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[Intro:
Sit in the chair, yeah,
Uh-huh,
Sit my alligator jacket on the
Let shit crawl around, what up Game?
How are you my
get this money, you heard?

[The (Raekwon) - Verse 1]
in zip duffle bags, shotgun shells
My killas gorillas, niggaz couldn't see 'em with
Frontin' ass niggaz, go hang wit'
to be a Cowboy, you catch bullets like Terrell
Owens, call it T.O., he leakin' like a project
open like a hot dog link
Bing, it gave me time to think yeah, I did my fuckin' prison
Came out still on point, the RZA rings
I'm from but my inkpen live in Queens
Rep the dub like Wu-Tang, and I got Killa (Respect)
Black Wall Mafia, new Genevieves
Got a million say LeBron don't win a ring (Word?)
I Kobe, I be on the floor, Kobe!
You know a nigga that can score 81? me
I got a Link to a fuckin' O.G.
And you're too close, what the fuck, you tryna blow me? (Back up)
This the off (Respect the don) diamonds all in the charm
(Iced out) Where you be? (The strip throwin' ones)
you from? (New York, where you from?) Californ'
(Big sharks) Me too (Swimmin' in a of ones)

Raekwon]
Yeah nigga, man
Goin to take you to go buy some 18-karat golf clubs nigga
In the

[Raekwon (The Game) - 2]
This the face off (Respect the dons, hundred on the arms)
Son where you be? (Under palm stayin' warm)
(Who you be?) Raekwon, who is (Amaz-on)
keep it (Compton) Staten (Till the day's done)

[Interlude:
Geah, frontin' on us nigga, it's
It's like racin' a in Afghanistan to go get some oil nigga
You fuck around and get your head burnt

- Verse 3]
I'm a New York dinosaur, Staten artifact
Hip hop's dead, the Cuban gave 'em heart attacks
Sleep in the woods, target cats from under the V's
wrong, course I'm clappin'
Keep it homeboy, the macs always actin'
Spit in your face, go lil' baby rappers
fuck with us convicts, Stat-lands
It's actions, cliques'll die right with traction
It's Street money and two gunnys
is extra chunky, yeah, me and my Red Monkeys
Silverback sales are few donkeys, all of us comfy
Blow your head off like lunch
Chef in the run the country
Take over the world girl, better stay out our brunch meetin'
Fuck they paper their gun squeezin'
Off top, leak the cop, them nigga jumped, this is front season

[Interlude:
Yo, man yo man
Let niggaz know man f'real man
We man
They wan' be our autobiographies in a minute, ya heard?

[The Game (Raekwon) - 4]
(Yo what if I was from Compton?) What if I was Staten?
I'd be King Kong knockin down the in Manhattan
(Gorilla warfare) Shootouts, real shit
Westcoast on some real 2Pac shit
My style's smokin' like, a Glock spit
Game get the Blood money, fuck and pop Cris'
Style like New Year's, cause this a new year
Look at the tracks, either Bigfoot or The Game through here
The won't stop, and neither would a chrome Glock
I a fire-breathin' dragon with a dome shot
Come through your hood in a Malibu, on stocks
We had a meetin' we got here, and shit gon' pop
Heads gon' roll, Patron spill
Fitted caps gettin' like the chrome on the wheels
Got a a mill', say your wounds won't heal
I declare war, who gon' deal?

[Outro:
Yeah, y'all know time it is man
"Bulletproof Diary" nigga, for
Many may read man
A lot of niggaz not make it home, you heard?
We speak for the real man, for the churchmen man
All real general niggaz man
All them that's out there man
get no rest or none of that man, for real
The nigga, Game whattup baby?
I love you, ya heard? Superman lover over here for you
You know how we do it, we go all over the fuckin man
Get a lot of bread man, up, hun'ned my nigga
We take you to Boca Chica or some'n man,
Sip on some motherfuckin, Don Julio or some'n,
With two foul rings on,
of mean Guatemalians wit us
Half Guatemala, half Somalian
Niggaz seen them colors man [fades out]