Intro:



[Raekwon]

One for you, one for me

Two for you, one-two for me

Three for you...

[Ghostface]

What? I'll smack fuck out ya

Smack fire out your fuckin ass, what the fuck you think this is man?

Get the fuck up outta here man

[Raekwon] So yo matter of fact, the man is back

[Ghostface] Think my head is madder than fuckin fire

[Raekwon] Shit aight, this ain't even enough burn right here

This ain't enough

[Ghostface] Fuck it man

[Raekwon] We gonna shoot right over there

And yo them niggaz got the big CREAM over there

So just chill

[Ghostface] So let's do this the fuck up, roll up like tropical kid

Don't play me like I got a flowerpot head kid

Just chill man

[Raekwon] On the real let's go get this money fast Son

I know how we gotta do this kid

*shots fire*

[Ghostface] Scrungy-head motherfucker



Verse One: Raekwon the Chef



Lay on the crime scene, sippin fine wines

Pullin nines on, UFO's, takin they fly clothes

They eyes closed, we gettin loot

No doubt, check the word of mouth, unheard about

Guns go off and now a murder bout

I'm out

My raps play the part like a Get Smart secret agent

in a maze and, styles blazin, Johnny Blaze and Tony Starks in a daze and

rhymin, my nigga Lou Diamond will wrap it up

We like Meth to go and fuck with Noodles

Havin them poodles on the lockdown buyin me

Amarett-ahs, and chewables, stackin pharmecuetical

Rap niggaz on dust and wools

Yo, I told you, some kill rob and fold

The gold's untold, fuck it it beats parole

So stroll marvelous, soul controller

of the whole globe, god damn I got it sewn

And yo, whattup pop, pop the suitcase