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Intro: Killer

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

One: Ghostface Killer

Yo, yo
Take out the rap kingpin, the black
I a few niggaz sniff coke, it cause seizures
Peace to half-moon
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 about the Wonder Woman bracelet
point three diamond cut engraved rubies
Kid I it
My tooth gotta nigga throbbin, ready for robbin
But hit Maria's, for a butter almond
The microphone is stacked mechanic
Move like a of Mexicans with bandanas
Son, it's on so we can just
I got the sewn, so we can make a billion
The God's
Ladies call me black fruit
Rainbow, niggas murder niggas for lunch
Peace to the Paris crew in the avenue, and my nigga Jay
Who switch blades on the red roof

Verse Two:

Yo, the first branch, the third leaf, want it got beef
I politic, love, crush those who dare creep
my realm of sunshine I praise divine
Fine line between dawn of dumb, and blind
He mine, he shook like the faggots on daytime
Crossed over grain while we was moonshine
on the Moet, laid up, Rae-Gambino
Mastermind the plan, Tony Starks,
Develop while your head be up all for the nation
Blinded by the ice while I the confrontation
Donna fat bads of weed, ravioli
Pasta, Bodyguard the killa bee songs Kevin Costner
all inside your bumba rasta
Cappadonna pimped the like the mobster

Interlude:

Yeah,
spaghetti lame brain ass niggaz
Quarters, nickels, and bitch
for overtime nigga
Any ass should be fine
Cause I'm coming strong, reaking backs
Keepin shit
If you haven't noticed this crazy ass rusty, ass
Let me tell you four times
Starks, Raekwon the chef
Cappachino and Arms
Is through mad strong
From the of Shaolin
For all faggot ass
Rusty bitches too
Shump shump

Verse Three: the Chef

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