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

[The (Raekwon) - Verse 1]
Money in zip duffle bags, shells
My gorillas, niggaz couldn't see 'em with gazelles
Frontin' ass niggaz, go hang wit'
Tryin' to be a Cowboy, you bullets like Terrell
Owens, call it T.O., he leakin' like a sink
Busted like a hot dog link
Bing, it gave me time to yeah, I did my fuckin' prison thing
out still on point, like the RZA rings
I'm Compton but my inkpen live in Queens
Rep the dub like Wu-Tang, and I got Killa (Respect)
Wall Mafia, new millennium Genevieves
Got a million dollars say LeBron don't win a (Word?)
I Kobe, I be on the floor, Kobe!
You know a nigga that can score 81? me
I got a Cuban Link to a 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 throwin' 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 golf clubs nigga
In the

[Raekwon (The Game) - 2]
the face 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)
I'ma keep it (Compton) (Till the day's done)

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

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

Raekwon]
Yo, man yo man
Let these niggaz know man man
We man
They be readin our autobiographies in a minute, ya heard?

Game (Raekwon) - Verse 4]
(Yo what if I was from Compton?) What if I was from
I'd be King Kong knockin the buildings in Manhattan
(Gorilla warfare) Shootouts, real block
Westcoast assassin on some real shit
My style's smokin' like, 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 Bigfoot or The Game through here
The won't stop, and neither would a chrome Glock
I kill a fire-breathin' dragon with a shot
Come through hood in a Chevy Malibu, on stocks
We had a meetin' before we got here, and gon' pop
Heads gon' roll, Patron gon'
Fitted caps peeled 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
Many may read man
A lot of niggaz might not make it home, you
We speak for the real man, for the churchmen man
All them real niggaz man
All them that's out there man
Don't get no or none of that man, for real
The nigga, Game whattup baby?
I love you, ya heard? Superman lover over for you baby
You know how we do it, we go all over the fuckin man
Get a lot of man, word up, hun'ned my nigga
We take you to Boca or some'n man, knahmsayin?
Sip on some motherfuckin, Don or some'n, y'knahmsayin?
With two foul rings on,
Couple of mean wit us
Half Guatemala, half Somalian
Niggaz seen them colors man [fades out]