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

Game (Raekwon) - Verse 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 like Terrell
Owens, call it T.O., he leakin' like a sink
Busted open a hot dog link
Bing, it me time to think yeah, I did my fuckin' prison thing
Came out still on point, like the RZA
I'm Compton 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 LeBron win a ring (Word?)
I Kobe, I be on the floor, Kobe!
You know a nigga can score 81? Show me
I got a Link to a fuckin' O.G.
And nigga you're too close, the fuck, you tryna blow me? (Back up)
the face off (Respect the don) diamonds all in the charm
(Iced out) Where you be? (The strip club ones)
you from? (New York, where you from?) Californ'
(Big sharks) Me too (Swimmin' in a of ones)

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

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

Raekwon]
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 your head

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

Raekwon]
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 Compton?) What if I was from Staten?
I'd be King Kong knockin the buildings in Manhattan
(Gorilla warfare) Shootouts, block shit
Westcoast on some real 2Pac shit
My style's smokin' like, after a spit
Game get the money, fuck bitches and pop Cris'
Style like New Year's, cause this a new year
at the tracks, either Bigfoot or The Game been through here
The Benjamins won't stop, and neither would a chrome
I kill a fire-breathin' dragon with a shot
Come through your hood in a Malibu, on stocks
We had a meetin' before we got here, and shit pop
Heads gon' roll, Patron 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?

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