[Verse 1: Method Man] I wrote this verse on the 25th But half a y'all just ain't gon get it till the 26th I'm here to an*lyze ya shooter Like I'm Kenny Smith But I ain't Kenny Kenny can shoot it But can he spit? This ain't for morons Hashtag NEW Yiddi trick, and oxymorons Fat broads who skinny dip The War Report on Better come with your sword on I hit ya with that Cee-Lo Green You know that short arm The people caught on (wait) I meant to say the People's Court on (wait) For the record I hope record on (brake) Before I wreck it Too many styles to go on Wu-Tang is for the children Go get ya child support on [Verse 2: Method Man] I ain't tryna bring the city back And all that pretty boy rap Ain't where I'm really at Besides rappers don't really ride They piggy back - I'll trade them all To have 2Pac & Biggie back Facts. Don't give me dap Don't want your pity want Fifty Fifty Just give me that Want every penny both Hanz on How many that? A black president White house, what's really rap? We not so friendly at my house (clicky clack) If necessary, pet cemetery, ya kitty cat – Won't let em eat Cause my other problems too many rats Ya boy a beast on this mic Jack Da ratchet tryna peel (pill) ya like Mike Jack Call that thriller a nite cap Take a moment to s** it up But make it brief nobody cared if ya cow died Don't make it beef Rap game we own it We really in these streets You rap lames is homeless You really in the streets [Verse 3: Method Man] I ain't tryna bring the city back And all that pretty boy rap Ain't where I'm really at Really how sillys that? Besides rappers don't really Ride they piggy back I'll trade them all To have 2Pac & Biggie back