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

[The (Raekwon) - Verse 1]
Money in zip duffle bags, shells
My gorillas, niggaz couldn't see 'em with gazelles
Frontin' ass niggaz, go 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 to think yeah, I did my fuckin' prison thing
out still 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 millennium
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 81? Show me
I got a Cuban 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)

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

- Verse 3]
I'm a New York dinosaur, Staten Island
Hip hop's never dead, the Cuban 'em heart attacks
Sleep in the woods, target cats come under the V's
wrong, course I'm clappin'
Keep it homeboy, the macs always actin'
in your face, go 'head lil' baby rappers
Can't fuck us convicts, Stat-lands
It's like actions, cliques'll die with traction
Wall Street money and two gunnys
Slammers is chunky, yeah, me and my Red Monkeys
Silverback are few donkeys, all of us live comfy
Blow your head off like meat
Chef in the run the country
Take over the little girl, better stay out our brunch meetin'
Fuck wit' paper their gun squeezin'
Off top, leak from the cop, them nigga jumped, this is front

Raekwon]
Yo, man yo man
Let these niggaz man f'real man
We man
They wan' be readin our autobiographies in a minute, ya

[The (Raekwon) - Verse 4]
(Yo what if I was from Compton?) if I was from Staten?
I'd be King Kong knockin down the buildings in
(Gorilla warfare) Shootouts, real block
Westcoast assassin on some real 2Pac
My smokin' like, after a Glock spit
Game get the Blood money, fuck and pop Cris'
Style like New Year's, cause this a new year
Look at the tracks, Bigfoot or The Game been through here
The Benjamins stop, and neither would a chrome Glock
I kill a fire-breathin' dragon with a dome
through your hood in a Chevy Malibu, on stocks
We had a meetin' before we got here, and gon' pop
gon' roll, Patron gon' spill
Fitted caps gettin' peeled like the chrome on the
Got a half a mill', say your won't heal
I declare war, who gon' deal?

Raekwon]
Yeah, y'all know what it is man
"Bulletproof Diary" nigga, for
may read this man
A lot of might not make it home, you heard?
We speak for the real man, for the churchmen man
All them real niggaz man
All niggaz that's out there man
Don't get no rest or none of that man, for
The Chef nigga, Game baby?
I love you, ya Superman lover over here for you baby
You know how we do it, we go all the fuckin world man
Get a lot of bread man, word up, hun'ned my
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?
of mean Guatemalians wit us
Half Guatemala, half Somalian
Niggaz ain't seen them colors man out]