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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

Game (Raekwon) - Verse 1]
Money in zip bags, shotgun shells
My gorillas, niggaz couldn't see 'em with gazelles
Frontin' ass niggaz, go wit' Pharrell
Tryin' to be a Cowboy, you bullets like Terrell
Owens, call it T.O., he like a project sink
Busted open a hot dog link
Bing, it gave me time to think yeah, I did my fuckin' prison
out still on point, like the RZA rings
I'm from Compton but my inkpen live in
Rep the dub like Wu-Tang, and I got Bees (Respect)
Black Wall Mafia, new Genevieves
Got a million dollars say 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 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) all in the charm
(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)

[Interlude:
Yeah nigga, man
Goin to take you to go buy some 18-karat gold clubs nigga
In the

[Raekwon (The Game) - 2]
This the face off (Respect the dons, hundred on the arms)
Son you be? (Under palm 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 a nigga in Afghanistan to go get some oil nigga
You gon' around and get your head burnt

[Raekwon - 3]
I'm a New York dinosaur, Staten artifact
Hip never dead, the Cuban gave 'em heart attacks
Sleep in the woods, target cats come from the V's
wrong, course I'm clappin'
Keep it movin' homeboy, the always 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 Street money and two gunnys
is extra chunky, yeah, me and my Red Monkeys
Silverback sales are few donkeys, all of us live
Blow your head off like meat
Chef in the run the country
Take over the world little girl, better out our brunch meetin'
Fuck wit' they paper their gun
Off top, from the cop, them 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?

Game (Raekwon) - Verse 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, block shit
Westcoast on some real 2Pac shit
My style's smokin' like, after a spit
Game get the Blood money, bitches and pop Cris'
Style like it's New Year's, cause a new year
Look at the tracks, either Bigfoot or The Game been through
The Benjamins won't stop, and neither would a chrome
I kill a fire-breathin' dragon with a dome
Come through your in a Chevy Malibu, on stocks
We had a meetin' before we got here, and gon' pop
Heads roll, Patron gon' spill
caps gettin' peeled like the chrome on the wheels
Got a half a mill', say your wounds won't
I declare war, who gon' deal?

Raekwon]
Yeah, y'all know time it is man
"Bulletproof Diary" nigga, for
Many may this man
A lot of niggaz might not make it home, you
We speak for the real ones man, for the man
All real general niggaz man
All them niggaz that's out man
Don't get no rest or none of man, for real
The Chef nigga, whattup baby?
I love you, ya heard? lover over here 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
Half Guatemala, Somalian nigga
Niggaz ain't them colors man [fades out]