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Intro: Killer

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

One: Ghostface Killer

Yo, yo
Take out the rap kingpin, the Jesus
I know a few niggaz sniff coke, it cause
Peace to Caesars
and all the in the bleachers
Hot weather, sex on the
Jury out of the country
Deluxe luxury, people saying dem not
Look, me
But what about the Wonder Woman
point three diamond cut engraved 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 a bunch of Mexicans with bandanas
Son, on so we can just Maximillion
I got the spot sewn, so we can a billion
The God's
Ladies call me black fruit
Rainbow, flavored niggas murder for lunch
Peace to the Paris crew in the avenue, and my nigga Jay
Who carries switch blades on the red

Verse Cappadonna

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

Interlude:

Yeah,
Eight spaghetti lame brain ass
Quarters, nickels, and bitch
Except for overtime
Any ass should be fine
Cause I'm coming strong, reaking niggas
Keepin real
If you haven't noticed this ass rusty, ass nigga
Let me tell you this times
Starks, Raekwon the chef
Cappachino and Arms
Is through mad strong
the isles of Shaolin
For all them ass
Rusty bitches too
Shump baby

Three: Raekwon the Chef

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