Wu-tang Clan - People Say lyrics

[Intro: sample] [Verse 1: Method Man] That's when my heart turned cold I'm a product of the block We used to cook the product in the pot a**hole to turn the product into rock It's in my DNA, you see it started with my pops In his hayday he probably put your Father in a box In my hayday, I probably put the product in my sock Ain't no vacay, [?] become a problem when it's hot, mayday mayday But no charge, I'm nutty with the bars that's a payday So bruh, this ain't even a bar, this is hey, hey Back up in the trunk with tha AK Each line pack a Fabolous punch, no diss to Ray J Nah, see I don't dab and I don't nae nae Got bottles comin' out, warriors come out and play, aye Just know I'm grade A, get a slice of bread Okay, some hoods love me, some would like me dead Okay, my goon hungry, his eyes is red But he clumsy, go whoops upside your head [Verse 2: Raekwon] We had dro' and po', s**as Range Rovers flood up the rucka Me and thousand chains on, I got put up on [?] green baggies, sellin' capsules, runnin' in cla**rooms Slick [?] get C.R.E.A.M, yelling cash rule Smile like Pacquiao, but under the leather Hold a mac with no pump and [one-note?] the Grammy hour Cold chemists taste the flow It's numb meets copper rum, bluntin' off the get back Salute me then one, I'm out Off to the races, my blazes ain't patient They want Jammies carry nitrogen, light up a section Like I'm on Vicodin f** with the righteous men, and we fightinen' Yeah, yeah, yeah, the rebels is here Metals and gear, get [?] medical, that's incredible The fliest, the most notorious [?] Off n***as heads like papayas Verse 3: Redman] Before I [prolly?] Red lightin' the Bob Marley So I can cypher God bodies from the John Gotti's Everybody a voss, sayin that time's money Women injections, leave em with [?] bodies Babies having babies, wearing Old Navy Robbin' old ladies, that's a product of no home trainin' I show you the ropes, I'm narrating Al Haymon I told lighty, if I hate him, Imma violate him I'm not a shooter, but I know shooters And if them shooters don't shoot up I'll go suit up, Redman and the W It's televised We ain't them n***as Media telling hella lies (f** you) This a campfire of a vampire I don't sleep, but Through the amplifier And every n***a got something to say I'm like, yeah okay, y'all corny anyway Doc [Chorus? Hook?] People say Love is just a energy Dealing with the claim baby (Oh baby) Verse 4] My team hard, makin' 'em lean hard You see more riders lined up Then you see at a theme park My queen hot, makin' the scene pop Routine op, online gangstas I'm givin' them screenshots Hard written lyrics to God, right? What's the tale, sick as Hell Christian Bale from the Dark Knight On sight, foggin' your fog lights Your dog's like