Day Ones

[Intro: Method Man, Mr. Jones & Chilla Jones]

Meth and Chilla Jones

And Mr. Jones too (Jones Ink)

Turn your body to skin and bones

Reppin' Bean Town and New Yitty

Haha, that's two cities

Raw, raw

Yeah, look

[Verse 1: Method Man]

Never forgetin' where I came from

The same slums where your daddy got his game from

The same slum where you probably got your name from

The G code, but you don't understand because you ain't one

I ain't dumb, I'm still ridin' with my day ones

That's real talk, when it come to sauce, I'm A1

That prime steak, I dare a hater to say somethin'

And y'all gon' hate, but still gon' get you a plate, huh?

My city cookin', if you ain't watchin', pretend you're lookin'

Was in the pushin' with youngins runnin' from central bookings

What's all that woofin'? Just know I brought a wolf in

Like Head Ice, get your head right or head tooken

That's right, I said tooken, go on and spell check it

I sell records, my rap sheets got jail records

All hail Method and Chilla Jones, we still at home

I'm crack, Jones, I turn a body to skin and bones

[Chorus: Mr. Jones]

I gotta know who's gonna ride with me

I'm takin' off, who's tryna fly with me?

No time for fake ones, I roll with my day ones

I gotta know who's gonna ride with me

I'm takin' off, who's tryna fly with me?

No time for fake ones, I roll with my day ones

[Verse 2: Chilla Jones]

Never forgetting where I came from (Never)

Twenty years, I been kickin' with the same ones, sittin' in the same slums

Bringing visions to fruition with my day ones

Can't stop 'til my mission in the game done (Jones)

I'm the one, they don't believe me, though

It's all good, they do everything but leave me, though

Went from havin' different methods when they see me flow (To what?)

To workin' beside Method on a TV show (Woo)

You busters better drop the mic

Or throw the towel in, baby, tell 'em stop the fight

No más, like Randy retired

I'm workin' hard to see the younger members of my family inspired

Proving I can be admired

Forget the fancy attire

We was buyin' 'em used, couldn't afford a fancier tire

Man, I'm anti with anxiety (Anti)

'Cause I'm everything everyone's tryna be

I got a question, don't lie to me

[Chorus: Mr. Jones]

I gotta know who's gonna ride with me

I'm takin' off, who's tryna fly with me?

No time for fake ones, I roll with my day ones

I gotta know who's gonna ride with me

I'm takin' off, who's tryna fly with me?

No time for fake ones, I roll with my day ones