Lyrics Thank U - Method Man , Ghostface Killah , Mathematics
[Intro:
Raekwon
(Angela
Neal)]
We
gon'
what?
*beat
kicks
in*
Cl-ap,
cl-ap
nigga
And
snap
uh,
that's
a
part
of
the
game
That's
the
part
of
the
game
nigga
that
you
never
understood
And
a
problem
to
fuckin'
stand
you
You
know
who's
around
this
nigga
Best
to
respect,
I
see
who
you
are
[Hook:
Angela
Neal]
I
wanna
thank,
I
wanna
thank
you
Mr.
DJ,
Mr.
DJ
Raekwon
and
Ghostface,
U-God
and
Method
Man
On
a
Mathematics
beat,
Mathematics
drop
the
beat
[Ghostface
Killah
w/
Angela
Neal
ad-libs]
Porceline
floors
with
a
dog
named
Ginger
Bottle
cap
niggaz
that
rhyme,
we
the
winners
Then
slide
thru
your
hood
in
hoods
Me,
Cliff,
Patrick,
Gary
Grice
and
my
man
C.
Woods
Holdin
up
gorilla,
two
niggaz
got
a
hold
that
shit
One
shot
and
ya
mans
on
it
The
little
kids
watch
'em
down
the
block
Jury
box,
murder
hop,
six
stash
botch,
fit
hit
the
ran
spots
Spit
at
the
statue
with
cash
and
throw
dough
at
it
Fuck
bitches
raw,
why?
cuz
I'm
a
pro
at
it
Big
birds
danglin,
cameras
snatch,
flash
and
pop
from
every
angle
and
2000
Mark
Damian
[Chorus:
Ghostface
Killah
(U-God)
w/
Angela
Neal
ad-libs]
Listen
to
the
(clap)
Real
niggaz
(clap)
Rich
niggaz
(clap)
My
bitches
(clap)
If
you
love
pussy
then
y'all
niggaz
(clap)
If
you
love
to
get
ate,
then
y'all
ladies
(clap)
If
you
real
fucked
up,
then
ya'll
niggaz
(clap)
If
you
bare
witness
to
Allah
y'all
(clap)
Aiyo
you
see
me
on
the
big
screen
y'all
niggaz
clap
(Jeans
with
a
gangster
lean,
y'all
clap)
Brim
hats,
sloppy
automatics
that
clap
(Big
shit,
thunder)
Get
around
that
[Hook:
Angela
Neal]
I
wanna
thank,
I
wanna
Thank
U,
Mr.
DJ,
Mr.
DJ
Wu-Tang
and
Ghostface,
Wu-Tang
and
Method
Man
On
a
Mathematics
beat
My
hands
are
clappin
my
body's
movin
My
body's
movin
from
side
to
side
The
beat
is
so
funky,
funky
Wu-Tang
and
Tony
Starks,
Johnny
Blaze
Mathematics
on
it,
so
rock
it
all
night
long
[Method
Man
w/
Angela
Neal
ad-libs]
Clap
ya
hands
now,
people
clap
ya
hands
I
drink
till
I'm
drunk,
smoke
skunk
with
my
stinkin
ass,
smell
the
funk
Eekin
out
the
pours,
cum
stain,
shitty
drawers
Pissin
down
ya
elevators
shaft,
no
class,
writin
graf'
on
ya
walls
It
be
us,
fuck
ya
law,
niggaz
my
cause
is
"because"
No
yin
to
my
yang,
it's
a
black
thing
Used
to
be
in
chains,
now
we
snatch
chains
Took
the
crack
game
applied
it
to
the
rap
game,
y'all
Pop
quiz,
now,
what
artist
hits
the
hardest?
Ya
down
with
the
syndrome:
retarted
I
think
it
was
them
swordsmen,
place
them
chess
pieces
on
the
boards
and
Take
it
to
square,
this
ain't
no
Yacub
affair
Or
a
New
World
Disorder,
got
us,
fuckin
the
coal
miner
daughter
That
y'all,
but
not
us
[Chorus]
[Hook:
Angela
Neal]
I
wanna
thank,
I
wanna
Thank
U,
Mr.
DJ,
Mr.
DJ
Wu-Tang
and
Ghostface,
Wu-Tang
and
Method
Man
On
a
Mathematics
beat
My
hands
are
clappin
my
body's
movin
My
body's
movin
from
side
to
side
The
beat
is
so
funky,
funky
Wu-Tang
and
Tony
Starks,
Johnny
Blaze
Mathematics
on
it,
so
rock
it
all
night
long
[Angela
Neal
(Method
Man)]
Rock
it
all
night
long
Check
out
Ghostface,
check
out
Method
Man
Mathematics
beat,
Mathematics
beat
Check
out
Angie,
that's
me,
on
the
vocals
All
night,
all
night
long
HandClap
(clap
ya
hands
now)
come
on
come
on
HandClap
(clap
ya
hands
now)
come
on
come
on
(Clap,
clap,
clap
ya
hands
now)
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