sounds of the street Wu Tang St. Ide's commercial is in the background*

(this is a best guess based on what's heard underneath Rae's conversation)

[Ghostface] Who's the Wallabe kid dress down could never be Son

Ricochet daily hit the deli for a cold one

May I be blessed yes? My mic is like a laser beam

that blow between the bushes St. Ide's and I the king of things

[Cappadon] Crack the bottle of the St. Ide's, sippin it's real

and thrillin will I, drink it and we only

too be dope, you can't die, them peoples do lie

And if the street don't know, you're full of slang cane pain

[RZA] It was hot, on the spot, so I jetted up the block

I said, ock, I'm hot, let's go sit on the bay by the docks

of the black, I'm fully packed, always got my Trojan

Heads got bottles open, fill my cup till flowin



*conversation*

All that good shit

Yeah

KnowhatI'msayin, you come in, you come in lookin flavorful

Word

YouknowhatImean? You the whole shit of the whole night

But I've seen it though, knowhatI'msayin? Like I seen it

You know, my G is too futuristic for that shit, knowhatI'msayin?

Word, did you try to get a little swerve kid on?

Tried to man, youknowhatI'msayin, but she was come pullin off

Word

Word?

Just come pullin off her as her drawers

Worrrd

Fuck that bitch though, knowhatI'msayin? Shoulda, on the real

Yo yo tonight feel like a nigga gonna get burnt

Yeah yeah

It's like you hear something tomorrow right

Some like yo, blahzay blahe

It's the wind, I'm tellin you

Yeah yeah word

It's the air, I can feel it

It feel hot, it feel feel hot at night and shit like

the sun ain't even out

Yo the sun don't shine nobody, knowhatI'msayin?



Lyrics: Raekwon



Yeah

One-two, one-two, nigga

Line for line, line for line

How we get down wit da rhyme

Yo, it be a line for line, line for line

This is how we get down

Yeah, line for line, line for line

This is how we get down



Yo! Can you feel me?

Storytellin rap Magellan I ain't tellin

Them niggaz ran in the spot for sellin

Word up, pushed up, man got mushed up

Seen him at a rap show actin like fat cat though

Glasses gold, shinin like a real big boy

This nigga had mega ice on Chips Ahoy!

Cat surrounded, this political brown kid

All out the wind yo, my man walked in

Pullin mints out son had mad clientele

Order me Cristal twice Kion, chill!

Watch them niggaz, aiyyo that clique's from outta state

They bubble weight in Far Rockaway with Blake Carrington

You know the kid with the most doe-getters

And terrors on fat shit clique they rock Lo sweaters

That's my man, that's my man too

Call him up on the strength of the Wu

And watch me game, yo grab the cell

I got a heist to pull off well

At the end of the week, I'm buyin you a L

Lexus nigga, I ain't talkin bout Hancock

No time for weed plus no time to get locked

That night, up in the staircase

Cousin had me laced out, skeed all outta my face

We gon' get dat cruchy chump for all of his lump

Don't try to front, you was sweatin this Hilfidiger

Guess who walked in - Abbott and his man from Farragut

Confront him wit the Ruger on his back, walk in black

Where's your man, where's the sky blue Land at?

Stop playin Wu in the back, smacked him wit the gat

(Yo, money said he be here in fifteen!)

Stop lyin, wait for the Millenia green to pull up

He got the Donna Karen shit on, two rings

Six carats a piece plus the chain swing

Like anchors on ships flooded wit all diamond chips

Back pockets: two clips - four-fifths wit rubber grips

Layin, two bottles of brass I was slayin

Meditatin, red dot be waitin for my payment

Heard the key in the lock, cocked the glock

Turn the lights out, dip behind the couch

Kion, gag his mouth

Infra-redded his head when he entered

But a soft Perry Ellis leather with Dorinda

A friend of, Kion's wife, Kenya, the bitch larger than life

Yo, shorty be fuckin mad Columbian niggaz

Fuck it, get on the floor meet the black Lex Luthor

Stripped fast, the bitch had on Claiborne drawers

Yo Rae, you about to scrape her, chill Ghost

Thought for a second, turned around

Threw the nine in his meatloaf

Yo, where's the cash and the stash that's mixed?

I don't know!

Shot his hand, he started screamin like a bitch