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Intro: Ghostface

Tommy Hil' ice niggaz
Tommy Hil' ice niggaz who fuck...
Mira,
Take a one on one to this shit (yeah)
Get your nostrils (yeah)
Come on, your brains out
All my Al Capone, Al niggaz (yeah)
Who's down with drug
Cappadonna, Arms

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
Jury shopping out of the
Deluxe luxury, people dem not change
Look, me
But what about the Wonder bracelet
Two-oh point three diamond cut engraved
Kid I it
My sweet tooth nigga throbbin, ready for robbin
But hit Maria's, for a butter almond
The bionic is stacked mechanic
Move like a bunch of Mexicans with
Son, it's on so we can Maximillion
I got the spot sewn, so we can make a
The tropical
Ladies call me fruit punch
Rainbow, flavored murder niggas for lunch
to the Paris crew in the avenue, and my nigga Jay Love
Who carries switch on the red roof

Verse Two:

Yo, the first branch, the third leaf, whoever it got beef
I politic, show love, crush those who creep
Into my realm of I praise divine
Fine line between dawn of dumb, and blind
He ain't mine, he shook the faggots on daytime
over grain while we was bubblin moonshine
Sippin on the Moet, up, Rae-Gambino
Mastermind the plan, Starks, Cappachino
Develop your 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 killa bee songs Kevin Costner
Infrared all inside your rasta
Cappadonna pimped the like the mobster

Interlude:

Yeah,
Eight spaghetti lame brain ass
Quarters, nickels, and bitch
Except for nigga
Any ass should be fine
I'm coming strong, reaking niggas backs
Keepin real
If you haven't noticed crazy ass rusty, ass nigga
Let me tell you this four
Tony Starks, Raekwon the
and Golden Arms
Is comin through mad
From the isles of
For all faggot ass
Rusty bitches too
Shump baby

Three: Raekwon the Chef

Yo back in the days, crack, scrapin plates
cakes to them heavy head niggaz hatin Jakes
It be us, all the war's soldiers, in halls gettin over
City niggaz who for blood money rockin
Stay dipped, have no money in your pocket
In the streets while these people mark money in their
Crack watch your back for jumps
Caught a fake twenty dollar 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
bleach out tryin to throw it in my eyesight
Yo what the was on yo mind?