Intro: Raekwon (plus sample of Tony Montana having an argument)
"I told you a long time ago you f**in little monkey
Not to f** me. "
"Hey hey, who the fu*k you think you goin for huh??!"
"Who the f** you think I am your f**in dough-boy?"
"You wanna go to war?.... Wanna go to war, OK?"
Comin up on half a mil, we build
Get real God, taking you on another one Son
Uhh, Julio Igleasias
Makin cream like that n***a
[Verse One: Ghostface k**ah]
Yo, first of all son, peep the arson
Many brothers I be sparkin and bustin mad light inside the dark
Call me dough snatcher, just the brother for the rapture
I handglide, holdin on strong, hard to capture
Extravagant, rza bake the track and it's militant
Then I react, like a convict, and start k**in sh**
It's manifested, the Gods work like appliances
Dealin in my cypher I revolve around sciences
The 9th chamber, leave you trapped inside my hallway
You try to flee but you got smoked up by the doorway (blaow! Blaow! Blaow!)
No question, I send your a** back, right to the essence
Your whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you restin
While I'll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops
Throwin n***as off airplanes cause +Cash Rules
Everything Around Me+ black, as you can see
Swallow this murder one verse like God Degree
Then an*lyze my soundtrack for satisfaction
You adapt like a flashback chain reaction
[Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef]
Just a minute son...
Ak's black bust back like seventy Macs
I'm all that, street n***as knowin my steez black
Ron G, you know he coincide with me see
Marvelous, Menace fo' Society
But anyway, let's toast, champagne thoughts with Ghost
I max the most shotguns through the nose
Phonograph hip-hop put me on top
'Lo wears, and Tommy Hil fly sh** with a knot
The witty unpredictable live sh**, drive by sh**
Do or die sh**, I'll take your lie and sh**
And then you know, I'm runnin through the penal, foul
Four-toothed child was wild
The old lady snitched, but f** it, you know it, one love kid
No I'm not doin a bid
Too much to get for what cause six n***as got
Stuck, and the n***a chain was truck
Yo f** that, Criminology rap
Speakers stay jet black floatin in the flyest Ac'
n***a... Bring it! Yeah..
[Outro: Raekwon]
Much love go to New York City
All my Tommy Hil' ice rockin n***as