Intro: Raekwon (plus sample of Tony Montana having an argument)
"I told you a long time ago you f***** little monkey
not to f*** ME."
"Hey hey, who the f*** you think you goin for huh??!"
"Who the f*** you think I am your f***** 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 n****
[Verse One: Ghostface Killah]
Yo, first of all son, peep the arson
Many brothers I be sparkin and bustin mad light inside the dark
Call me dough s*****er, 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 s***
It's manifested, the Gods work like appliances
Dealin in my cypher I revolve around sciences
The 9th chamber, leave you trapped inside my hallway
You try to flee but you got smoked up by the doorway (blaow! blaow! blaow!)
No question, I send your a** 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 n***** off airplanes cause +Cash Rules
Everything Around Me+ black, as you can see
Swallow this murder one verse like God Degree
Then a***yze 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 n***** 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 s*** with a knot
The witty unpredictable live s***, drive by s***
Do or die s***, I'll take your lie and s***
And then you know, I'm runnin through the penal, foul
Four-toothed child was wild
The old lady snitched, but f*** it, you know it, one love kid
No I'm not doin a bid
Too much to get for what cause six n***** got
stuck, and the n**** chain was truck
Yo f*** that, Criminology rap
Speakers stay jet black floatin in the flyest Ac'
n****... bring it! Yeah..
[Outro: Raekwon]
Much love go to New York City
All my Tommy Hil' ice rockin n*****
"I told you a long time ago you f***** little monkey
not to f*** ME."
"Hey hey, who the f*** you think you goin for huh??!"
"Who the f*** you think I am your f***** 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 n****
[Verse One: Ghostface Killah]
Yo, first of all son, peep the arson
Many brothers I be sparkin and bustin mad light inside the dark
Call me dough s*****er, 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 s***
It's manifested, the Gods work like appliances
Dealin in my cypher I revolve around sciences
The 9th chamber, leave you trapped inside my hallway
You try to flee but you got smoked up by the doorway (blaow! blaow! blaow!)
No question, I send your a** 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 n***** off airplanes cause +Cash Rules
Everything Around Me+ black, as you can see
Swallow this murder one verse like God Degree
Then a***yze 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 n***** 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 s*** with a knot
The witty unpredictable live s***, drive by s***
Do or die s***, I'll take your lie and s***
And then you know, I'm runnin through the penal, foul
Four-toothed child was wild
The old lady snitched, but f*** it, you know it, one love kid
No I'm not doin a bid
Too much to get for what cause six n***** got
stuck, and the n**** chain was truck
Yo f*** that, Criminology rap
Speakers stay jet black floatin in the flyest Ac'
n****... bring it! Yeah..
[Outro: Raekwon]
Much love go to New York City
All my Tommy Hil' ice rockin n*****