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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
get this money, you heard?

[The (Raekwon) - Verse 1]
Money in zip duffle bags, shells
My gorillas, niggaz couldn't see 'em with gazelles
ass niggaz, go hang wit' Pharrell
Tryin' to be a Cowboy, you catch bullets like
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' prison
Came out on point, like the RZA rings
I'm from Compton but my live in Queens
Rep the dub Wu-Tang, and I got Killa Bees (Respect)
Black Mafia, new millennium Genevieves
Got a million dollars say don't win a ring (Word?)
I Kobe, I be on the floor, Kobe!
You know a nigga that can score 81? 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) diamonds all in the
(Iced out) Where you be? (The club throwin' ones)
Where you from? (New York, you from?) Californ'
(Big sharks) Me too (Swimmin' in a of ones)

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

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

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

- Verse 3]
I'm a New York dinosaur, Staten Island
Hip hop's dead, the Cuban gave 'em heart attacks
Sleep in the woods, target cats come under the V's
Sneeze wrong, course I'm
it movin' homeboy, the macs always actin'
Spit in your face, go 'head lil' rappers
Can't fuck with us convicts,
It's like actions, cliques'll die with traction
It's Wall Street 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 meat
Chef in the game run the
Take over the world little girl, better stay out our brunch
wit' they paper their gun squeezin'
Off top, leak the cop, them nigga jumped, this is front season

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

[The Game (Raekwon) - 4]
(Yo if I was from Compton?) What if I was from Staten?
I'd be King Kong down the buildings in Manhattan
(Gorilla warfare) Shootouts, real block
assassin on some real 2Pac shit
My style's smokin' like, after a Glock
Game get the Blood money, bitches and pop Cris'
Style like it's New Year's, cause this a new
Look at the tracks, Bigfoot or The Game been through here
The won't stop, and neither would a chrome Glock
I kill a fire-breathin' dragon with a shot
Come through your in a Chevy Malibu, on stocks
We had a meetin' before we got here, and gon' pop
Heads gon' roll, Patron 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 gon'

[Outro:
Yeah, y'all what time it is man
"Bulletproof Diary" nigga, for
may read this man
A lot of niggaz might not it home, you heard?
We speak for the ones man, for the churchmen man
All them real general man
All them niggaz that's out man
Don't get no rest or none of that man, for
The Chef nigga, Game baby?
I you, ya heard? Superman 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 Chica or some'n man, knahmsayin?
Sip on motherfuckin, Don Julio or some'n, y'knahmsayin?
With two foul rings on,
of mean Guatemalians wit us
Half Guatemala, Somalian nigga
Niggaz ain't seen colors man [fades out]