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

[The (Raekwon) - Verse 1]
Money in zip duffle bags, 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 leakin' like a project
Busted open a hot dog link
Bing, it gave me time to think yeah, I did my fuckin' thing
Came out still on point, like the RZA
I'm from but my inkpen live in Queens
Rep the dub like Wu-Tang, and I got Bees (Respect)
Wall Mafia, new millennium Genevieves
Got a dollars say LeBron don't win a ring (Word?)
I Kobe, I be on the floor, Kobe!
You a nigga that can score 81? Show me
I got a Cuban Link to a O.G.
And you're too close, what the fuck, you tryna blow me? (Back up)
the face off (Respect the don) diamonds all in the charm
(Iced out) you be? (The strip club 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 gold clubs nigga
In the

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

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

- Verse 3]
I'm a New York dinosaur, Staten Island
Hip hop's never dead, the 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 your face, go 'head lil' rappers
Can't fuck us convicts, Stat-lands
It's like actions, cliques'll die right with
It's Wall money and two gunnys
Slammers is chunky, yeah, me and my Red Monkeys
Silverback sales are few donkeys, all of us live
Blow your head off like lunch
in the game run the country
Take over the little girl, better stay out our brunch meetin'
Fuck they paper their gun squeezin'
Off top, leak the cop, them nigga jumped, this is front season

Raekwon]
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?) if I was from Staten?
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, after a spit
Game get the money, fuck bitches and pop Cris'
Style like it's New Year's, cause this a new
Look at the tracks, either or The Game been through here
The Benjamins stop, and neither would a chrome Glock
I kill a fire-breathin' dragon with a shot
through 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' peeled the chrome on the wheels
Got a half a mill', say wounds won't heal
I declare war, nigga who gon'

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