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Intro: Killer

Tommy rockin ice niggaz
Tommy Hil' ice rockin who fuck...
Mira,
a one on one to this shit y'all (yeah)
Get your nostrils (yeah)
on, sniff your brains out
All my Al Capone, Al Pacino (yeah)
Who's down drug smuggling
Cappadonna, Golden

One: Ghostface Killer

Yo, yo
Take out the rap kingpin, the black
I know a few niggaz coke, it cause seizures
Peace to Caesars
and all the in the bleachers
Hot weather, sex on the
shopping out of the country
Deluxe luxury, saying dem not change
Look, me
But what the Wonder Woman bracelet
Two-oh point three diamond cut rubies
Kid I it
My sweet tooth nigga throbbin, ready for robbin
But first hit Maria's, for a almond
The bionic microphone is mechanic
Move like a of Mexicans with bandanas
Son, it's on so we can Maximillion
I got the sewn, so we can make a billion
The God's
Ladies call me fruit punch
Rainbow, flavored niggas niggas for lunch
Peace to the crew in the avenue, and my nigga Jay Love
Who carries switch blades on the red

Verse Cappadonna

Yo, the first branch, the leaf, whoever want it got beef
I politic, show love, crush those who creep
my realm of sunshine I praise divine
Fine line between dawn of dumb, and blind
He ain't mine, he shook like the on daytime
Crossed over grain while we was moonshine
Sippin on the Moet, laid up,
the plan, Tony Starks, Cappachino
Develop while your head be up all for the nation
Blinded by the ice while I release the
Donna holy fat of weed, ravioli
Pasta, Bodyguard the killa bee songs like Costner
Infrared all your bumba rasta
Cappadonna pimped the derby the mobster

Interlude:

Yeah,
Eight spaghetti brain ass niggaz
Quarters, nickels, and dimes
Except for nigga
Any ass money be fine
Cause I'm coming strong, reaking niggas
shit real
If you haven't this crazy ass rusty, ass nigga
Let me tell you this times
Tony Starks, Raekwon the
and Golden Arms
Is comin mad strong
the isles of Shaolin
For all faggot ass
ticket-head bitches too
Shump baby

Verse Raekwon the Chef

Yo in the days, baggin crack, scrapin plates
Flippin cakes to heavy head niggaz hatin Jakes
It be us, all the war's soldiers, hangin in gettin over
niggaz who for blood money rockin Rovers
Stay dipped, have no money in your pocket
In the while these people mark money in their Jeep
Crack bums watch your for jumps
Caught before a fake twenty dollar
Get em son, we the one
Politickin, vickin, sick of these Dominicans
Eatin good, had to my way up out of Bennigans
That's life, to top it all off, for white
pullin bleach out tryin to throw it in my
Yo the fuck was on yo mind?