Raekwon - Four Horsemen lyrics

[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