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

[The (Raekwon) - Verse 1]
in zip duffle bags, shotgun shells
My killas gorillas, couldn't see 'em with gazelles
Frontin' ass niggaz, go hang Pharrell
Tryin' to be a Cowboy, you bullets like Terrell
Owens, call it T.O., he leakin' like a sink
Busted open like a hot dog
Bing, it me time to think yeah, I did my fuckin' prison thing
Came out still on point, the RZA rings
I'm from Compton but my live in Queens
Rep the dub like Wu-Tang, and I got Killa (Respect)
Black Mafia, new millennium Genevieves
Got a million dollars say LeBron 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 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) all in the charm
(Iced out) Where you be? (The 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 gold golf clubs nigga
In the

(The Game) - Verse 2]
This the face off (Respect the dons, 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 fuck around and get your head burnt

[Raekwon - 3]
I'm a New York dinosaur, Staten artifact
Hip hop's never dead, the Cuban 'em heart attacks
Sleep in the woods, target cats come under the V's
Sneeze wrong, I'm clappin'
Keep it movin' homeboy, the always actin'
Spit in your face, go 'head lil' rappers
Can't fuck with us convicts,
It's actions, cliques'll die right with traction
It's Street money and two gunnys
is extra chunky, yeah, me and my Red Monkeys
Silverback sales are few donkeys, all of us live
Blow head off like lunch meat
Chef in the run the country
over the world little girl, better stay out our brunch meetin'
Fuck wit' they their 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 our autobiographies in a minute, ya heard?

[The (Raekwon) - Verse 4]
(Yo what if I was from Compton?) if I was from Staten?
I'd be King Kong knockin down the in Manhattan
(Gorilla warfare) Shootouts, block shit
Westcoast assassin on real 2Pac shit
My smokin' like, after a Glock spit
Game get the Blood money, bitches and pop Cris'
Style like it's New Year's, cause a new year
at the tracks, either Bigfoot or The Game been through here
The Benjamins won't stop, and would a chrome Glock
I kill a dragon with a dome shot
Come through your hood in a Malibu, on stocks
We had a meetin' before we got here, and shit pop
Heads gon' roll, gon' spill
Fitted gettin' peeled like the chrome on the wheels
Got a half a mill', say your won't heal
I declare war, nigga who gon'

[Outro:
Yeah, y'all know 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 ones man, for the churchmen man
All them real general man
All them that's out there man
Don't get no rest or none of man, for real
The Chef nigga, whattup baby?
I love you, ya heard? Superman lover over here for you
You how we do it, we go all over the fuckin world man
Get a lot of bread man, word up, my nigga
We you to Boca Chica or some'n man, knahmsayin?
Sip on motherfuckin, Don Julio or some'n, y'knahmsayin?
With two foul rings on,
Couple of Guatemalians wit us
Half Guatemala, Somalian nigga
Niggaz ain't seen them colors man out]