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Intro: Ghostface Killer
Tommy Hil' rockin ice
Tommy Hil' ice rockin who fk...
Mira, afrente
Take a one on one to this s**t y'all (yeah)
Get your nostrils clear (yeah)
Come on, sniff your brains out
All my Al Capone, Al Pacino (yeah)
Who's down with drug smuggling
Cappadonna, Golden Arms
Verse One: Ghostface Killer
Yo, yo
check out the rap kingpin, the black Jesus
I know a few sniff coke, it cause seizures
Peace to half-moon Caesars
and all the girls in the bleachers
Hot weather, sex on the beaches
Jewelery shopping out of the country
Deluxe luxury, people saying dem lock chains
Look, truck on me
But what about the Wonder Woman bracelet
Two-oh point three diamond cut engraved rubies
Kid I laced it
My sweet tooth gotta nigg* throbbin, ready for robbin
But first hit Maria's, for a butter almond
The bionic microphone is stacked mechanic
Move like a bunch of Mexicans with bandanas
Son, it's on so we can just Maximillion
I got the spot sewn, so we can make a billy on it
God's tropical
Ladies call me black fruit punch
Rainbow, flavored murder for lunch
Peace to the Paris crew in the avenue, and my nigg* Jay Love
Who carries switch blades on the range roof
Verse Two: Cappadonna
Yo, the first branch, the third leaf, whoever want it got beef
I politic, show love, crush those who dare creep
Into my realm of sunshine I praise divine
Fine line between dawn of dumb, deaf and blind
He ain't mine, he shook like the f*gg*ts on daytime
Crossed over grain while we was bubblin moonshine
Sippin on the Moet, laid up, Rae-Gambino
Mastermind the plan, Tony Starks, Cappachino
Develop while your head be swellin up all for the nation
Blinded by the ice while I release the confrontation
Dali holy fat bags of weed, ravioli
Pasta, Bodyguard the killa bee songs like Kevin Costner
Infrared ball inside your bumba rasta
Cappadonna pimped the derby like the mobster
Interlude: Ghostface
Yeah, yeah
Eight spaghetti lame brain as*
Quarters, nickels, and dimes b*tch
Except for overtime nigg*
Any as* money should be fine
Cause I'm coming strong, reaking backs
Keepin s**t real
If you haven't noticed this crazy as* rusty, as* nigg*
Let me tell you this four times
Tony Starks, Raekwon the chef
Cappachino and Golden Arms
Is comin through mad strong
From the isles of Shaolin
For all them f*gg*t ass
Rusty ticket-head girls too
Shump shump baby
Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef
Yo back in the days, baggin crack, scr*pin plates
Flippin cakes to them heavy head hatin Jakes
It be us, all the war's soldiers, hangin in halls gettin over
City who for blood money rockin Rovers
Stay dipped, don't have no money in your pocket
In the streets while these people mark money in their Jeep
Crack bums watch your back for jumps
Caught before a fake twenty dollar bill
Get em son, we ain't the one
Politickin, purse vickin, sick of these Dominicans
Eatin good, had to shoot my way up out of Bennigans
That's life, to top it all off, beef for white
pullin bleach out tryin to throw it in my eyesight
Yo what the fk was on yo mind?
