Y'all Been Warned

[Intro: Method Man] Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up (one) Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up (That's what's up) Eh, eh, eh Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up [Verse 1: Method Man] Wu-Tang, nigga, Crash Ya Crew , laugh at you You bastard, you, pass through, slap an ass or two Hear me roar, Timbaland tree, weed galore MC's with gusto y'all ain't neva seen befo' El-Producto, pass that, ya puff too slow That's what's up, yo, the kid with the buck-toothed flow Oh, that's Meth Man, southpaw, I throw my left hand To that hardcore shit that even make the Tec jam Oh my goodness! Trust me, ain't nuttin' like some hood shit Gotta love my dogs but ain't nuttin' like a good bitch Strictly, if I'm goin' down, she comin' wit me Whole time screamin', "Oh my God!", ain't no mystery [Hook: Method Man] Y'all been warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm Y'all been warned, You either step or get stepped upon Correct me if I'm wrong but fake thugs never last long Can't wait until ya fake ass gone [Verse 2: RZA] Try to Wu hate, duck, you could suck my Watch the block get clear when I buck my Boomerang darts, you can't duck my No tellin' which Clan man you got struck by Chains get tucked when he walk by, hawk eye Arrows bein' fired from crossbow, I talk fly You can't Etcha-sketch all my rhyme threat Try to bite my flow, you catch ya throat strep Soaked in cess, dope, you eat the cold Tec's Bold flex, W crown, the ice O-X Up in the oolie, yo, who you know? John Bizzi, Ghost Deini, Rollie Finger and them toolies yo Stainless Bobby, boy, you have an English folly To try to detain the slang that we can to polly Plus you didn't peep Irief, kid, you sleep I seen this heap of shit, you in steep [Hook] [Verse 3: Inspectah Deck] Yo, amist the gravel, play the words of the Big Apple Broadcastin' live from the pits of the battle Wigs split and rattled, get shook out ya saddle You ever hear me losin', one of y'all fix the panel Ask who? Wu, that's true, known piranhas Who knows drama, fathers of your whole persona The mad doctor, stay locked in the O-R In too deep, beyond reach of the sonar Still a vet, say my name next to hall of fame Hurtin' third string players, first day in the game It's on, son, the Killa Bee swarm come Make the world shake with one continuous drum [Hook] [Verse 4: Raekwon & (Masta Killa)] Wave ya gun, Killa (I got you) Shoot this nigga in his face fast, mumblin' (I heard y'all forgot Wu) Wear ya crown, black down (Watch the block too) Blow at y'all niggas (Blowin' at the cops too) Eh-yo, my wallets stay bulletproofs, racin' in Coups, yea we the realest Ultraviolet leathers on, pealin' this, love lookin' the illest Gorilla things, monster background with a history You're pumpin' crack, yap clowns, we all real in here Strap a bomb on a family member, let y'all niggas know we here Blasted, it's like cheeba when I splashed it Real reefer heads'll know the meanin' of hittin' glass I told y'alls, against y'all, Ginsengs, avenge Gods Picture me stabbin' you in the yard for R's Kid saw Staten, nine Bin Ladens Valors on, colorful draws, lookin' all relaxed in [Hook: Method Man] Y'all been warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm Y'all been warned, You either step or get stepped upon Correct me if I'm wrong but fake thugs never last long Can't wait until ya fake ass gone Y'all been warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm Y'all been warned, You either step or get stepped upon Nigga, uh-oh! I think they're playin' our song Lit blunts, clan in the front, sayin' "It's on!"