[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Yo yo yo!
Word to ride nigga, yeah

[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
Ayo, we four or five niggas with furs on
Up top gated up, big tables got the reserves on
Blowin' on saxophones, the band is rough
So much ice on looks like my wrist been cut
And we just made it back from Beijing
Seen my jeweller, told him melt the bird down to eight rings
And the music stopped, Jada stood up (yeah)
Before the speech, he had everybody raise they cups
He said, "I been in spots where I can't even mention it"
"Don't drink the Cris', Ghost mighta pissed in it!"
Romanian dude, black down, pourin' the saki
Face slumped to the side like Rocky
Then Strahan came through, with his bullshit ring
He said YIKES, when I pulled out my monster bling
Don't be afraid of the New York street talk
I switch gear all day bro, like you do on your peach porch
The chairs is suede, the walls is velvet
Marquise ballroom, so live I felt it
Fat asses in fishnets, shakin' they pelvis
Playin' with they pussy, middle finger drippin', I smelt it
Poker tables, crap joints just for rap niggas
Me and Sheek, walkin' around bitch-slappin' niggas
There go Rae, there go P
Yo Chop whattup! Whattup?
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