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Intro: Raekwon (plus sample of Tony Montana having an argument)
"I told you a long time ago you fkin little monkey
not to fcK ME."
"Hey hey, who the fcK you think you goin for huh??!"
"Who the fk you think I am your fkin bell-boy?"
"You wanna go to war?.... Wanna go to war, OK?"
Comin up on half a mil, we build
Get real God, taking you on another one Son
Uhh, Julio Igleasias
Makin CREAM like that nigg*
Verse One: Ghostface Killah
Yo, first of all son, peep the arson
Many brothers I be sparkin and bustin mad light inside the dark
Call me dough sn*tcher, just the brother for the rapture
I handglide, holdin on strong, hard to capture
Extravagant, RZA bake the track and it's militant
Then I react, like a convict, and start killin s**t
It's manifested, the Gods work like appliances
Dealin in my cypher I revolve around sciences
The ninth chamber, nigg* trapped inside my hallway
You try to flee but you got smoked up by the doorway (blaow! blaow! blaow!)
No question, I send your as* back, right to the essence
Your whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you restin
While I'll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops
Throwin off airplanes cause CASH RULES
Everything around me black as you can see
sw*llow this murder one verse like God degree
Then analyze my soundtrack for satisfaction
You adapt like a flashback chain reaction
Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef
Just a minute son...
AK's black bust back like seventy Macs
I'm all that, street knowin my steez black
Ron G, you know he coincide with me see
Marvelous, Menace fo' Society
But anyway, let's toast, champagne thoughts with Ghost
I max the most shotguns through the nose
Phonograph hip-hop put me on top
'Lo wears, and Tommy Hil fly s**t with a knot
The witty unpredictable live s**t, drive by s**t
Do or die s**t, I'll take your lie and s**t
And then you know I'm runnin through the penal foul
Four-toothed child was wild
The old lady snitched, but fk it, you know it, one love kid
No I'm not doin a bid
Too much to get for what cause six got
stuck, and the nigg* chain was truck
Yo fk that, Criminology rap
Speakers stay jet black floating in the flyest Ac
nigg*... bring it!
Yeah
Outro: Raekwon
Much love go to New York City
All my Tommy Hil ice rockin
