Rush

[Intro: Method Man]

Oh, oh, oh, come on, come on, come on

Mutha what? Muthafucka

That's right, all day, all night

Come on, get down, yes y'all and

To the right beat and you can even dance

Or, just have a seating, seating

Yo, yo, yo

[Method Man]

What it was, what it is, it's like I got a pistol

To my head, can I live? You never should of left Tical for dead

Never that, be careful what you wish for

Today's your day to get yours

Blowin' up the spot from the sixth floor, bent off

Come and get your on smoke on, fish funk to choke on

Go 'head, blaze a pound of that bullshit we both on

Take it the 'source', 'hip hop quotable', of course

I'm pullin' out my 'roots', to breathe in my 'black thought'

Let's be honest, I break a spirit, if she break a promise

They act just like they momma's, now what that got to do

With the price of rice in China

Or why these gold miners raise the price on they vagina

Now frankly, I'm official, New York Yankee