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

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

(The Game) - Verse 2]
This the face off (Respect the dons, hundred on the arms)
Son you be? (Under palm trees stayin' warm)
(Who you be?) Raekwon, who is (Amaz-on)
I'ma it (Compton) Staten (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' 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
in the woods, target cats come from under the V's
Sneeze wrong, I'm clappin'
Keep it movin' homeboy, the always actin'
Spit in your face, go 'head baby rappers
Can't fuck with us convicts,
It's like actions, cliques'll die right traction
Wall Street money and two gunnys
Slammers is chunky, yeah, me and my Red Monkeys
sales are few donkeys, all of us live comfy
Blow your head off like lunch
in the game run the country
Take over the world little girl, better out our brunch meetin'
Fuck wit' they paper gun squeezin'
Off top, leak from the cop, nigga jumped, this is front season

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

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

Raekwon]
Yeah, y'all know time it is man
"Bulletproof Diary" nigga, for
Many may this man
A lot of might not make 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
get no rest or none of that man, for real
The Chef nigga, whattup baby?
I love you, ya heard? Superman 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 motherfuckin, Don Julio or some'n, y'knahmsayin?
two foul rings on, y'knahmsayin?
Couple of mean wit us
Half Guatemala, half nigga
Niggaz ain't seen colors man [fades out]