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

[The Game (Raekwon) - 1]
Money in zip bags, shotgun 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 sink
open like a hot dog link
Bing, it gave me time to think yeah, I did my fuckin' thing
Came out on point, like the RZA rings
I'm from Compton but my live in Queens
Rep the dub like Wu-Tang, and I got Killa (Respect)
Black Wall Mafia, new Genevieves
Got a dollars say LeBron don't win a ring (Word?)
I Kobe, I be on the floor, Kobe!
You know a nigga can score 81? Show me
I got a Link to a fuckin' O.G.
And nigga too close, what the fuck, you tryna blow me? (Back up)
This the off (Respect the don) diamonds all in the charm
(Iced out) Where you be? (The strip club 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 golf clubs
In the

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

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

[Raekwon - 3]
I'm a New dinosaur, Staten Island artifact
Hip never dead, the Cuban gave 'em heart attacks
Sleep in the woods, cats come from under the V's
wrong, course I'm clappin'
Keep it homeboy, the macs always actin'
Spit in your face, go 'head lil' rappers
Can't fuck us convicts, Stat-lands
like 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 comfy
Blow your head off like meat
in the game run the country
Take over the world little girl, better stay out our brunch
Fuck they paper their gun squeezin'
Off top, leak from the cop, them nigga jumped, this is season

[Interlude:
Yo, man yo man
Let these niggaz know man man
We man
wan' be readin our autobiographies 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 down the in Manhattan
(Gorilla warfare) Shootouts, real shit
Westcoast assassin on some 2Pac shit
My smokin' like, after a Glock spit
Game get the Blood money, fuck and pop Cris'
Style like it's New Year's, cause a new year
Look at the tracks, either or The Game been through here
The Benjamins won't stop, and 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 shit pop
Heads gon' roll, Patron spill
Fitted caps gettin' peeled like the chrome on the
Got a half a mill', say your wounds heal
I declare war, nigga who gon'

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