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)