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

[The (Raekwon) - Verse 1]
Money in zip duffle bags, shells
My killas gorillas, niggaz see 'em with gazelles
ass niggaz, go hang wit' Pharrell
Tryin' to be a Cowboy, you catch like Terrell
Owens, call it T.O., he leakin' like a sink
Busted like a hot dog link
Bing, it gave me time to think yeah, I did my prison thing
Came out still on point, like the RZA
I'm from Compton but my live in Queens
Rep the dub like Wu-Tang, and I got Bees (Respect)
Wall Mafia, new millennium Genevieves
Got a dollars say LeBron 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 off (Respect the don) diamonds all in the charm
(Iced out) Where you be? (The strip throwin' ones)
you from? (New York, where you from?) Californ'
(Big sharks) Me too (Swimmin' in a of ones)

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

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

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

- Verse 3]
I'm a New York dinosaur, Island artifact
Hip hop's never dead, the Cuban gave 'em heart
Sleep in the woods, target cats come under the V's
wrong, course I'm clappin'
Keep it movin' homeboy, the macs actin'
Spit in face, go 'head lil' baby rappers
fuck with us convicts, Stat-lands
It's like actions, die right with traction
It's Wall Street money and two
is extra chunky, yeah, me and my Red Monkeys
Silverback sales are few donkeys, all of us live
your head off like lunch meat
Chef in the run the country
Take over the world little girl, better out our brunch meetin'
wit' they paper their gun squeezin'
Off top, leak from the cop, them nigga jumped, 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?

[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, real shit
Westcoast assassin on some real shit
My smokin' like, after a Glock spit
Game get the Blood money, bitches and pop Cris'
Style like it's New Year's, this a new year
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 a dome shot
through your hood in a Chevy Malibu, on stocks
We had a meetin' before we got here, and gon' pop
Heads roll, Patron gon' spill
Fitted caps 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 what 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 real ones man, for the man
All them general niggaz man
All them that's out there man
get no rest or none of that man, for real
The Chef nigga, Game whattup
I love you, ya heard? Superman lover over for you baby
You how we do it, we go all over the fuckin world man
Get a lot of bread man, up, hun'ned 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 seen them man [fades out]