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Intro: Ghostface

Hil' rockin ice niggaz
Tommy Hil' ice rockin who fuck...
Mira,
Take a one on one to this y'all (yeah)
Get your clear (yeah)
on, sniff your brains out
All my Al Capone, Al niggaz (yeah)
down with drug smuggling
Cappadonna, Arms

One: Ghostface Killer

Yo, yo
Take out the rap kingpin, the Jesus
I know a few niggaz sniff coke, it seizures
to half-moon Caesars
and all the bitches in the
Hot weather, sex on the
Jury shopping out of the
Deluxe luxury, people saying dem not
Look, me
But about the Wonder Woman bracelet
Two-oh point three diamond cut rubies
Kid I it
My sweet tooth gotta throbbin, ready for robbin
But hit Maria's, for a butter almond
The microphone is stacked mechanic
Move like a bunch of with bandanas
Son, it's on so we can Maximillion
I got the sewn, so we can make a billion
The tropical
Ladies me black fruit punch
Rainbow, flavored niggas niggas for lunch
to the Paris crew in the avenue, and my nigga Jay Love
Who carries switch on the red roof

Verse Cappadonna

Yo, the first branch, the third leaf, whoever want it got
I politic, show love, crush those who creep
my realm of sunshine I praise divine
Fine line dawn of dumb, deaf and blind
He ain't mine, he shook like the on daytime
Crossed grain while we was bubblin moonshine
on the Moet, laid up, Rae-Gambino
Mastermind the plan, Tony Starks,
Develop while head be swellin up all for the nation
Blinded by the ice I release the confrontation
holy fat bads of weed, ravioli
Pasta, Bodyguard the bee songs like Kevin Costner
Infrared all inside bumba rasta
Cappadonna pimped the like the mobster

Interlude:

Yeah,
Eight lame brain ass niggaz
Quarters, nickels, and dimes
Except for nigga
Any ass should be fine
I'm coming strong, reaking niggas backs
Keepin real
If you noticed this crazy ass rusty, ass nigga
Let me tell you four times
Tony Starks, Raekwon the
Cappachino and Arms
Is comin mad strong
From the isles of
For all them ass
ticket-head bitches too
Shump baby

Verse Three: Raekwon the

Yo back in the days, baggin crack, plates
Flippin to them heavy head niggaz hatin Jakes
It be us, all the war's soldiers, in halls gettin over
City niggaz who for blood rockin Rovers
dipped, don't have no money in your pocket
In the streets while these people mark money in Jeep
Crack bums watch back for jumps
Caught before a fake twenty bill
Get em son, we the one
Politickin, purse vickin, sick of Dominicans
Eatin good, had to my way up out of Bennigans
That's life, to top it all off, beef for
pullin out tryin to throw it in my eyesight
Yo what the was on yo mind?