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[Intro: Raekwon]Sit in the chair, yeah, yeahUh-huh, yeahSit my alligator jacket on the flo'Let that shit crawl around, whattup Game?How are you my nigga?Let's get this money, you heard?( )[The Game (Raekwon)]Money in zip duffle bags, shotgun shellsMy killas gorillas, niggaz couldn't see 'em with gazellesFrontin ass niggaz, go hang with PharrellTryin to be a (Cowboy), you catch bullets like TerrellOwens, call it T.O., he leakin like a project sinkBusted open like a hot dog linkBing, it gave me time to think yeah, I did my fuckin prison thingCame out still on point, like the RZA ringsI'm from Compton but my inkpen live in QueensRep the dub like Wu-Tang, and I got (Killa Bees) (respect)Black Wall Mafia, new millennium GenevievesGot a million dollars say LeBron don't win a ring (word?)I know Kobe, I be on the floor, "Kobe!"You know a nigga that can score 81? Show meI got a (Cuban Link) to a fuckin O.G.And nigga you're too close, what the fuck, tryna blow me? (back up)This the face off (respect the don) diamonds all in the charm(Iced out) Where you be? (The strip club throwin ones)Where you from? (New York, where you from?) Californ'(Big sharks) Me too (swimmin in a pile of ones)[Interlude: Raekwon]Yeah nigga, tomorrow manGoin to take you to go buy some 18-karat gold golf clubs niggaIn the Bronx[Raekwon (The Game)]This the face off (respect the dons, hundred thousand on the arms)Son where you be? (Under palm trees stayin warm)(Who you be?) Raekwon, who is you? (Amaz-on)I'ma keep it (Compton) Staten ('til the day is done)[Interlude: Raekwon]Geah, frontin on us nigga, it's likeIt's like racin a nigga in Afghanistan to go get some oil niggaYou gon' fuck around and get your head burnt[Raekwon]I'm a New York dinosaur, Staten Island artifactHip-Hop's never dead, the (Cuban) gave 'em heart attacksSleep in the woods, target cats come from under the V'sSneeze wrong, course I'm clappinKeep it movin homeboy, the mac's always actinSpit in your face, go 'head lil' baby rappersCan't fuck with us convicts, Stat-landIt's like actions, cliques'll die right with tractionIt's Wall Street money and two gunny'sSlammers is extra chunky, yeah, me and my red monkeysSilverback sales are few donkeys, all of us live comfyBlow your head off like lunch meatChef in the game run the countryTake over the world little girl, better stay out our brunch meetinFuck with they paper their gun squeezinOff top, leak from the cop, them nigga jumped, this is front season[Interlude: Raekwon]Yo, man yo Game manLet these niggaz know man f'real manWe official manThey wan' be readin our autobiographies in a minute, ya heard?[The Game (Raekwon)](Yo what if I was from Compton?) What if I was from Staten?I'd be King Kong knockin down the buildings in Manhattan(Gorilla warfare) Shootouts, real block shitWest coast assassin on some real 2Pac shitMy style's smokin like, after a glock spitGame get the blood money, fuck bitches and pop Cris'Style like it's New Year's, cause this a new yearLook at the tracks, either Bigfoot or The Game been through hereThe Benjamins won't stop, and neither would a chrome glockI kill a fire-breathin dragon with a dome shotCome through your hood in a Chevy Malibu, on stocksWe had a meetin before we got here, and shit gon' popHeads gon' roll, Patron gon' spillFitted caps gettin peeled like the chrome on the wheelsGot a half a mil', sing your wounds won't healI declare war, nigga who gon' deal?[Outro: Raekwon]Yeah, y'all know what time it is man"Bulletproof Diary" nigga, for realMany may read this manA lot of niggaz might not make it home, you heard?We speak for the real ones man, for the churchmen manAll them real general niggaz manAll them niggaz that's out there manDon't get no rest or none of that man, for realThe Chef nigga, Game whattup baby?I love you, ya heard? Superman lover over here for you babyYou know how we do it, we go all over the fuckin world manGet a lot of bread man, word up, hun'ned my niggaWe take you to Boca Chica or some'n man, knahmsayin?Sip on some motherfuckin, Don Julio or some'n, y'knahmsayin?With two foul rings on, y'knahmsayin?Couple of mean Guatemalians wit usHalf Guatemala, half Somalian niggaNiggaz ain't seen them colors man [fades out]

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