[Intro: Raekwon]
All that h**n out there, n***a
I can't tell, n***a, what's up
I can't tell you nothing no more
[Raekwon]
Pull up the Range sport, blow in the back of the trunk
Color sickening, b**hes is blunt
Snitches get plucked and popped, cut and chopped, and yo
We generate hoods and hide this gwop
For all the blocks we invading, we be caking & strip naked
I know you wasn't selling by the building, I feel the hating
Dust blunts with h**n, servin up Steak'ems
Shot him by the building, yo, and spit on his laces
Rich n***az'll rise, more eyes, yo, Busta, what up?
Chilling like we at the 25's out
Night time is vibe, pies get thrown to guys
You f** up this money, bones is fried
I'ma stay fly, getting paper, sit on a ten acre kitchen
Bout the size of the Ritz at Penn Station, yup
Rich n***az we spot you, stay genuine, cousin
Do your numbers, fam, regardless, yo, we got you
[Interlude: Raekwon]
Hahahaha... ahhhh, do it n***a, there, you should f**ing..
f**ed up New York Yankee hats on fronting
n***az know Cuban Linx when they hear it n***a
Huh... I'm the motherf**ing Ali of the game, b**h
[Raekwon]
n***a Chef back, wood back, he in the good Ac'
What's hood, me in your hood, we got the good crack
Don't violate me, I hate, I'm like Star and Buc
In the morning, I'm mourning, wild on the fake, yo
Stay dropping bracelets, cases of Cryst' and Cru'
Don't even move duke, take off your shoes
We hardbody action packed, keep a baboon
The j**els is back, with strappers on, come take it
Shoebox with nothing but hash, alotta old a**
Wallies is off the meat rack, splash
n***a, Diamond down, moving like China Town
Me and forty-five mad real n***az, we light clowns up now