[Intro: Method Man]
Damn... yo, yo

[Method Man]
Woke up in the morning, like ten A.M
Walked passed the Listerine, went straight for the gin
Osama Bin Laden on my chinny chin chin

[Ghostface Killah]
Yo, Meth, the mailman!

[Method Man]
Yo, Ghost, let him in!

[Ghostface Killah]
Will you sign, Mr. Ghostface, package for a friend, here
Right by the X, my bad, heres a pen

[Method Man]
Gucci flip flops, I box my way to the kitchen
My keys is missin, my trees is missin
No more parties, cuz Doc need to listen

[Ghostface Killah]
Cuz something in my closet, go look (hes a pissin)
I cursed this bitch out, we be laid back

[Method Man]
Half a box of cereal gone, my milks warm
Mad strong, this is John John, pro and con phenomenon
Stretch with a morning yawn, party til the break of dawn
Ladies throw your faces on, sing it when the break come on

[Chorus: Method Man (Ghostface Killah)]
Each (meet) son (see)
Boats (suites) dough (beats)
No cat give you these, rap flow triple gs
Meth, Ghost, Killa Beez, you know we ride

[Ghostface Killah]
Wu-Tang, the best rap group of all time
Rush little shotgun, rest around nine
Refrigerator, fish and sweets with no swine
Dirty and Meth guest room with four dimes
And U-G. had a master headache
Him and Genius flew back from, Uganda black, gettin that cake
Where Divine at? Wine at
Tell a DJ to rewind that, Killa killed it wit a blind back
Dime sack, you know we blew that wit the cognac
Them bowling ball lead head niggaz, we call them pawn yacks

[Method Man]
I say my girl, like to party all the time, Ghost
Spend up my ends, every week, she always crime broke
Thank God its friday, I just got paid
Feelin good like I just got laid
The next drinks on me, instead of, oh God, you think O.G
White girls they comin out, like they Pink on E
So you better get the party started, we get it crunk regardless
We got the dro and hypnotic, them kids is puffin garbage
Is where its crackin at, Street is you passin that?
Mamis is grabbin ass, Johnny, Im grabbin back
You know my habitat, you know my peoples
If you wit me, where you at
There aint nothin compared to that, come on!

[Chorus: Method Man (Ghostface Killah)]
Each (meet) son (see)
Boats (suites) dough (beats)
No flows ill as these, him and Ghost, nigga please
Meth, Ghost, Killa Beez, you know we ride

[Hook 2X: Method Man (Ghostface Killah)]
I got me some Seagrams gin
Everybody got they cup, but they aint shit there
(These cheap muthafuckas be grown ass men
Tight muthafuckas finish your shit then they bounce off with them)
Come back again, drunk off your gin
And when they try to get you for they ends, thats no friend
Thats no friend, eh, eh

[Outro: Method Man]
Yeah, greedy muthafuckas, always wanna get high
But never wanna buy, first one to come to the party
Last one to leave, man, fuck all that
Aiyo, Mr. Streetlife, tell em where we come from man..

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