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Intro:[Raekwon]One for you, one for meTwo for you, one-two for meThree for you...[Ghostface]What? I`ll smack fuck out yaSmack 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 motherfuckerVerse One: Raekwon the ChefLay on the crime scene, sippin fine winesPullin nines on, UFO`s, takin they fly clothesThey eyes closed, we gettin lootNo doubt, check the word of mouth, unheard aboutGuns go off and now a murder boutI`m outMy raps play the part like a Get Smart secret agentin a maze and, styles blazin, Johnny Blaze and Tony Starks in a daze andrhymin, my nigga Lou Diamond will wrap it upWe like Meth to go and fuck with NoodlesHavin them poodles on the lockdown buyin meAmarett-ahs, and chewables, stackin pharmecueticalRap niggaz on dust and woolsYo, I told you, some kill rob and foldThe gold`s untold, fuck it it beats paroleSo stroll marvelous, soul controllerof the whole globe, god damn I got it sewnAnd yo, whattup pop, pop the suitcase highAnd we can talk, you can walk out the fuckin buildingAnd get caught, save the fully inflatableRap relatable, drug relatableNiggaz here to play with youA hundred dollar Rottweiler goes to spot sellersGuns and glocks go to niggaz who got propson top, jail niggaz get mad biggerAnd yo, mail a guy about a hundred picturesWord to momma, this rap wonderama team got dramaComma, plus smoke realize marijuanaChef may resign to boat across the FarasanaImmaculate plus all my guns so accurateThey get CREAM and the cuisine in QueensI told you, money stated with the night beams, and two ringsCrazy fat, gettin ready to do this shit[Ghostface] Sniff mad shit man, what the fuck*car peels and crashes*Verse Two: Ghostface KillerWho`s the Knucklehead, wantin respect?Chop his fingers in the drug game, money well knownLead singer, humdinger, flash is the aftermathHere`s his photographRun up in his lab, take off the mask Chaz and think fastDon`t laugh, bag the cash, grab the hash, don`t forget his stashGrab the tear gas, and place it in his face fastThe full blast...Then skate to the next stateFurther upstate, I heard they got crazy weightBagged up by the gates, in crates like disco breaksYo look out for Jakes, give it all it takesLet`s burn the place before we motivateYo Blake, niggaz don`t fink, rape his mateif the bitch scream, for God`s sake, grab the grey tapeIt`s by the plate, with the blow crushed up with the flakesKiller snakes, four bodies found floatin in lakesDrug related, paper talkin bout the kids who didn`t make itHits without a trace, never seen the Big C Rae and GhostfaceCongratulations Chef, let`s celebrate and sip an eighthVerse Three: U-GodThe rap scar is on rap chromePut it on seal it on, we`re siliconeSpark it on your TalkathonThis rap phenomenon, to word is bond to the armsHit me on the hip and horns, rap chaperoneScars tone, bar clones, war tones, raw tonesBlowin out the door, bones butYour rap`s fraudulent, float in these rap quarter inchesReinforced with suspense, be on your rap sword defenseThese microphone professional, sensationalFully operational, I got NIGGAZ here to play with youYou know the steez you know my whole programBrothers from the No-Lands, all we want is the G`sguns and grams, livin fat like the HoffaMafia, sippin eatin pastasLayin in the house tellin the seeds about the sagasBefore we got Germanic and thoughts got sporadicWe grabbed golden tablets and quick guarded the AbbotsSlugs hit the belly put tones into the tellySucker tried to knock me out the box like skellyI smoke the weed dreams I drop top two degreesHoneydips spendin G`s on nails and hair weaveThe crime boss, takin no loss, excessive forceWe can play the A-Train, back of the iron horseYo man, knahmsayin? Fuck it man*car squeels and crashes twice*

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