[Verse 1: Raekwon] Reppin' this style, I'm higher than whatever in the 2000 I'm like Isaac in the ?scene age? days, gettin' 1000s Yup, flip 'em in the M, suede Tims on Blew housing up, they knew my n***as is proud ?Kens?, we vanish, sipping Kahluas we on the block frozen Whatever, n***as wanna do us then do us We like Roberta Flack and the Gap Band And Curtis you urge us to stack grand Scarface, we eat our grits with eggs in 'em None of the roach legs in 'em Watching Soul Train everybody dipped in denim With beads on they neck and braids just like Stevie cover You gotta see me brother, brushing my waves and now a few march A few good men that carry cartridges And smoke [?] now we all getting trim They play the deuce loose, Old Gold juice BVDs on, Adidas no laces, drinking pineapple fruits But uh... When people get shot down for not minding theirs So many young adolescents with no careers You got 10-11 year olds drinking beers So many go home n***a hit up the Frigidaire, what [Verse 2: Meyhem Lauren] Rap apostle, run through p**y like a brothel My sh**'s too raw, burn the flesh up in your nostril New York City gospel, young black and hostile n***as making sales all day because they got to Foul in the city I'm from we going downhill n***as catch beef, co*k back spray a round, chill Police giving permanent pink slips to perps Young b**hes got older n***as lifting up they skirts That's a lack of guidance mixed with a dash of defiance Adolescents get locked frail, come home like giants We should go to law school instead of being lawyer clients Respect the code of silence, big up my n***a Science Outdoorsmen and Lowlifes got an alliance f** I wanna work I'd rather hand out a**ignments To uncivil civilians that post outside of buildings On a quest for million by stacking hundred dollar Williams