[ODB + Snoop] 
Yeah 
Huh, huh 
Yeah 
Fo' sho', fo' sho', you know that... 
Knowhatimsayin, tired of takin motherfuckin bullets for niggas and shit 
Knowhatimsayin? 
I feel you my nigga 
Catchin 45s, being chased by the government, shit like that 
I'm diggin it 
Bitches you know, mindscapin, tryin to set a nigga up 
Knowhatimsayin? 
Yeah, MC Conditioner, yeah, knowhatimsayin? 
Tired of takin motherfucking bullets for niggas and shit           Catchin  
45s, being chased by the government, shit like that 
I'm diggin it 
Bitches you know, mindscapin, tryin to set a nigga up 
Knowhatimsayin ? 
 
[ODB: HOOK] 
MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur... [4X] 
 
[Snoop] 
Yeah, yeah 
Wu-Tang Clan 
Big Snoop D O double G 
Somethin for the 2000 
 
[ODB] 
Your mama name Peter, papa name Cita 
Fuck that nigga, when it come to the heater 
Be the elevator, pussy eater 
Too desperator, got shot, a hibernator 
Hit a nigga later, he got to vacate 'em 
Old Dirty corporata, splash, I'm up on the punanny flash 
Bad gas, Macintosh, the light is red 
Pee in the bed, I'm frustrated 
For 29 years, no educated 
High caded, cuz you kept it checkmated 
What a waste, I'm up in yo' face like what 
All you niggas I'm puttin you in your place 
 
[HOOK with Snoop's "say what" at end of amateur...] 
 
[Snoop] 
Mr. No-Meaner, pussy ho-beater 
I keep fo' heaters when I'm dippin with my vita 
Suckers they wanna beat us, join us but we don't need 'em 
Pump 'em and defeat 'em, dump 'em, and delete 'em 
This negro right here pimps hoes 
I smoke so much dope I have ya bloody at the nose 
Since my buddy at these hoes wit a bud like a rose 
It just so happens I'm the nigga that she chose 
I flows above the rest, mos' def' 
Got you shakin yo' ass, and you throwin up yo' set 
Whatever you do, you keepin it true 
Big Dogg and ODB, I thought you knew 
Oooh, the Wu, is back up in this motherfucker 
Oooh, and Snoop, is burnin rubber on these suckers 
It's a dog day afternoon 
The Clan go bang, and the bang go boom 
How you love it, how you like it, and how you get it 
Do that damn thing and quit buillshittin wit it 
MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy is a amateur (say what) 
MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur 
 
[HOOK] 
 
[Snoop] 
yeah, yeah... 
 
[BEAT SWITCH] 
 
[Gza] 
Yeah, pump that shit, testin 
Check, 1,2, yes, yes, yes 
Yes, yes y'all, to my niggas y'all 
To my click y'all, you can't quit y'all 
Wu-Tang bangin' that dope shit y'all 
That make you wanna roll up and smoke shit y'all 
To the beat y'all, you can't sleep y'all 
On my flow y'all niggas don't know y'all 
You see my style calm but wild 
You witness the rhyme, nothin but dimes 
The eightball murder verse, freestyle or rehearsed 
I wreck emcees whether I'm last or first 
What, what, what, what, hazardous dart 
Visual long forgotten art 
That fell apart, til the blood ran from the heart 
Pump through the street, Rza make re-break beats 
Packed seats, rapid fire raps at off track meets 
And an arm tank, high rank, heavy metal shank 
Blow 'em off the plank when they ships approach the bank 
Wu niggas rollin, throwin the first rap slogan 
Heroes of Hogan, shot up the military clothin' 
Quickly blow up, rolled up in rappers like pennies 
My brother stack tracks on the behalf of many 
With the wisdom, power of, science from experts 
Self applyin, that put giants in the network 
The compact disc and televised live cults 
Will multiply our strength, on a worldwide note 
Yes, what, what 
 
[Deck] 
Yes, yes y'all, you don't stop 
You keep on, til the break o dawn 
Ah yes, yes y'all, you don't stop 
Ah Wu-Tang known to make your body rock