[Intro: Mathematics scratching Ghostface Killah sample]
"Who's the knucklehead wantin' respect?"
{*sample repeats in background of Street's intro*}

[Intro: Streetlife, (Method Man)]
Yo, yo – Never doubt the Life
(EHHHH! YO!) Yo
Who the fuck are you to criticize me?
Yo, I slap, yo, I slap dick ta ya wifey
Yo (Respect, that's my word)

[Verse 1: Streetlife]
Another Wu tradition, Street vision, listen
All my life I've been poverty stricken
Always took what's mines, never was given
A second chance, just a rap sheet of bad decisions
You can't knock the hustle or the life that I'm livin'
Quick to stick the clip in, blow you out position
Street jurisdictions, n***a, no restriction
Concrete composition put emcees in submission
Special edition, crash course mission
Push through like the task force and crush all competition
Speak to you from a distance, dry snitchin', whisperin'–
To your man, posted up like two little bitches
Where you get the heart? Step live or catch stitches
Or find yourself for delf, sleepin' with the fishes
I got no love for fans that's fake-ass n***as
I can't stand a bib-wearer that's it's all in my business
Wu-Tang forever and a day, don't get it twisted
Or get lifted out your shoes, served from hot biscuits
We're street kids, we can't lose, we terrorize your district
Leave no fingerprints and no survivin' witness
[Chorus: Method Man]
Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide (Yo, yo Math!)
It's them kids from the otherside
("Shaolin!") Worldwide
Street Life – homicide
Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide, fool, we P.L.O. 
Fo' sho', if it don't flow, gotta go
Fo' sho', if it don't blow, gotta go
Fo' sho', if it ain't dough, gotta go
Some didn't listen 'til my gun went BO'!

[Verse 2: Inspectah Deck]
Yo, thoughts sharper than a Japanese katana
Ninja karma, piranhas crack teeth on my armor
Scandalous, I ran CONTRA-bomber
Conquer like rebels in Rwanda
Death before dishonor, snake charmer
Persona of one who makes drama
'Godfather 4' type saga
Tuckin' a revolver in my parka
Foreigner, prepare for departure
Mic carver, strike harder
Fear the bow of the silent archer
Sure shotter, pass the rock to your starter
Poison darter, news photographers document the horror
While I bounce Shaunda with Tiwana in the aqua blue Honda
Honor roll scholar, rockwilder grip mics for top dollar
"Your highness," the crowd holla
Got your head rock, feel the brain trauma
Crowd sponsor, hotter than Bahamas steam saunas
The Rebel of the opera, rocked off the chocolate and the Garcia
Monster truck crush you imposters
[Chorus: Method Man]
Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide
It's them kids from the otherside
("Shaolin!") Worldwide
I.N.S. – homicide
Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide, fool, we P.L.O. 
Fo' sho', if it don't flow, gotta go
Fo' sho', if it don't blow, gotta go
Fo' sho', if it ain't dough, gotta go
Some didn't listen 'til my gun went BO'!

[Verse 3: Method Man]
I'm the 4 mic emcee with 5 mic potential
Overlooked, 'cause y'all can't understand what I've been through
You ain't got to love me, or even pretend to
Actin' like they street, and they ain't got no street credentials
Track villains, raps be killin' instrumentals
They catch feelings and slap a filling out ya dental
Underground sound, for ghetto residentials
Up shit's creek, lookin' for some more shit to get into
Grab the Clan jewels as I continue (Uh huh)
To serve you everythin' that's on the menu
With Chef John Jacob
Remember Sunz Of Man told you "Wake Up"?
My n***a, smell the coffee, I'm too hardcore to kill softly
Come to free the mind and get the bullshit up off me
The Jedi, only use The Force if ya force me
Shaolin–what?! Don't get it fucked up and cross me
Rappers gettin' stuck for actin' stuck up and flossy
Say it ain't so! Bust the Calico
Rap from the Island called Stat' – here we go!
[Chorus: Method Man]
Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide
It's them kids from the otherside
("Shaolin!") Worldwide
Method Man – homicide
Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide, fool, we P.L.O. 
Fo' sho', if it don't flow, gotta go
Fo' sho', if it don't blow, gotta go
Fo' sho', if it ain't dough, gotta go
Some didn't listen 'til my son went BO'!

[Outro: Mathematics scratching Ghostface Killah sample]
"Wantin' respect--" "Wantin' respect--"
"Who's the knucklehead wantin' respect?"
"Wantin' respect--" "Wantin' respect--"
"Wantin' respect-- sharpest n***as in the...--"