[Intro: Raekwon]
25 to life, aiyo Scram Jones, I'm hearing about you kid
What up, let's pop these n***as heads the f** off, man
It's on still, f** that, let's do it!
[Raekwon]
Let the lead jet, mad chunks of ice on his headset
Pull out them cannons, and let my n***a bed check
Always at war, with good liquor, say something hood rich
b**h, I'm guarded by them good ninjas
Fresh out them caves of Europe, more slave bengals
Flooded like the stone mizurics
So when you see us, n***a wouldn't knee us
The world's most powerful rap duos, run through like zebra's
Big v's pull up, melt ya skull, grab your who*e
We're in your ear, yellin' 'war' when we pull up
Eight eight k**as, sorta like the bullocks
The wolf child, lift n***as faster than sit-ups
So many stick-money gettas, payin' fly Hitlers
This is all made from the pictures
Automatic exchanges, bad boom k**as and rangers
Violate me, you'll die in the rain, b**h
[Hook: samples scratched up]
"You got guns, got guns too"
"Watch me -- sh** ain't a game, recognize the G"
"You got guns, got guns too"
"Off seasons, I keeps it gully"
"You got guns, got guns too"
"Cowards in the face, the bullets is burning, actual factual"
"You got guns, got guns too"
"It's going down like that"
[Tragedy Khadafi]
When I write, floods occuring, arks get built
Prophets kneel the crosses, and presidents k**ed
Churches, synagogues, even mosses filled
Popes and bishops bow down, on one knee they kneel
Streets is talking, e pills shipped in a coffin
Egyptian j**elry, made the dead rise of the tombs
Aborted babies, re-appeared back in the womb
Used to f** with all types of thugs, all types of d**
Strapped up, macked up, with all types of slugs
Militant Che Guerrera, three quarter chinchilla
Ask around about the God, homey say I'm the realest
2-5, we gon' ride til the government k** us
Banana clip in the mack, where n***as act gorilla
The truth is, I'm on some more new and improved sh**
Spitting the revolution, allow me to introduce it
I'm legendary, sk**s in the art of war vary
I feel I'm needed, like the Knicks need Marbury
When I squeeze have the d's go down like the Ferry
Holding my hand, talk to the dead, in cemetaries
That's word to the pain and the blood stain of a dope fiend vein
Leave our mark on the planet, you know we came
Slugs flying, we riding, I ain't doing no bids
Fight a lion with a pocket knife, to feed my kids...
[Hook]