Yes Yes Y’all

[Intro] GZA
Right now I'm in the Hawthorn Suites
The nigga got 2G 4's, hooked up in the mothafuckin' mic
In a poppa stoppa
The Red Sox just won the mothafuckin' playoffs tonight
They just fucked up the Yankees and I'm in Boston
I'm in Boston y'all

[Big Shug]
Money maker, leg breaker, Jake shaker
Dime on your arm boy I'll take her
I'm that next level cat, hit like Chevelle's black
Spit precisely, my rhymes are never wack
Tracks are underground, you scared of that
Thought it was 'Pac, now you want your money back
Pop-pop, lick the boomshot for Bomshot
Claps in the dark be the sounds of Glocks
Hit hard, who's hard, Big Shug's thе name
Veteran in thе mix, I still play the game
DJ's caught up in the frontin' game
Will soon be slained, as I name no-names
Fuck the ice, fuck the chains
I promise you niggas that shit's gon' change
Shit's gon' change, shit's gon' change
Fo'real!

[Hook] GZA
Yes yes y'all, to the beat y'all
Party people freakin' like they keep hammered in the bar
Ha-ha-ha-ha

[Bomshot]
When you see Bomshot, you better stop & yield
Cuz I can make you disappear like David Copperfield
You gettin' plastered, fuck a mothafuckin' casket
Feed your body to my body
Dip your bones in hydrochloric acid
Watch out! I'ma fuckin' murder your style
Have your family like we ain't heard from him in a while
If you ain't already died, then soon you will
And I'ma come and do drugs at your funeral
I know I don't act right, but who else you know man...
Could make a crackpipe out of mothafuckin' coke can
You sinful bastards will never see heaven's gates
Rip your flesh off, use it as mask like leather-face
We blast grenades, hoodied up like it's masquerade
Pass the blade, this be your last charade
Your ass will fade, this will be your last of days
I'll laugh and say I'm glad that mothafucker past away

[Hook] GZA
Yes yes y'all, to the beat y'all
Party people freakin' like they keep hammered in the bar
Ha-ha-ha-ha

[GZA]
I respect ya niggas, you know why?
What I'm bout to flow on is so dope
The average hip-hop fiend couldn't cope
Or explain my style cuz it's hard to define
So the fiend scratch think and nod to the rhyme
That I lay down in a straight narrow path
While beats are just flowin' off a modern phonograph
Bass loud, high hats crisp and clear
Never let a weak MC interfere
Or bring about some technical difficulties
So I got prepared and I wrote these
Rhymes That just broke loose from the brain
Searching for dope beats on the same plane
For you to write new rhymes it is a must
But I come off with rhymes old as dust
Even as a speck of dust it existed
Ya got that? Fuck it, ya missed it