[Verse 1: Inspectah Deck]
I'm your highness, your highest title, numero uno
Putos, they clone [?] like Naruto
Your man super, grand [?] on that Sam Booker
Ma** mover, automatic rap Ruger
Clap back, I bleed for my brother
You know, the [?] stay fed cause they fiend on each other
I got a G for a mother
Simply a son, take the game like three at the buzzer
Harder than the prison wall, hitting y'all all
Up in critical condition it's efficient with my clique involved
Listen y'all, Sir I certified
Anything other than the facts are falsified
They idolize I, one line of wise guys, leave em eyes wide
Inside the gravel pit, spitting cyanide
Thoughts flash, hot enough to warp gla**
When the shark pa**, piranhas park [?]
[Verse 2: Raekwon]
I'm kinda swole, cause everything I want I got made
I never feared, got everything from choppers to blades
They gave me rags and all of them they knew I want haze
When I was spliffing that night, me and the [?] with K's
Some kids across town thought I was amazed
Knew I was fronting, I had the army in range
It's most of us popping pains, selling d** in the rain
Trynna make money, maintain and build me a train
Deal with facts only, no slang, that's only for dames
We will run up in the building tags and n***as with chains
Rocking range, lock and aim, take your sneakers and chain
Leave em snubbed, outta luck, you shoulda bought you your flames
But you didn't, this could happen to a king or a queen
Be on point next time and don't be bringing no lames
Cause if you f** up the next time it might make you famous
Might bump into a gunman who only want brains and sh**
[Verse 3: Method Man]
I'm talented, yes I'm gifted
Never boosted, never shoplifted
I get the cash, see money over tricks and
But keep a snow bunny in the kitchen
The hood still love cause I'm different, see that's the difference
I talk greasy, my hands greasy, that's the chicken
It's that easy, my flow phat cause I'm that greedy
You got to feed me in stacks, what up to Crakk Peedi
State property, racially profiled
State trooper stopping me, I'm low down
Dirty it's a shame, I should slow down
Kick off my shoes, put my coat down
Separate the oil from the coke now
Pennies I got plenty and I still want more
Kinda like a Beamer '35 I still want four
85% still don't know
That is a hundred percent and y'all rappers tryna steal my flow
[Verse 4: Ghostface k**ah]
I got a name from everything from con to Sway
I got my row stitched up by a Colombian name
I got a crack spot, a G5 I never flown
I got a shark, a dog with a solid gold bone
I even copped me a piece of mind up in the Buddhist mountains
I don't sweat money, I got ten accountants
With fly b**hes bu*t naked in Bermuda
And buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose and big Ruger
The fact is, I pose for low in Gazelle gla**es
The booth Ted Dibiase just tripled the carats
And you can tell by the style I choose
I'm creatively superior, I rhyme over the blues
Never lose, never lost, [?] of the frost
I got a whole clan and Tonetana's the boss
I get paid when my record is played
To put it short: I got it made