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

Game (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 Terrell
Owens, call it T.O., he leakin' a project sink
open like a hot dog link
Bing, it gave me time to think yeah, I did my prison thing
out still on point, like the RZA rings
I'm from Compton but my inkpen in Queens
Rep the dub Wu-Tang, and I got Killa Bees (Respect)
Black Wall Mafia, new millennium
Got a million say LeBron don't win a ring (Word?)
I Kobe, I be on the floor, Kobe!
You know a that can score 81? Show me
I got a Cuban Link to a O.G.
And nigga you're too close, what the fuck, you blow me? (Back up)
This the face off (Respect the don) 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
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 trees warm)
(Who you be?) Raekwon, who is (Amaz-on)
I'ma it (Compton) Staten (Till the day's done)

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

[Raekwon - 3]
I'm a New York dinosaur, Staten artifact
Hip hop's never dead, the Cuban 'em heart attacks
in the woods, target cats come from under the V's
Sneeze wrong, I'm clappin'
Keep it movin' homeboy, the macs actin'
Spit in face, go 'head lil' baby 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 extra chunky, yeah, me and my Red
sales are few donkeys, all of us live comfy
Blow your head off lunch meat
Chef in the game run the
Take over the world little girl, stay out our brunch meetin'
Fuck wit' paper their gun squeezin'
Off top, from the cop, them nigga jumped, this is front season

Raekwon]
Yo, man yo man
Let these niggaz know man man
We man
wan' be readin 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 Kong knockin down the buildings in Manhattan
(Gorilla warfare) Shootouts, block shit
Westcoast assassin on some real 2Pac
My style's smokin' like, after a Glock
get the Blood money, fuck 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 would a chrome Glock
I a fire-breathin' dragon with a dome shot
Come through hood in a Chevy Malibu, on stocks
We had a before we got here, and shit gon' pop
Heads gon' roll, Patron gon'
Fitted caps gettin' peeled like the chrome on the
Got a half a mill', say your wounds won't
I war, nigga who gon' deal?

Raekwon]
Yeah, y'all know time it is man
"Bulletproof Diary" nigga, for
Many may this man
A lot of niggaz not make it home, you heard?
We speak for the ones man, for the churchmen man
All real general niggaz man
All them niggaz out there man
Don't get no or none of that man, for real
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 world man
Get a lot of bread man, word up, my nigga
We take you to Boca Chica or some'n man,
Sip on motherfuckin, Don Julio or some'n, y'knahmsayin?
With two foul rings on,
Couple of mean wit us
Half Guatemala, half nigga
Niggaz seen them colors man [fades out]