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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 Game (Raekwon) - 1]
Money in zip bags, shotgun shells
My killas gorillas, niggaz couldn't see 'em with
Frontin' ass niggaz, go wit' Pharrell
Tryin' to be a Cowboy, you catch like Terrell
Owens, it T.O., he leakin' like a project sink
Busted like a hot dog link
Bing, it gave me to think 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 Bees (Respect)
Black Wall Mafia, new Genevieves
Got a million dollars say LeBron 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 nigga you're too close, what the fuck, you blow me? (Back up)
This the face off (Respect the don) diamonds all in the
(Iced out) you be? (The strip club throwin' ones)
Where you from? (New York, you from?) Californ'
(Big sharks) Me too (Swimmin' in a of ones)

Raekwon]
Yeah nigga, man
Goin to take you to go buy 18-karat gold golf clubs nigga
In the

(The Game) - Verse 2]
This the 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)
I'ma keep it (Compton) Staten (Till the done)

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

[Raekwon - 3]
I'm a New York dinosaur, Staten artifact
Hip hop's never dead, the Cuban 'em heart attacks
in the woods, target cats come from under the V's
Sneeze wrong, course I'm
Keep it movin' homeboy, the macs actin'
Spit in your face, go lil' baby rappers
Can't fuck with us convicts,
It's like actions, die right with traction
It's Wall money and two gunnys
Slammers is extra chunky, yeah, me and my Red
Silverback are few donkeys, all of us live comfy
Blow head off like lunch meat
in the game run the country
Take over the world little girl, better out our brunch meetin'
Fuck wit' they paper their gun
Off top, leak from the cop, them nigga jumped, this is season

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

[The Game (Raekwon) - 4]
(Yo what if I was Compton?) What if I was from Staten?
I'd be King Kong knockin down the in Manhattan
(Gorilla warfare) Shootouts, block shit
Westcoast assassin on some real 2Pac
My style's smokin' like, after a spit
get the Blood money, fuck bitches and pop Cris'
Style like it's New Year's, cause this a new
Look at the tracks, either Bigfoot or The Game been through
The Benjamins won't stop, and neither would a chrome
I a fire-breathin' dragon 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 roll, Patron gon' spill
Fitted caps gettin' like the chrome on the wheels
Got a half a mill', say wounds won't heal
I declare war, nigga who deal?

[Outro:
Yeah, y'all know time it is man
"Bulletproof Diary" nigga, for
may read this man
A lot of niggaz not make it home, you heard?
We speak for the ones man, for the churchmen man
All them general niggaz man
All them that's out there man
Don't get no rest or of that man, for real
The Chef nigga, Game whattup
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 bread man, word up, hun'ned my
We take you to Boca Chica or man, knahmsayin?
Sip on motherfuckin, Don Julio or some'n, y'knahmsayin?
With two foul on, y'knahmsayin?
Couple of mean wit us
Half Guatemala, half nigga
Niggaz seen them colors man [fades out]