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

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

[Interlude:
nigga, tomorrow man
Goin to take you to go buy some 18-karat gold golf clubs
In the

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

Raekwon]
Geah, frontin' on us nigga, it's
It's like racin' a in Afghanistan to go get some oil nigga
You gon' fuck around and get your burnt

[Raekwon - 3]
I'm a New dinosaur, Staten Island artifact
Hip hop's never dead, the Cuban gave 'em heart
Sleep in the woods, target cats from under the V's
Sneeze wrong, I'm clappin'
it movin' homeboy, the macs always actin'
Spit in your face, go lil' baby rappers
Can't with us convicts, Stat-lands
It's like actions, cliques'll die right with
It's Street money and two gunnys
is extra chunky, yeah, me and my Red Monkeys
Silverback sales are few donkeys, all of us live
Blow your head off like lunch
in the game run the country
Take the world little girl, better stay out our brunch meetin'
Fuck wit' they paper gun squeezin'
Off top, from the cop, them nigga jumped, this is front season

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

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

Raekwon]
Yeah, y'all what time it is man
"Bulletproof Diary" nigga, for
may read this 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 niggaz that's out man
get no rest or none of that man, for real
The Chef nigga, whattup baby?
I love you, ya heard? Superman lover over here for you
You know how we do it, we go all the fuckin world man
Get a lot of bread man, up, hun'ned my nigga
We take you to Boca Chica or man, knahmsayin?
Sip on some motherfuckin, Don or some'n, y'knahmsayin?
With two rings on, y'knahmsayin?
of mean Guatemalians wit us
Half Guatemala, half Somalian
Niggaz seen them colors man [fades out]