Me, Denny & Darryl

[Intro: Ghostface Killah]

Alright, there it go again

Yo, yo

[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]

Yeah, foreign cars, we coppin' em, hoppin' in with Glocks an' them

Stick up kids on dead-end streets, we pop 'em first, we box 'em in

Behind the wheel the driver's hittin' gas before the oxygen

Tryna find whatever hoes that he can tie a sock up in

To stop the bleedin', lotta reasons, lotta goons, they wanna eat

The money pop a lotta shit, the stick-up game is outta season

First time I scoped 'em out in front of subways eatin' pizza

He didn't even peep us

This is practice, thuggin' with free access

Original hitmen, born shooters that wear glasses

Guns that stop traffic, ain't afraid to blast it, bitch

This is Iraq iron, not plastic

We hogtie, duct tape, take long drives

You in the trunk, balls-out naked, you gon' die

Any place on God's green Earth you gon' fry

Night-night, ya goin' to bed, but not to the Stuy

[Verse 2: Cappadonna]

Ayo, hempty-dimp, I love rice and shrimp (Uh huh)

If I can't catch the plane then I'm catchin' the blimp (Yeah)

Told brown-skin, "Yeah, you can call me a pimp"

But I'm the real orphan of rap, I got lost in the pack

The streets had me trapped, I ain't know where I was at

Weeded in saucy black jeans, jewelry glossy

Early in the mornin', toast and coffee (Word)

You can't off me, your wack flows suck and exhausts me (Hey)

I got New York heat, 'bout to fuck a chick shortly (C'mon)

I'm bowlegged with dogs, can't none of y'all walk me

Honeys love me, follow me everywhere, stalk me

I'm good with the hoop, ten hut, my army tense up

You can't inch up, don't even flinch up

Honeys get wet and they panties be all drenched up

I'm comin' off the bench like I'm blowin' the bench up

Black crown, black apparel, black nunchucks

36 is hard to kill, we put a fence up

Armored tank, Masta Killa shit, black Benz truck

[Verse 3: Method Man]

Cauliflower wallabees, turkey legs, collard greens

Dollar dreams, if I'm not the T'Challa then what kinda king

Am I? My persona, man, it's nada, this is not a thing

Island got Italians, load the Talons and then bada-bing

Make 'em sing, this is not Sopranos, y'all, don't make a scene

Making cream, how I make it up without the Maybelline?

Can' with the laser beam, your favorite team's

Not the playground to play around with, just try and take a swing

Yadamean? It's not a seesaw battle

Not the bridge you wanna travel

'Cause your life expectancy on the Verrazzano is narrow

Just me, Denny and Darryl

Just before my hand cock you can see the Smith on the barrel

Hit the gravel, forever be in my shadow

Rather be up in the saddle than up the creek with no paddle

Key to the city, judge, throw away the gavel

Since the game got pretty it don't go with my apparel