Day Ones

[Method Man (Mr. Jones) {Chilla Jones}:]
Meth and Chilla Jones
(And Mr. Jones too) {Jones Ink}
Turn your body to skin and bones
Repping Bean Town and New Yitty
Haha, that's two cities
Raw, raw
Yeah, look

[Method Man:]
Never forgeting where I came from
The same slums where your daddy got his game from
The same slum where you probably got your name from
The G code, but you don't understand because you ain't one
I ain't dumb, I'm still riding with my day ones
That's real talk, when it come to sauce, I'm A1
That prime steak, I dare a hater to say something
And y'all gon' hate, but still gon' get you a plate, huh?
My city cooking, if you ain't watching, pretend you're looking
Was in the pushing with youngins running from central bookings
What's all that woofin'? Just know I brought a wolf in
Like Head Ice, get your head right or head tooken
That's right, I said tooken, go on and spell check it
I sell records, my rap sheets got jail records
All hail Method and Chilla Jones, we still at home
I'm crack, Jones, I turn a body to skin and bones

[Mr. Jones:]
I gotta know who's gonna ride with me
I'm taking off, who's tryna fly with me?
No time for fake ones, I roll with my day ones
I gotta know who's gonna ride with me
I'm taking off, who's tryna fly with me?
No time for fake ones, I roll with my day ones

[Chilla Jones:]
Never forgetting where I came from (Never)
Twenty years, I been kicking with the same ones, sitting in the same slums
Bringing visions to fruition with my day ones
Can't stop 'til my mission in the game done (Jones)
I'm the one, they don't believe me, though
It's all good, they do everything but leave me, though
Went from having different methods when they see me flow (To what?)
To working beside Method on a TV show (Woo)
You busters better drop the mic
Or throw the towel in, baby, tell 'em stop the fight
No más, like Randy retired
I'm working hard to see the younger members of my family inspired
Proving I can be admired
Forget the fancy attire
We was buying 'em used, couldn't afford a fancier tire
Man, I'm anti with anxiety (Anti)
'Cause I'm everything everyone's tryna be
I got a question, don't lie to me

[Mr. Jones:]
I gotta know who's gonna ride with me
I'm taking off, who's tryna fly with me?
No time for fake ones, I roll with my day ones
I gotta know who's gonna ride with me
I'm taking off, who's tryna fly with me?
No time for fake ones, I roll with my day ones