[Intro: RZA]
Yeah, yo, what up yo?
Yeah, yeah, what up?
Nothin', man, hold on
Someone beepin' on my other line and shit
Nigga, I've seen everything I wanted to see
Come on son, yo, in my Range Rover runnin' out this muthaf**ka and shit
I be there in ninety minutes, aight, I make a stop
Aight, peace, one-one

[RZA]
I'm up in the Cherry Range, drivin' fast through heavy rains
My mind's on everything, my Wiz, my seed, the five pounds of weed
My dog got bagged with tryin' to sling in D.C.
My cell phone rings off the hook: "brrring!"
"Kinetic 9: Yo, what's the word, king?"

[Beretta 9]
Duckin' lights, b.s. and problems, pushin' through Holland Tunnel
Tryin' to avoid getting caught up in the funnel
''cause in the jungle, sometimes you gotta rumble
With the, the Beez...

[RZA]
... That's why we study degrees
And keep our third eye open for c-cypher punks

Will bag you for a blunt and lock you up for a month
You've seen Bird? You had beef with that chump
And I heard he came home from a two-year slump

[Beretta 9]
Yeah, I heard, I got the pump in the trunk
And when I see that crab, I'm a dump in his lump
''cause niggaz ain't shit but welfare cheese

[RZA]
With their food stamp bitches and their coupon seeds

[Beretta 9]
Frontin' with their platinum like they're O's and G's

[RZA]
When faced with the gat, niggaz pose and freeze
And melt like snow on my windshield, that windmills
In my mind spin, they give skin chills
Yo, son, we gotta make them deals
For ten mill's so we can pay them bills, yo

[Chorus: RZA]