Intro: Raekwon (plus sample of Tony Montana having an argument)



"I told you a long time ago you fuckin little monkey

not to FUCK ME."

"Hey hey who the FUCK you think you goin for huh??!"

"Who the fuck you think I am your fuckin dough 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 nigga



Verse One: Ghostface Killer



Yo, burst of awesome, be the arson

Many brothers I be sparkin and bustin mad light inside the dark

Call me dough snatcher, 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 shit

It's manifested, the Gods work like appliances

Dealin in my cypher I revolve around sciences

The ninth chamber, nigga trapped inside my hallway

You try to flee but you got smoked up by the doorway (blaow! blaow! blaow!)

No question, I send your ass 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 niggaz off airplanes cause CASH RULES

Everything around me black as you can see

Swallow 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 niggaz 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 shit with a knot

The witty unpredictable live shit, drive by shit

Do or die shit, I'll take your lie and shit

And then you know I'm runnin through the penal foul

Four-toothed child was wild

The old lady snitched, but fuck it, you know it, one love kid

No I'm not doin a nid

Too much to get for what cause six niggaz got

stuck, and the nigga chain was truck

Yo fuck that, Criminology rap

Speakers stay jet black floating in the flyest Ac

Nigga... bring it!

Yeah



Outro: Raekwon



Much love go to New York City

All my Tommy Hil ice rockin niggaz