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

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

[Raekwon (The Game) - 2]
the face off (Respect the dons, hundred 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)

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

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

[Interlude:
Yo, man yo man
Let these niggaz know man man
We man
They wan' be readin our autobiographies in a minute, ya

Game (Raekwon) - Verse 4]
(Yo what if I was from Compton?) if I was from Staten?
I'd be King knockin down the buildings in Manhattan
(Gorilla warfare) Shootouts, real shit
assassin on some real 2Pac shit
My style's like, after a Glock spit
Game get the Blood money, fuck bitches and pop
Style like 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 would a chrome Glock
I kill a fire-breathin' dragon with a dome
Come your hood in a Chevy Malibu, on stocks
We had a meetin' we got here, and shit gon' pop
Heads roll, Patron gon' spill
Fitted caps gettin' like the chrome on the wheels
Got a half a mill', say wounds won't heal
I war, nigga who gon' deal?

[Outro:
Yeah, y'all know what it is man
"Bulletproof Diary" nigga, for
Many may this man
A lot of niggaz might not make it home, you
We for the real ones man, for the churchmen man
All them general niggaz man
All niggaz that's out there man
Don't get no rest or of that man, for real
The Chef nigga, whattup baby?
I love you, ya heard? Superman lover here for you baby
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 Chica or some'n man, knahmsayin?
Sip on some motherfuckin, Don Julio or some'n,
With two foul on, y'knahmsayin?
Couple of Guatemalians wit us
Half Guatemala, Somalian nigga
ain't seen them colors man [fades out]