[Chorus: Method Man]
Who come to get you, none, they want guns
I be the first to set off shit, last to run
Wu roll together as one
I call my brother son ’cause he shine like one, check it

[Verse 1: Method Man]
Scriptures hit the body like sawed-off shotty
Like my hair knotty and my nosepiece snotty
Fuck a nigga hottie, that ho pussy probably
Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real
Ain’t nothing fraudulent here, we pioneer
Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu, yeah
36 Chambers of fear, huh, you lost it
Information leaking out your faucets, hmm
Time to forfeit your crown and leave the grounds
There’s a new sheriff in town holding it down
It’s the two holster, six-shot smoker
Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster
Wild in the West, a student of my culture
And life is the test, hold up
Let a nigga catch his breath
I’m still paying dues and the last one is death
Back to the essence with that shit you stressing
This rap profession
Now peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin
Isle, bless my style, criminology pays
The last times and days, Johnny fucking Blaze

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
This goes for niggas who know
Wu will grow like yayo, lay low
Plus cooling in Barbados
Ricans be giving me much shit to touch shit
Stay cool, papa, seen you with enough shit
Back at the lab-a, crack’s bagged up
Your niggas act up, what? Blow up they workers if they have to
Señoritas fucking up a storm, buyin’ gods margaritas
Sucking his dick up in the whip long
Designed for rhyme crime, nigga, jail time jiggas
Them niggas up in hype Vigors lighting niggas
Silks Wally, wear a Figaro chain, yeah
Jakes beware of black rap millionaires
Rock Airs, leather goose, bears blowing this year
1-800-GAMBINO niggas, yeah

[Interlude: Method Man & RZA]
Wu roll together as one (Solid gold throne is shinin’)
I call my brother son ’cause he shine like one (Solid gold, check it, son, yo)

[Verse 3: RZA]
Solid gold crown is shining, we’re blinding like some diamonds
I’m reclining in the sky on a cloud with silver linings
Double-breasted, bulletproof vested, well protected
The heart, the rib cage, the chest, and solar plexus
Casting stones, cracking two hundred and six bones
And watch your ass get thrown to a sea of fire and brimstone
How dare you approach it with them poems?
The overfiend, light nova beam gleam, show ’em what a soldier mean
The grand exquisite imperial wizard or is it
The RZArector come to pay your ass a visit?
Local biochemical, universal giant, the black general
Licking shots at Davy Crockett on the bicentennial
Happy millennium two thousand
Microchips, two shots of penicillin goes up your adrenaline
Son, it’s time for bouting
It’s a model you’re resembling, the niggas who like following
Trapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle and

[Verse 4: Masta Killa]
God stepping forth upon holy ground of the track
It’s the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I’m under attack
So I decided to bite down on the mic
So the pain of the track won’t deny the fact that I’m the master
For what lurks is an expert that hurts
The individual who tries to visualize under
‘Cause I strike like thunder
Niggas couldn’t stand my heat, it’s unbearable
My wisdom fucks up your respitorial
Systems are fractured by the killer tactics
Style is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged
Enter the entity, my vicinity
Is three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity
Represent the school of hard knocks and Glocks, my
Clan is hostile, got mad moss for blocks, so
Feel the force of impact from the iron side of the gat as I attack the track
From the blind side of the pack, Starks, pass the chrome
Watch a nigga get blown out his motherfuckin’ dome-piece
Deceased, laid to rest

[Chorus: Method Man]
Who come to get you, none, they want guns
I be the first to set off shit, last to run
Wu roll together as one
I call my brother son ’cause he shine like one

[Verse 5: Ghostface Killah]
Yo, ayy, yo, I got this under my wing, move, give me room
Holding up your saloon, clean sweep like a broom
Full moons make me howl like a wolf out of breath
Soley on Wu cords y’all heard Genius on Gef
So step back to the lab at high velocity
My team make hand-to-hand sales, we’re like a pharmacy
Fuck Geraldo, Pablo’s plan bro is Bravo
Goodfellas, we know bestsellers become novels
The man rocking headbands, silk scarves, and jams
Early ’80s British Walkers, playboys, mocks, and shams
The laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies
Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany’s
Remember them kids that came off with eight million?
Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavilions
Them flour-heads must have been stupid
Tell me how the fuck black niggas get caught with all that loot, kid?
There’s jet money, underground money
Submarines and rings, too bad you fucked up, dummies

