Intro: Raekwon (plus sample of Tony Montana having an argument)
"I told you a long time ago you fuckin little monkey not to FUCK ME." "Hey hey, who the FUCK you think you goin for huh??!" "Who the fuck you think I am your fuckin 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 nigga
Verse One: Ghostface Killer
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 killin shit It's manifested, the Gods work like appliances Dealin in my cypher I revolve around sciences The ninth chamber, nigga trapped inside my hallway You try to flee but you got smoked up by the doorway (blaow! blaow! blaow!) No question, I send your ass 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 niggaz off airplanes cause CASH RULES Everything around me black as you can see Swallow this murder one verse like God degree Then analyze 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 niggaz 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 shit with a knot The witty unpredictable live shit, drive by shit Do or die shit, I'll take your lie and shit And then you know I'm runnin through the penal foul Four-toothed child was wild The old lady snitched, but fuck it, you know it, one love kid No I'm not doin a nid Too much to get for what cause six niggaz got stuck, and the nigga chain was truck Yo fuck that, Criminology rap Speakers stay jet black floating in the flyest Ac Nigga... bring it! Yeah