Wu-tang Clan - G'd Up lyrics

[Intro: Method Man] Allah Math, dig it [Verse 1: Method Man] My block is G'd up, the cops is racist Staircases is peed up, haters get beat up Woman are getting eat up Look at this paper don't need much But still need a calculator to keep up Je-sus; I'm doing me, B.I.G Hit Little Caesar after I hit this tree up Me, I get my cheese up Puff the buddha, I get my G up My team in the building until the lease up Look, you think this method ain't pro-lific then pro-hibit See I'm [?] but like my daddy no different A go-getter, I go get it, now go figure Without no figures, no gold cards, no gold diggers To quote Jigga I goes hard, I blow Swishers I blow that trigger, your whole squad could go with you Ay, Dio mío, I'm a hell of a flow spitter You ain't my people, I don't care if you know RZA 'Cause at the end of the day I'm a problem boy, stay out of my way Now if you see me in the streets, you better give me my space And if I beat you to the punch I punch you dead in your face [Pre-Hook Sample] Murder n***as, luxurious, banks I was draped Caked out The Corleone connection in all selection Murder n***as, luxurious, banks I was draped Caked out The Corleone connection in all selection Murder n***as, luxurious, banks I was draped Caked out The Corleone connection in all selection Take over, quick fast, violate, slap sh** And every borough, state, town, prison, map sh** [Hook: Mzee Jones] Drink sippin', no slippin', weed, women No kidding, big business, tops missing Ice glisten, clear vision, keep wishin' Welcome to the big boy life Bottle popping, no stopping, haters watching Speaker knocking, shorty hoppin', rollie copy Wig rockin', big talking, cash dropping Welcome to the big boy life - yeah [Verse 2: R-Mean] Yeah, yeah, yo, yeah We known to do this The flow is losing, it's so abusive Was born a Christian but Joe the truth is that dough is Jewish I over do this, f** a moderation Homie we focused, my camp Auschwitz with the concentration Meth-Tical, [All Dash?], Allah Math Step in my shoes and leave footprints in God's path These surfaces try to divert us away from a higher purpose I look emcees in their eyes, you looking kind of nervous But we knowing the mean, the leader's showing ya King of kings, Haile Sela**ie, Ethiopia Blunt condition chronic and I don't mean that pneumonia So shorty you and your friend I'm bout to leave with the both of ya She tell me that she need me They always come right back b**hes get repo'd quicker than Tyga's Lamborghini We eating lobster and shrimp Rappers is Ramadan Too raw, I shouldn't spit without a condom on The type of rookie that's respected by the veterans 'Cause dog I ain't a rookie, I'm a motherf**ing veteran Light up the medicine, just know you've been warned 'Cause when the k**er bees starting to swarm, you know it's on [Pre-Hook Sample] Murder n***as, luxurious, banks I was draped Caked out The Corleone connection in all selection Murder n***as, luxurious, banks I was draped Caked out The Corleone connection in all selection Murder n***as, luxurious, banks I was draped Caked out The Corleone connection in all selection Take over, quick fast, violate, slap sh** And every borough, state, town, prison, map sh** [Hook: Mzee Jones] Drink sippin', no slippin', weed, women No kidding, big business, tops missing Ice glisten, clear vision, keep wishin' Welcome to the big boy life Bottle popping, no stopping, haters watching Speaker knocking, shorty hoppin', rollie copy Wig rockin', big talking, cash dropping Welcome to the big boy life - yeah