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[Intro:
Sit in the chair, yeah,
Uh-huh,
Sit my jacket on the flo'
Let that crawl 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
Frontin' ass niggaz, go wit' Pharrell
Tryin' to be a Cowboy, you bullets like Terrell
Owens, call it T.O., he leakin' like a sink
Busted open a hot dog link
Bing, it me time to think yeah, I did my fuckin' prison thing
out still on point, like the RZA rings
I'm from Compton but my inkpen in Queens
Rep the dub like Wu-Tang, and I got Killa (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 a nigga that can score 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 club throwin' 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)
I'ma keep it (Compton) Staten (Till the done)

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

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

Raekwon]
Yo, man yo man
Let these niggaz man f'real man
We man
They be readin 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 Kong knockin down the buildings in Manhattan
(Gorilla warfare) Shootouts, real block
Westcoast assassin on some 2Pac shit
My style's smokin' like, after a Glock
Game get the Blood money, fuck bitches and pop
like it's New Year's, cause this a new year
Look at the tracks, either 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 hood in a Malibu, on stocks
We had a meetin' before we got here, and gon' pop
Heads gon' roll, Patron gon'
Fitted caps gettin' peeled the chrome on the wheels
Got a half a mill', say your wounds won't
I declare war, nigga who deal?

[Outro:
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 for the real ones man, for the churchmen man
All them real niggaz man
All niggaz that's out there man
get no rest or none of that man, for real
The nigga, Game whattup baby?
I love you, ya heard? Superman lover over here for you
You know how we do it, we go all the fuckin world man
Get a lot of bread man, up, hun'ned my nigga
We take you to Boca 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, half Somalian
ain't seen them colors man [fades out]