[Intro: Raekwon, Ghostface Killah, U-God]
Let me— Let me hold that
One for you, one for me (True)
Two for you, one— two for me
What?
Three for you
Nigga get— get the— Man, I'll smack— (Fuck is— out of here with all that shit)
Smack fire out your fucking ass
What the fuck you think this is, man?
Get the fuck up out of here man (Chill, chill)
So, yo, matter of fact, the man is back (Stick this man head out over a fucking fire!)
Shit, alright— This ain't even enough bread right here, this ain't enough
We going to shoot right over there (Fuck that man, yo)
And, yo, them niggas got the big cream over there, just chill (Alright, let's get this cash, and move nigga)
Spark it, right out the tropical, kid
Alright, don't play me like I got a flowerpot head, kid (*Loading clip*), on the real, man
Just chill, let's go get this money fast, son
I know how we got to do this, kid (*Gunshots*), trust this (Alright, scrungy-head motherfuckers)
[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Lay on the crime scene, sipping fine wines, pulling nines on
UFOs, taking they fly clothes, they eyes closed
We getting loot, no doubt, check the word of mouth
Unheard about, guns go off and now a murder route
I'm out, my raps play the part like a Get Smart secret agent
In a maze and style's blazing
Johnny Blaze and Tony Starks in the Days Inn
And Rhyming, my nigga Lou Diamond with Robert F
We like Meth to go and fuck with Noodles
Having them poodles on the lockdown, buying me
Amarettos and chewables, smacking pharmaceutical
Rap niggas on dust and woos
Yo, I told you some killed, robbed and fold
The goal's untold, fuck it, it beats parole
So stroll marvelous, soul controller of the globe blow
Goddamn, I got it sewn and yo
What up wop? Pop the suitcase high and we can talk
You can walk out the fucking building and get caught
Save the fully inflatable, rap relatable
Drug relatable, niggas here to play with you
A hundred dollar Rottweiler, go to spot sellers
Guns and Glocks for them niggas who got props
Off top jail niggas get mad bigger and yo
Mail a guy about a hundred pictures
Word to mama, this rap wonder rhymer team got drama
Comma, blunt smoke real-ass marijuana
Chef Maranzano boats across the Verrazano
Immaculate, bust off my gun so accurate
And get cream in the cuisine of Queens
I told you, money skated with night beams and two rings
Let me— Let me hold that
One for you, one for me (True)
Two for you, one— two for me
What?
Three for you
Nigga get— get the— Man, I'll smack— (Fuck is— out of here with all that shit)
Smack fire out your fucking ass
What the fuck you think this is, man?
Get the fuck up out of here man (Chill, chill)
So, yo, matter of fact, the man is back (Stick this man head out over a fucking fire!)
Shit, alright— This ain't even enough bread right here, this ain't enough
We going to shoot right over there (Fuck that man, yo)
And, yo, them niggas got the big cream over there, just chill (Alright, let's get this cash, and move nigga)
Spark it, right out the tropical, kid
Alright, don't play me like I got a flowerpot head, kid (*Loading clip*), on the real, man
Just chill, let's go get this money fast, son
I know how we got to do this, kid (*Gunshots*), trust this (Alright, scrungy-head motherfuckers)
[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Lay on the crime scene, sipping fine wines, pulling nines on
UFOs, taking they fly clothes, they eyes closed
We getting loot, no doubt, check the word of mouth
Unheard about, guns go off and now a murder route
I'm out, my raps play the part like a Get Smart secret agent
In a maze and style's blazing
Johnny Blaze and Tony Starks in the Days Inn
And Rhyming, my nigga Lou Diamond with Robert F
We like Meth to go and fuck with Noodles
Having them poodles on the lockdown, buying me
Amarettos and chewables, smacking pharmaceutical
Rap niggas on dust and woos
Yo, I told you some killed, robbed and fold
The goal's untold, fuck it, it beats parole
So stroll marvelous, soul controller of the globe blow
Goddamn, I got it sewn and yo
What up wop? Pop the suitcase high and we can talk
You can walk out the fucking building and get caught
Save the fully inflatable, rap relatable
Drug relatable, niggas here to play with you
A hundred dollar Rottweiler, go to spot sellers
Guns and Glocks for them niggas who got props
Off top jail niggas get mad bigger and yo
Mail a guy about a hundred pictures
Word to mama, this rap wonder rhymer team got drama
Comma, blunt smoke real-ass marijuana
Chef Maranzano boats across the Verrazano
Immaculate, bust off my gun so accurate
And get cream in the cuisine of Queens
I told you, money skated with night beams and two rings
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