Inspectah Deck 
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the lyrical grand prix 
We have our drivers racin for a $3,000,000 purse 
Winner takes all, gentlemen start your engines... 

Give me room, hit the tune 
Feature presentation comin soon, early June 
Killa Bee platoon, well groomed 
Spells doom, raise the volume 
You react like a werewolf in a full moon 
With the force of a trojan horse 
Pushin, flowin, have your seatbelt fastened 
We blastin into orbit, Wu restore the new chamber 
Wu-banger number 9, expert precision and design 
Mastermind the plan took a matter of time 
>From the confinds of the cold world I shine 
It's amazin, the grace, changin in the place 
Blazin the brakes, invadin your space 
Which remains in the race, claimin first place 
Raisin the stakes, it's a game to disgrace 
I hold many jewels, drop more than I wear 
I come in peace, prepare for the warfare 
The invincible fold, when they're caught in the square 
and the talk mad shit when the coast is clear 

Yes, ladies and gentlemen 
We've just completed the first lap 

Street Life 
Blood kin, knowledge, knowledge, I build with rap scholars 
Guns and wallets, prowess, Staten Island stylist 
12 men roster, live long, prosper 
Street philosopher, you end up like Jimmy Hoffa 
Ain't a damn thing changed but the aim, bullet range 
Strange universe, I was nursed to blow your mainframe 
Think first, convert, all verse live in concert 
Pull a skirt, burst, while y'all niggaz star search 
Mind your's, why you eyein mines for 
Posin like a Matten dog, I must got somethin you wanna die for 
Touch mine, reach him up, his headline, both grant 
9 inch rusty splint push through your nose is vent 
Got my eyes on the grand prize, place your bet 
Watch me win it by a landslide, pull off an upset 
Hold the burner close by my hands and my pocket 
Hold the trophy high and keep my eyes on the prophet 

Inspectah Deck 
And a new driver has entered the contest 
Ladies and gentlemen, driver number 99 
In the red car... 

U-God 
Fog lights beam, car 99 supreme 
A high-powered machine spits sparks of baroline 
The smell of gasoline, motor roar, the crowd roars 
The rag tuck rip, box cut caught in my jaws 
Enforcin my laws, rap mirage in my garage 
The grease lightnin, dusty rose, shake him, bon voyage 
Now duel of the iron, flyin fued for you writers 
The speed demon, rebel talk, triggers, freedom fighters 
Was tracked in the cock pit, I'm writin exact 
I'm crushin corners, who that kid ridin the track 
with the Wu helmet, 6th nigga, 5 cars track 
The last but not least, I bliss through the scrimmage 
No brakes, I dart, I'm racin for the finish 
Understand my hunger for my land down under 
It's the thunderous rush, after the sounds get crush 
The purse snatchin pound, by all means snatch cream 
tear your ass out of town 

Inspectah Deck 
As we near the final lap 
Team Wu-Tang seems to be buildin 
a sizeable lead on the competition 

Yo, I know how to fold 'em like Kenny Rogers 
Popular demand, overstand these pirahnas 
Movin on the track like a Monaco GT 
I stand out similar to 3D on your TV 
Easily breezin watchin the speed dial climb 
Style of rhyme, left the foes miles behind 
Leavin skid marks on the charts 
Aimed at the hearts of the fake, sparked on the tapes 
It's starts from the gate, darts penetrate 
Freestyle as the decoy to sharpen the bait 
Holdin major weight, my Supreme Team dominates 
Circulatin, takin all bets you plates 
In and out of state, twirlin L's on the freeway 
NY to SC, NC to VA, GA to MD, CA to KY 
FL to IL, TX to MI 

As we near the checkered flake, ladies and gentlemen 
Team Wu-Tang's holdin down the 1st, 2nd and 3rd positions 
And it looks like it's goin to be another sure win for Team Wu-Tang 
As they take home another pot of gold with this $3,000,000 purse 
Rebel INS, U-God, Street Life 

Get the loot, get the loot 
Cash money y'all, cash money y'all, cash money y'all