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[Intro:
Sit in the chair, yeah,
Uh-huh,
Sit my jacket on the flo'
Let shit crawl 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, couldn't see 'em with gazelles
ass niggaz, go hang wit' Pharrell
Tryin' to be a Cowboy, you catch bullets Terrell
Owens, it T.O., he leakin' like a project sink
Busted open 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 from Compton but my live in Queens
Rep the dub Wu-Tang, and I got Killa Bees (Respect)
Black Mafia, new millennium Genevieves
Got a dollars say LeBron don't win a ring (Word?)
I Kobe, I be on the floor, Kobe!
You know a that can score 81? Show me
I got a Link to a fuckin' O.G.
And you're too close, what the fuck, you tryna blow me? (Back up)
This the face off (Respect the don) diamonds all in the
(Iced out) Where you be? (The 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 gold golf nigga
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)
keep it (Compton) Staten (Till the day's done)

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

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

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

[The Game (Raekwon) - 4]
(Yo what if I was from Compton?) What if I was from
I'd be King Kong down the buildings in Manhattan
(Gorilla warfare) Shootouts, real block
Westcoast assassin on real 2Pac shit
My style's smokin' like, after a spit
Game get the Blood money, fuck and pop Cris'
Style like it's New Year's, 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 your hood in a Chevy Malibu, on stocks
We had a meetin' before we got here, and shit pop
Heads gon' roll, Patron spill
Fitted caps gettin' peeled like the on the wheels
Got a half a mill', say your wounds won't
I declare war, who gon' deal?

[Outro:
Yeah, y'all what time it is man
"Bulletproof Diary" nigga, for
Many may read man
A lot of might not make it home, you heard?
We speak for the real man, for the churchmen man
All them real general man
All them niggaz out there man
Don't get no rest or of that man, for real
The Chef nigga, whattup baby?
I love you, ya heard? 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, my nigga
We take you to Boca Chica or some'n man,
Sip on some motherfuckin, Don or some'n, y'knahmsayin?
two foul rings on, y'knahmsayin?
Couple of Guatemalians wit us
Half Guatemala, Somalian nigga
Niggaz ain't seen them man [fades out]