to Bejing When we touch down you crown renowned kings [Verse two: Method Man] There's no honor amongst theives, street pharmaceutical Stack like Genovese, the four
I ought to punch a hole in his palm with these pointy ass rings No more said, knew your chump ass was dead When I saw the four four reflecting off your
I dilute ya Twenty-one years now I stand as a man Drinking from the ocean crushing mountains in my hand The natural one, eighty-four seasons I have come
(feat. Method Man) [Method Man] Yeah ha.. we vibin' Channel livin' all day ha c'mon Yo its me the m-e-t-h uh o-d ???? Sniff a whole key My coke deep
dogs get loose? (Blaze one) Blaze one (Blaze one) Blaze One Blaze, blaze, blaze one [Method Man] Now four corners, four seasons Four MC's with four reasons
Method Man] Yo, I'm bout to hit you with this ya'meen On top of the ya'meen, with a lil' bit of ya'meen mixed in Ya'meen? Yeah... yeah... yo [Method Man
swing I ought to punch a hole in his palm with these pointy ass rings No more said, knew your chump ass was dead When I saw the four four reflecting off
Method Man] Yo, I'm bout to hit you with this ya'meen On top of the ya'meen, with a lil' bit of ya'meen mixed in Ya'meen? Yeah... yeah... yo [Method