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Raekwon the Chef f Nas, Ghostface Killer

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[Rae] No tricks, no tricks baby[Nas] Yeah, aiyyo Rae[Ghf] Check it out y`all[Nas] It`s the science[Ghf] Fly wonderful[Rae] Yeah y`all[Nas] Tony Starks and umm Lex Diamonds[Ghf] Tony Starks, my nigga Nas[Rae] Strength my whole team is eatin off this type of shit[Nas] For all the fake niggaz out there, yaknahmean[Ghf] Word up[Rae] Good shit, nigga next time, no more whatever shit[Nas] Fakes be celebratin but they be mistaken[Ghf] Word to the wise[Rae] Keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front pocket[Ghf] All types of shit, yo son[Rae] Rock it, RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet[Nas] Tell em it`s on right?[Ghf] Show those crabs how to rhyme[Rae] RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet[Ghf] It`s only like five percent out of a hundred[Rae] RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet[Ghf] Do it to em babyVerse One: NasThrough the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and goldI unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globeWhen I`m deceased, by then the beast arise like yeastto conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streetsLive on the run, police paying me to give in my gunTrick my Wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my sonSmoke a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantlyI`m grungy, but things I do is real it never haunts mewhile, funny style niggaz roll in the pileRooster heads profile on a bus to Riker`s IsleHoldin weed inside they pussy with they minds on thepretty things in life, props is a true thug`s wifeIt`s like a cycle, niggaz come home, some`ll go inDo a bullet, come back, do the same shit againFrom the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictableGuns salute life, rapidly, that`s the ritualVerse Two: Raekwon the ChefPerhaps bullets bust niggaz discuss mad moneyTrue lies and white guys, we can see it through the eyesCatch the most on tape, kilos disintegratePyrex pots, we break, fiends lickin platesIn the building niggaz building, like little children starinThem older niggaz aint carinSirens circlin fiends are lurkin in your baggageoh, one`s gone now, what, smack him in his cabbageIn the woodwork, crack cells bubble like Woolworth`sin the projects, richest niggaz rockin all the real worthPolice questioning, rooftop cats invested inTradin in they Lexus` GS`s sendin messagesTwo and two makes four, Cristal`s crazily pourGun wars my crew phantom like swordsVerse Three: Ghostface KillerWith the green leathers, hunded pound snakes and cakesFiends found in lakes, jeolously Jakes we shakeWhat I strive for is what I live forInfatuated by material things, and it`s wild like for warlike somewhere over the rainbow, I see a big pot of goldFuture stacks yo I holdThousands of cracks bagged up inside the shoeboxDon`t keep jack in my lap, don`t wanna see TupacGot two spots, a new lot, flooded with rocksShoot-outs making me hot, crooked cops Bad Tony and the ball dropIn the Now, I`m bangin niggaz for slide timeHurry up Duke I`m next, show em mineAnd what the fuck is you looking at?By the way young blood, hit me off with that Green Bay hatWatch your back inside the hall, new niggaz slide throughlike doors yo, you`re starin in the mess hallYour adrenaline runs, cigarette niggas be swindlinNew jacks surrenderin, come home not rememberinMade bail with different size kicks on, a white dress shirtLookin gay in the yard, and you got hurtFlashbacks, of the day room, mop ringer styleYour faggot ass got bashed tryin to turn the dialYou told your boo you was whylinOnce you heard Wu, out of the blue, your family`s from ShaolinHigh class cooks, throw on vestes out of phone booksInfirmary niggas are screaming, "I got drugs!"Sharpen toothbrushes 190 mixed with baby oil and shitYour man`s in the kitchen stashing ice picksWell I`ma end this with a big red cherry on topMe, Nas and Rae got the best product on the block[Rae] Strength my whole team is eatin off this type of shit[Ghf] Word up, throw your hands up[Rae] Good shit, nigga next time, no more whatever shit[Ghf] Cock back the Mac an say whatever

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