[Intro] You is worthy of a general If you want to fight, fight with me! One to one! Man to man! [Interlude: Lounge Lo (Raekwon)] Get ready to gel team! Live and direct from the one-six-ooh We got Tical, pow! Raekwon the Chef, Tical! It's about to go on, Tical You make the call, I make the call It's all for all Method Man, Raekwon the Chef (count my shells) And there's about to be one left (count my shells, n***a) I know you know it's on kid (Bring that sh** I don't give a f**!) [Verse 1: Method Man] Who lit that sh** it was I the chinky-eye Chiba-hawk from New York, Tical Staten Isle n***as thought, that they could walk a dog but they caught A bad situation, cause I'm a sandwich short Of a picnic, cause you ain't equipped with the sickening Style, blowing up the spot like ballistic Missiles, I be comin through like the four-nine-three-eleven Tearing up the power-u, Meth-Tical A bad motherf**ing buddah monk, what the f** Hit your chest, like cardiac arrest, blow the front Out the frame, hit the p**ycat for the pain Of the dog sh**, nobody move run your garments A rugged vet, terrible like a Champion sweat Wrap a power in a tec, to wet A n***a up, with all the dangerous diseases Sniffling, sneezing, coughing, aching, stuffy head fever f**er, I think it's bout time that you suffer Bobbing on my knob like an all day s**er b**h! [Hook] Meth Vs. Chef Meth Vs. Chef (Let's bring this sh**) Meth Vs. Chef (Yeah, one more time!) Meth Vs. Chef I blow your f**in a** to d**h [Verse 2: Raekwon the Chef] I'm goin all out kid no turnbacks You could try to front, get smoked and that's that Lyric a**a**in, dressed in black rugged Sixteen shots to your mug, from a slug then I go to war in a concrete jungle, making bundles n***as act funny, and fumble But I relax, count my shells, a lot of heads gotta fly n***as stay strapped, armed to die Time for jet-black Tim boot, flowin Wha-Su God get him, hit em with the nine troop No question, cha-cha-BOW in the session Bloodshot in that direction, cypher Attack you like chess moves best move Yo, yeah, yo The boards, your a** 'Tack, 'tack, 'tack, uh! Attack the boards like chess moves, best move At Rae through, comin at your motherf**in crew Live direct, yeah you better step Gunshots ring on the set Let's jet - motivate, to the gate With some quick high Rae stay fly, and rob your Isle Airwaves, yo behave Now you're a slave with the boots that paved the way