Raekwon:
Yo, Meth, hold up, hold up
Yo, Meth, where my Killer tape at, God?
First of all, where my
Where the fuck is my tape at?

Method Man:
Yo, son, I ain´t got that piece, son

Raekwon:
How you ain´t got my shit when I let you hold it, man?

Method Man:
Yo, niggas came over to have 40s and blunts, kid
The shit just came up missin´, son

Raekwon:
Come on, man, that don´t got nothin´ to do with my shit, man
Come on, man, go head with that shit, man

Method Man:

Come on, man, I´ll buy you four more fuckin´ Killer tapes, man

U-God:
*banging on the door* Aiyo! Aiyo!

Raekwon:
Open the door, man! What the fuck, man?
Yo, what? What´s up?

Ghostface Killah:
Yo, yo, God, word is bond, yo
Shameek just got bust in his head two times, God!

[U-God]
Word to mother!

Ghostface Killah:

Word life, God. You know Shameek from fuckin´ 212, God?
The nigga just got bucked
Niggas in a black Land, God, word is bond
Came through, God, from out of nowhere, God
Word is bond I´m comin´ to get my Culture Cipher, God
And they just… word is bond
Crazy shots just went the fuck off, God

[U-God]
Niggas let off crazy shots, kid

[Ghost]
The nigga layin´ there like a fuckin´ newborn fuckin´ baby, God

[U-God]

Word up!

[Meth]
Is he dead?

[Ghost]
Is he fuckin´ dead?
What the fuck you mean is he fuckin´ dead, God?

[U-God]
What the fuck kind of question is that, B? Fuck you think?

[RZA]
Easy, easy

[Ghost]
The nigga layin´ there with his fuckin´…

All types of fuckin´ blood comin´ out of his fuckin´…

[U-God]
(sarcastically) Is he is he is he dead?

[Ghost]
Yo, God, what´s up, God? It´s the God, God, word is bond
Yo, what´s up? I´m ready to fuckin´ lay…
I´m ready to get busy, God, what´s up?

[Rae]
Yo, let´s go do what we got…

[U-God]
What´s up, yo?

[Rae]
Yo let´s go do what we gotta do, man, fuck it

[U-God]
Yo, we out or what, man?

[Ghost]
It´s the God, God, fuck that, man

[U-God]
You sayin´ we out?

[Meth]
They probably took the tape

[Ghost]
What the fuck?

[Rae]
Nigga still sweatin´ the tape, man

[Ghost]
What the fuck is you talkin´ about? Get the fuck outta here!

[Rae]
Fuckin´ corn!

[Wu-Tang Clan]
Good Morning Vietnam!
Yeah, good morning
To all you motherfuckin´ knotty-headed niggas
Yo, to the camouflage large niggas
Bitch, where the fuck is my bottle?
Bring that fuckin´ meth in here!
Yo yo yo yo

Now we gonna drink some good Night train

[Raekwon]
Champion gear that I rock, you get your boots knocked
Then attack you like a pit, then lock shit down
As I come and freaks the sound
Hardcore, but givin´ you more and more like "ding!"
Nah, shorty, get you open like six packs
Killa Beez attack, flippin´ what, murder one
Phat tracks, aight, I kick it like a Nike Flight
Word life, I get that ass robbed on spite
Check the method from Bedrock ´cause I rock your head to bed
Just like rockin´ what? Twin Glocks!
Shake the ground while my beats just break you down

Raw sound, goin´ to war right now
So, yo, bombin´, We Usually Take All Niggas Garments
Save your breath before I vomit

[Method Man]
I be that insane nigga from the psycho ward
I´m on the trigger, plus I got the Wu-Tang sword
So how you figure that you can even fuck with mine?
Hey, yo, RZA! Hit me with that shit one time!
And pull a foul, niggas, save the beef for the cow
I´m milkin´ this ho, this is my show, Tical
The fuck you wanna do for this mic piece, duke?
I´m like a sniper, hyper off the ginseng root
PLO Style, buddha monks with the owls
Now who´s the fuckin´ man? Meth-Tical

[Method Man]
On the chessbox
"Wu-Tang style"

[Inspectah Deck]
I leave the mic in body bags, my rap style has
The force to leave you lost like the tribe of Shabazz
Murderous material made by a madman
It´s the mic wrecker, Inspectah, bad man
From the bad lands of the killer
Rap fanatic representin´ with the skill that´s iller
Dare to compare, get pierced just like your ear
The Shooby Doo-Wop pop, strictly hardware
Armed and geared, ´cause I just broke out the prison
Charged by the system for murderin´ the rhythm
Now lo and behold another deadly episode
Bound to catch another fuckin´ charge when I explode

[Ghostface Killah]
Slammin´ a hype-ass verse ´til your head burst
I ramshack dead in the track, and that´s that
Rap assassin, fast and quick to blast and hardrock
I ran up in spots like Fort Knox
I´m hot, top notch, Ghost thinks with logic
Flashbacks how I attacked your whole project
I´m raw, I´m rugged and raw, I repeat
If I die, my seed´ll be ill like me
Approachin´ me, yo, out of respect, chops to neck
I get vexed, like crashin´ up a phat-ass Lex
So, clear the way! Make way! Yo, open the cage!
Peace, I´m out, jettin´ like a runaway slave

[RZA]
You gettin´ stripped from your garments, boy, run your jewels
All the meth got me open like fallopian tubes
I bring death to a snake when he least expect
Ain´t a damn thing changed, boy, Protect Ya Neck
Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah jam is fatal
Quick to stick my Wu-Tang sword right through your navel
Suspenseful force bein´ brought through my utensil
The pencil, I bring strong winds up against you
Havoc, then run up through your county like the Maverick
Caps through the tablets, I gots to make the fabrics

[Ol´ Dirty Bastard]
A-a-a-ah-ah, are you a warrior killer slicin´ shit like a samurai?
The Ol´ Dirty Bastard from the bar
Ol´ Dirty clan of terrorists
Comin´ at your ass like a sorceress, shootin´ that piss
Niggas be gettin´ on my fuckin´ nerves
Rhymes they be kickin´
Make me wanna kick their fuckin´ ass to the curb
Boy got funky fresh like the Old Specialist
A carrier, messenger, bury ya
This experience is for the whole experience
Let it be applied, Unique drop that science

[GZA]
My- My- My- My clan is thick like plaster, bust ya, slash ya
Slit a nigga back like a Dutch Master
Killer, style jumped off in Killa Hilla
I was the thriller in the Ali-Frazier Manila
I came down with phat tracks that combine and interlock
Like gettin´ smashed by a cinder block
Pow! Now it´s all over; niggas seein´ pink hearts
Yellow moons, orange stars, and green clovers