Yo What up D? You that from Tower Records? What's that, let me see bag Get the fuck off, get the off it Come here man, the fuck I...(banging) Like that nigga, give me man You dead on this tape nigga you dead on that Fuck here (gun cock)
Raekwon: Niggas think I can't sell million? niggas is mad Ya'll not know the work I put in on this For real, that's for real for (ha ha) Represent, it up all day nigga, Immobilarity know my work, this category is raw
Aiyo slash position mike physician Blow lines like in the kitchen God should vega, straight up stomp fake out What, he biting everything, biting his We like champions Caught me in the outlet in it out Throwin thousand out mammal get high Float off in a Benz boat lampable Rear like a deer Cuban Linx movin in the chair, he got a ear No question all brolic guerillas up large throw a hand up Throw a up Let's multiply Con-nect both sides, big shit low rides, bump once Yo gonna throw ya'll niggas free lunch Hit the L twice, need it Track be yelling like a a swelling on a sore Or rap Magellion on your jaw I'm a freak, on the weekends, ten a week Flows spray it like unique, bitch you weak Contact Reek, we up Leek Yo he famous like Ali feet, yo Rap Davis with a pistol And dis you You a student, fuckin wit a
Chorus(x2) Rollin like ten at a Begin, love around a thin line Go against this, send Lace you chase you Let a rounds race you Now you went from brolic to a
Yo, ayo glass tree Yo, Fiendin like fuck in a house and cut, chain cream out Blow out Rare guccis in ears bears Skied up, all my deustch years for broadway Hundred and all day Got my chick rollin her Parle' century max like jail penitentiary Nikki Barnes gon' me What, fruit flavored 2000 the hype piece Send half my love out to peeps Wu-Tang emblem, success, make a tremble Nine of us stand, resemble out tax reports Look live up in shorts got love and support Yo, jacket, yellow Leather hat, mack it real New York of mind, crime Othello Wild zoo of bitches, burrow Staten Yo we actin, Wud up we do that thing captain Still camaflouge Mad Out yo we cap shit, picture that mashin
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Yo,aiyo more reason For a season, wud up jaw season Baltimore hall Take money, remember that gottori? son Dripped out in all bummy Gain you out Portrait of my mad shit Now we with things, the gray shit Luke in Barook big, fat bitches with Luke Lex you need boots that Flights over Ironing my hat out, and Connecting diplomat cats Harlem connect, Iceberg varsity check Rimmin ice drool off my dick Abe Lincoln suites, lay eventually Pinch me, I bought head from Monica that hoodlum Strong arm that the white nigga frontin, knew he wouldn't Flexible impact professional We staked out all side vegetables Prosperity rhymes, and Asians Let's blaze with the shine
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Raekwon: Yea up, that's right ha ha Ya'll be my shit, yea all the real niggas stand up, hey yo let me speak, let me Yo this a new year here It's the 2 with the 3 zeros, me? It's get technical for real Let's play the game It's jus a game of baseball Ha me? Hey yo Santanna, yo Bring that suitcase in kid Let's count that, where it came it came from? Rollin like ten at a time...