The Turn

[Intro: Raekwon] "Everywhere I turn, I see, your face..." Yeah, ah, yeah, yo, yo, yeah Yeah, motivate, motivate, from the gate, ya'll Yeah, aiyo, aiyo, aiyo [Verse 1: Raekwon] Yo, we the Gods, still tear the whole hood apart Darts that'll splatter through faces, taste niggas hearts I'm intellectual, plus professional And Walbaums to vegetables Shit is right here, like buyin' fly gear Dare any white man or fan nigga, ran through niggas Blew shotties in niggas lobbies, the grand RZA We left, the radio broke, I yoke my vocals, hittin' green smoke Allah Math', show me when the needle broke Numb the whole crowd up, stupid ass Loud fouled up Never knew what they had, now they proud of us Picture my vision, precision, lines jumpin' out of commission Divine got me, nigga, the boss, he pop me Rae, we gotta generate, lord, I feel the Ditech, the mildew Buy jets and vehicles, steal a little Wrap up the whole rap government [Verse 2: Method Man] Go 'head, ya'll floss wit' it Walk wit' it, I slap your boss wit' it Navy blue, New York fitted, I'm cold frost bitted Two puffs and off wit' it You'll smell the herb 'fore I lit it, the spots is forfeited Blocks is hot, feel the shot from the fo'-fitty With no regard for your boulevard, just the shit bag and bullet scar It's the Riddler, riddle me this, riddle me that Who the pretender? And who the door man that let them enter? The Wu-Tang, 36 Cham', what you smokin'? Got you in the game chokin', like Van Gundy coachin' Your street team, bunch of weaklings Don't ever let me catch your reaching Respect when a grown man is speaking Shh, keep on sleeping, and just like TLC, I keep on Creeping To five percent of ya'll, keep on teachin' The heat seeking missile official, that got issue Like Funk Doc got snot tissue, it's Hott Nikkels [Break: Method Man] "Everywhere I turn, I see, your face, but you're never there" Shh... shit ain't over... [Verse 3: Method Man] Okay, now, same shit, different day, grinding, gettin' paid Self at it, automatic, guns that spit and spray Gotta have it, ass grab it, time to slip and weight Godbody, House your Party, watch the Kid N Play Ya'll gon' make me go postal, up in this muthafucka House full of bloodsuckas and hoes that love hustlers Roll that izza, pour me another kizza Bigga, to my nigga, so drunk they can't get up Shotguns through nose, hot ones through foes Let the herb spots run til' the cops come Suppose I was just another stick in the mud On a Saturday thinkin', how I'ma get the fifth in the club (Uh-huh) See my crew thick, everyday I fights to prove it We comes undisputed, with batteries included Honey's "bee" like Meth, I be like what? They want some free CDs, I'm like "see these" nuts [Outro: Method Man] If ya'll muthafuckas gettin' high tonight, say all right, haha If ya'll muthafuckas gettin' drunk tonight, say all right, haha It be Tical, ok, haha, yeah, yeah, ok It be Tical, ok, ha, ha, yeah..