600 School

[Intro: Raekwon]
Uh-huh
Talk, talk to me, talk to me
It's a serious one right here (Ah)
Shit is real, bro
Staten Island boys is back
Goddamn it (Hahahah)
New York, New York
What the fuck is y'all talkin' 'bout?
Turn that flame on
Kneel, nigga, kneel when you see us, nigga
Let's go (Shit, nigga, let's go)

[Verse 1: Raekwon & Ghostface Killah]
Glass of gin for my jewelers, too many Rugers
Jim's is five-hundred bands, spam, I swam through Bermuda
Switches got muzzles, soon as rebuttals happen, we guzzle
Then everything get twisted like a puzzle
Cybertrucks flyin' back to Lux, no doubt
News camera seize the moment, that's alligator tux
I'm comfortable, said it two more times, use the ducks
Remove yourself quickly, might flip you in the clubs
Eight-hundred troopers, they all in coupers
Doopies, shotguns and gooses, Ice rockin' boosters
Bitches call me Moussa, Mansa you're ruthless
Wow, he got so handsome, his cutie know his future
That's fuchsia, flexin' in a spectrum with Medusa
Versace jean jacket, interior is blue cut
No hookah, only big bags eatin' grouper (Yeah)
You scavengers, run and tell your managers the Wu comin‘ (Yo, yo, yo)

[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]
Ayo, bandanas, mask scanners, chain swingin'
Pulsatin' plug, clique, niggas do damage
Plus, niggas got them semi-autos when we out in Yemen
Buried all over the desert, baby MAC-11s
Clap reverends, grab a big bag on the crap sevens
Past, present, I'll be G-O-A-T 'til I crash Heaven
Monstrous bankrolls, Modelos and pesos
I'll send a few of you back to the essence and have a great show
My wrist game, call it gold caviar
Shootouts on the burgundy, Schwinn with gold handlebars (Damn)
Clarks on, flyin' through the Autobahn
An old deuce flick been placid inside a Audemars (Whoo)
Catch a photo from the side like Hitchcock
The commas on the side of my neck, it's all big rocks (Whoo)
When I'm holdin' nothin', movin' on gridlock
Yo, Wake, I might show up for dolo with a big Glock

[Verse 3: Method Man]
I been official, but y'all don't think it's beneficial
Because my bottom line don't benefit you
The mission was a missile, I'm fittin' to send you a missile
That's fittin' to hit your fitted, that crown ain't fittin' to fit you (Nah)
Trippin', I'm fittin' to trip you, short vacation, I trip you
It's simple and that go triple for anybody that's with you
If people know you ready, already know it's an issue
You foul now, it's official, them people blowin' them whistles
A ref's not a reference when people goin' against you
Your press is not impressive, them people pressin' to bench you
F it, I'm mental, this method is not medicinal
In fact, the earth I'm waterin', air and fire, I'm elemental
That's right, I said it, now give me credit with my credentials (Uh-huh)
And instrumental with fair regards for my essentials
You get it? Plus a New York fitted to guard the temple
Them tracks you bumpin', I come with somethin' to pop your pimple
Guessin' I'm proactive, too prolific for all you pro rappers
Who can't find an angle of protractor
They non-factors, haters, just agitators
These bars might take a shot and don't need a chaser to catch ya
'Til Peter pay up, it's vital that Peter pay us
In order to get my cake up, I need a baker for rapture

[Outro]
But still, how will I find them though?
There is a man who can help you
They know that he's got the money
And there's enough there to make them rich for life