['The k**er' sample]
Then who will beat him?
I don't know, you know I can't reveal that sort of thing to you
Well I haven't got my money yet
[Intro: Raekwon]
Head splash, caught him... (eight million stories or something)
Eight million stories, n***a
Word up, from the hard streets of Norfolk
Motherf**er to New York, all over the world, n***a
We win, all day everyday, n***a (Son is missing right now, man)
Ya b**h-a** n***a, watch what happens (Get on it man, for real)
Check the sh**, yo, aiyo, aiyo...
(Raekwon)
They found his head splashed, caught him by the side of the building
He had a mask on, four-five why did you k** him?
It was supposed to happen, clicked the sh** back
Yo, this is the deal, you get on the floor and lay in the gra**
Had me handcuffed, take two puffs of the kush
I see you out here, your name's real, can't let you get touched
He had a team, Japanese fiend, all of them greened down
Chiba lit, blood on his Adidas was thick
One second homey, walked over, weapon was boney
Long nose joint, "Hold him", grabbed the n***a head, broke his Roley
Where the blow shorty? Shorty start smiling, "Y'all n***as is puss"
Yo, Lex, these n***as, ain't vets, they gush
Chunk of meat flew off his cheek bone, broke a seat
Had a hole in his 'Lo shirt and took all his weed
Untied him, he fell, legs weak and son wouldn't tell
Now it gets deep, son start falling asleep
They woke him back up, smacked him with the Mac, "Where ya s*ut?"
I heard you copped a new Beamer and them gla**es is rough
They was the Furla joints, eighteen karats, bought 'em right in Brazil
He had the steel on 'im, n***as went savage, they had him spread out
T position, opened his jeans up
Shot him in the leg bone, he rose up like Kung Tut
Still riffing, this why for real my n***as'll still get it
All of us yelling, he ill wit it
Mouth bloody, muddy Gucci joints on, them sh**s was nine hundred
Couldn't wait to k** him, his sons wanted it
Champion hoody was gone, they broke his neck in like five places
Pushed him down the rail and it skipped his face
[Outro: Raekwon]
Yo, chill, n***a, chill
Police, police, the bullhorn... {*sirens wailing*}
(Aiyo, son, n***as better start flushing the f**ing toilet, man)
They just f**ing k**ed this n***a, my n***a
(Better stop leaving ya dirty f**ing Fila hoodies around, man)
Hit this n***a in the back of his f**ing head
You, man? (Yo, man, the n***a whole f**ing head desintegrated, n***a)
(There's a hundred police outside) Listen, B, aiyo..
They running through the building, man
(Y'all n***as gotta shut the f** up, man)
(Then you wonder why n***as be getting busted?
Man, y'all n***as is yelling, man
We in the back cooking, B, come on, man
What the f**? Langston, go to the store
I'm stilling waiting for the baking soda)