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

[The (Raekwon) - Verse 1]
Money in zip bags, shotgun shells
My killas gorillas, niggaz couldn't see 'em with
ass niggaz, go hang wit' Pharrell
Tryin' to be a Cowboy, you catch bullets Terrell
Owens, call it T.O., he leakin' like a sink
Busted open like a hot dog
Bing, it gave me to think yeah, I did my fuckin' prison thing
out still on point, like the RZA rings
I'm from but my inkpen live in Queens
Rep the dub like Wu-Tang, and I got Bees (Respect)
Black Wall Mafia, new Genevieves
Got a million dollars say 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 Cuban to a fuckin' O.G.
And nigga too close, what the fuck, you tryna blow me? (Back up)
the face off (Respect the don) diamonds all in the charm
(Iced out) you be? (The strip 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 golf clubs nigga
In the

(The Game) - Verse 2]
This the off (Respect the dons, hundred thousand 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, on us nigga, it's like
It's like racin' a in Afghanistan to go get some oil nigga
You gon' around and get your head burnt

[Raekwon - 3]
I'm a New York dinosaur, Island artifact
Hip hop's dead, the Cuban gave 'em heart attacks
Sleep in the woods, target cats come under the V's
Sneeze wrong, course I'm
Keep it movin' homeboy, the macs actin'
Spit in your face, go lil' baby rappers
Can't fuck us convicts, Stat-lands
It's like actions, cliques'll die with traction
Wall Street money and two gunnys
Slammers is chunky, yeah, me and my Red Monkeys
Silverback are few donkeys, all of us live comfy
Blow your head off like meat
Chef in the run the country
Take the world little girl, better stay out our brunch meetin'
Fuck wit' they paper their gun
Off top, leak from the cop, them nigga jumped, is front season

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

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

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 for the real ones man, for the churchmen man
All them real niggaz man
All niggaz that's out there man
Don't get no rest or none of that man, for
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 over the fuckin man
Get a lot of bread man, word up, my nigga
We take you to Boca Chica or man, knahmsayin?
Sip on some motherfuckin, Don Julio or some'n,
With two foul on, y'knahmsayin?
Couple of mean wit us
Half Guatemala, half nigga
ain't seen them colors man [fades out]