Thank U

[Intro: Raekwon (Angela Neal)] We gon' what? Cl-ap, cl-ap, nigga And snap uh, that's a part of the game That's the part of the game nigga that you never understood And a problem to fuckin' stand you You know who's around this nigga Best to respect, I see who you are [Chorus: Angela Neal] I wanna thank, I wanna thank you Mr. DJ, Mr. DJ Raekwon and Ghostface, U-God and Method Man On a Mathematics beat, Mathematics drop the beat [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah w/ Angela Neal ad-libs] Porceline floors with a dog named Ginger Bottle cap niggas that rhyme, we the winners Then slide thru your hood in hoods Me, Cliff, Patrick, Gary Grice and my man C. Woods Holdin' up gorilla, two niggas got a hold that shit One shot and your mans on it The little kids watch 'em down the block Jury box, murder hop, six stash botch, fit hit the ran spots Spit at the statue with cash and throw dough at it Fuck bitches raw, why? Because I'm a pro at it Big birds danglin, cameras snatch, flash and pop from every angle and 2000 Mark Damian [Chorus: Ghostface Killah (U-God) w/ Angela Neal ad-libs] Listen to the (Clap), real niggas (Clap) Rich niggas (Clap), my bitches (clap) If you love pussy then y'all niggas (Clap) If you love to get ate, then y'all ladies (Clap) If you real fucked up, then ya'll niggas (Clap) If you bare witness to Allah y'all (Clap) Ayo you see me on the big screen y'all niggas clap (Jeans with a gangster lean, y'all clap) Brim hats, sloppy automatics that clap (Big shit, thunder) Get around that [Post-Chorus: Angela Neal] I wanna thank, I wanna Thank U, Mr. DJ, Mr. DJ Wu-Tang and Ghostface, Wu-Tang and Method Man On a Mathematics beat My hands are clappin' my body's movin My body's movin' from side to side The beat is so funky, funky Wu-Tang and Tony Starks, Johnny Blaze Mathematics on it, so rock it all night long [Break: Method Man] Clap ya hands now, people clap ya hands [Verse 2: Method Man] I drink till I'm drunk, smoke skunk with my stinkin ass, smell the funk Eekin out the pours, cum stain, shitty drawers Pissin down ya elevators shaft, no class, writin graf' on ya walls It be us, fuck ya law, niggas my cause is because No yin to my yang, it's a black thing Used to be in chains, now we snatch chains Took the crack game applied it to the rap game, y'all Pop quiz, now, what artist hits the hardest? Ya down with the syndrome: retarted I think it was them swordsmen, place them chess pieces on the boards and Take it to square, this ain't no Yacub affair Or a New World Disorder, got us Fuckin the coal miner daughter, that y'all, but not us [Chorus: Ghostface Killah (U-God) w/ Angela Neal ad-libs] Listen to the (Clap), real niggas (Clap) Rich niggas (Clap), my bitches (clap) If you love pussy then y'all niggas (Clap) If you love to get ate, then y'all ladies (Clap) If you real fucked up, then ya'll niggas (Clap) If you bare witness to Allah y'all (Clap) Ayo you see me on the big screen y'all niggas clap (Jeans with a gangster lean, y'all clap) Brim hats, sloppy automatics that clap (Big shit, thunder) Get around that [Post-Chorus: Angela Neal] I wanna thank, I wanna Thank U, Mr. DJ, Mr. DJ Wu-Tang and Ghostface, Wu-Tang and Method Man On a Mathematics beat My hands are clappin' my body's movin My body's movin' from side to side The beat is so funky, funky Wu-Tang and Tony Starks, Johnny Blaze Mathematics on it, so rock it all night long [Outro: Angela Neal (Method Man)] Rock it all night long Check out Ghostface, check out Method Man Mathematics beat, Mathematics beat Check out Angie, that's me, on the vocals All night, all night long HandClap (clap ya hands now) come on come on HandClap (Clap ya hands now) come on come on (Clap, clap, clap ya hands now)