Ya'll Been Warned

[Intro: Method Man & Masta Killa]

Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, ayy

Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up, one

Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up

That's what's up

Ayy, ayy, ayy

That's what's up

Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up

Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up, yo

[Verse 1: Method Man]

Wu-Tang, nigga, crash your crew, laugh at you

You bastard, you, pass through, slap an ass or two

Hear me roar, Timbaland tree, weed galore

MCs with gusto, y'all ain't never seen before

El-Producto, pass that, you puff too slow

That's what's up, yo, the kid with the buck-toothed flow

Oh, that's Mef Man, southpaw, I throw my left hand

To that hardcore shit that even make the TEC jam

Oh, my goodness, trust me, ain't nothing like some hood shit

Gotta love my dogs, but ain't nothing like a good bitch

Strictly, if I'm goin' down, she comin' with me

Whole time screamin', "Oh, my God!", ain't no mystery

[Chorus: Method Man]

(Y'all been warned) About them Killa Beez on the swarm

(Y'all been warned) You either step or get stepped upon, nigga

Correct me if I'm wrong, but fake thugs never last long

Can't wait until your fake-ass gone

(Y'all been warned) About them Killa Beez on the swarm

(Y'all been warned) You either step or get stepped upon, nigga

Uh-oh, I think they're playin' our song

Lit blunts, "Clan In Da Front", sayin', "It's on!"

[Verse 2: Bobby Digital]

Try to Wu hate, duck, you could suck my—

Watch the block get clear when I buck my—

Boomerang darts, you can't duck my—

No tellin' which Clan, man, you got struck by

Chains get tucked when he walk by; hawk eye

Arrows bein' fired from crossbow, I talk fly

You can't Etch-A-Sketch, all my rhyme threat

Try to bite my flow, you catch a throat strep

Soaked in sex, dope, you eat the cold TECs

Boldflex, W crown, the ice O-X

Up in the oolie, yo, who you know?

John Bizzi, Ghost Deini, Rollie Finger and them toolies, yo

Stainless Bobby, boy, you have an English folly

To try to detain the slang that we came to party

Plus you didn't peep Irief, kid, you sleep

I seen this heap of shit, you in steep

[Chorus: Method Man]

(Y'all been warned) About them Killa Beez on the swarm

(Y'all been warned) You either step or get stepped upon

Correct me if I'm wrong, but fake thugs never last long

Can't wait until your fake-ass gone

[Verse 3: Inspectah Deck]

Yo, amidst the gravel, play the words of the Big Apple

Broadcastin' live from the pits of the battle

Wigs split and rattled, get shook out your saddle

You ever hear me losin,' one of y'all fix the panel

Ask who? Wu, that's true, known piranhas

Who knows drama? Fathers of your whole persona (Yeah)

The mad doctor stay locked in the O.R

In too deep, beyond reach of the sonar

Still a vet, say my name next to hall of fame

Hurtin' third string players, first day in the game

It's on, son, the Killa Bee swarm come

Make the world shake with one continuous drum

[Chorus: Method Man]

(Y'all been warned) About them Killa Beez on the swarm

(Y'all been warned) You either step or get stepped upon, nigga

Correct me if I'm wrong, but fake thugs never last long

Can't wait until your fake-ass gone

[Verse 4: Raekwon & Masta Killa]

Wave ya gun, Killa (I got you)

Shoot this nigga in his face for his mumblin' (I heard y'all forgot Wu)

Wear your crown, black down (Watch the block, too)

Blow at y'all niggas (Blowin' at the cops, too)

Yo, my wallets stay bulletproof, racin' in coups

Yeah, we the realest, ultraviolet leathers on, pealin' this

Love lookin' the illest, gorilla things

Monster background with a history of pumpin' crack

Yap clowns, we all real in here

Strap a bomb on a family member, let y'all niggas know we here

Blasted, it's like cheeba when I splashed it

Real reefer heads'll know the meanin' of hittin' glass

I told y'alls, against y'all, Ginsus avenge gods

Picture me stabbin' you in the yard for R's

Kid saw Staten, nine *Bin Ladens*

Valours on, colourful drawers, lookin' all relaxed in

[Chorus: Method Man]

(Y'all been warned) About them Killa Beez on the swarm

(Y'all been warned) You either step or get stepped upon, nigga

Correct me if I'm wrong, but fake thugs never last long

Can't wait until your fake-ass gone

(Y'all been warned) About them Killa Beez on the swarm

(Y'all been warned) You either step or get stepped upon, nigga

Uh-oh, I think they're playin' our song

Lit blunts, "Clan In Da Front", sayin', "It's on!"

[Outro]

"I'm not begging for my own life

Just let my child be born, then I don't mind dying"

"Ha, that's great, kill her and his child

Ta Chi, go ahead"