[Outro]
Cosa, Cosa
Come on

[Verse 2: Hussein Fatal]
They call me Hussein Fatal, it’s a two-game table
I’m robbin’ ya niggas’ cradle with a knife in your navel
Rap-related, criminally activated and evil
I wouldn’t wanna be you behind my fuckin’ Desert Eagle
‘Til the end, I’m tellin’ all friends and enemies
You see what I got to make you freeze
To touch me, you need ten of these
Complete most wanted on the streets of the East coast
Young Gunz fire and niggas bleed, I see Mo[Verse 3: Kastro]
I be shinin’ like white diamonds and crystal, glistenin’ holdin’ pistols
The mission’s simple, fold up and roll up dead presidentials
Sew up all the potential, million, billion-dollar baller potential
Sort it, oughta call on a nigga I’ll be sure to get you
Take cash, bro, fast yo, for my Kastro
Blast and I’mma last yo past all these Glass Joes
And assholes who claim, like they be runnin’ thangs
I be gunnin’ those same niggas runnin’ late, to their fate

[Verse 4: Napoleon]
My alias is motherfuckin’ Napoleon, and I’d rather be
Robbin’ again before these motherfuckers leave me sufferin’
But it ain’t nothin’, and I got no time for no bluffin’
Befo’ a nigga finish with puttin’ in work
I better end up with somethin’
I think these niggas got the game fucked up
If they don’t believe
That a young nigga like me would bust (Boo-Yaa!)
Perhaps it’s a must, I’m facin’ cases, fuck probation
Is what I’m screamin’ when these money hungry cops be chasin’

[Chorus: 2Pac]
Thug nigga ’til we die
No mercy on these playa hatin’ bitches
Ask me why when we ride
Thug nigga ’til we die
No mercy on these playa hatin’ bitches
Ask me why when we ride[Verse 5: Mussolini]
It’s the imperial serial killer, alias Mussolini
Mentally unstable G status, so you can’t see me
Drug warlord, ridin’ Concorde jets
Rag Vette’s, shakin’ bitches and snitches and trippin’ on sets
Inglewood’s banger, keepin’ one in the chamber
For the anger that I build inside, when it’s time to ride
Suicidal thoughts lurk fuckin’ no end to revenge
Fuck any, my alias Mussolini

[Verse 6: E.D.I. Mean]
They call me EDI, from the side of seedy
Young nigga greedy, so I’m runnin’ up on these niggas easy
It ain’t nuttin, cause if they wantin’ somethin’, so I’mma commence
To dumpin’ stomp down and struck up while my beat is bumpin’ Thuggin’ to my fuckin’ last note, with Lil’ ‘Pole and Kastro
Who you thought was on that asshole? Don’t ask though
Outlaw Immortalz doin’ this dit-nirt on the sli-zow
Ain’t no chance to hide when we ride

[Verse 7: Yaki Kadafi]
My alias Kadafi, Trump tight so feds can’t copy
Six-three and cocky, quick to hit your bitch if she jock me
Severely addicted to livin’ like a fuckin’ felon
While beefin’ with rookie cops, the cookie rocks a nigga sellin’
Since a shorty I been livin’ life defiant, nickel plated chrome
Got this baby Capone lookin’ like a giant, and I ain’t lyin’
It’s like it’s me against myself with all these
Backstabbin’ snakes grabbin’ at my fuckin’ wealth[Verse 8: Mo Khomeini]
Mo Khomeini goes terrorist, mad man killer
The bottom of the river where the body lays and shivers
I’m that nigga with the fifty-cap pouch, with the murderous stacks
That increase while these motherfuckers eat beef
It’s been a long road, a lot of episodes
And as the Glock loads, I gotta teach hoes
Reach hoes, make ’em feel a nigga when I’m mashin’
Now I’m surpassin’ any assassin’

[Chorus: 2Pac]
Thug niggas ’til we die
No mercy on these playa hatin’ bitches
Ask me why when we ride
Thug niggas ’til we die
No mercy on these playa hatin’ bitches
Ask me why when we ride
Thug niggas ’til we die
No mercy on these playa hatin’ bitches
Ask me why when we ride
Thug niggas ’til we die
No mercy on these playa hatin’ bitches
Ask me why when we ride

[Outro: 2Pac]
Hahahaha, Outlaw Immortalz, baby
Y’all niggas can’t fade this ol’ crazy shit (Can’t see me, can’t see me)
Makaveli, Hussein, Kastro, Kadafi, Mussolini
Amin, Napoleon, Khomein
What y’all really wanna do?
Haha, like them niggas said
“What would you do if you could fuck with me and my crew?”
Hehahahahaha, Thug Life, yeah nigga
Flashin’ on niggas, Thug Life, right? This year we Thug Life
But we Outlaw Immortalz
We die, nigga, but we multiply, we like legends, nigga, like forever
Like, I’ll make you famous, motherfucker
I’m talkin’ about Newsweek and Time Magazine
And all that old good shit
My niggas make the papers, baby
My niggas make the front page
Multiple gunshots, execution style, wild shit, they ain’t knowin’
We out