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Intro: Ghostface

Tommy rockin ice niggaz
Tommy ice rockin niggaz who fuck...
Mira,
Take a one on one to this shit (yeah)
Get your clear (yeah)
Come on, 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 black
I know a few niggaz sniff coke, it seizures
Peace to half-moon
and all the bitches in the
Hot weather, sex on the
Jury shopping out of the
luxury, people saying dem not change
Look, me
But about the Wonder Woman bracelet
Two-oh point diamond cut engraved rubies
Kid I it
My sweet tooth gotta nigga throbbin, for robbin
But hit Maria's, for a butter almond
The bionic microphone is mechanic
Move like a bunch of Mexicans bandanas
Son, it's on so we can just
I got the spot sewn, so we can a billion
The tropical
Ladies me black fruit punch
Rainbow, niggas murder niggas for lunch
Peace to the crew in the avenue, and my nigga Jay Love
Who switch blades on the red roof

Verse Two:

Yo, the first branch, the leaf, whoever want it got beef
I politic, show love, those who dare creep
Into my realm of sunshine I praise
line between dawn of dumb, deaf and blind
He ain't mine, he shook like the faggots on
over grain while we was bubblin moonshine
Sippin on the Moet, up, Rae-Gambino
Mastermind the plan, Tony Starks,
Develop while your be swellin up all for the nation
Blinded by the ice while I release the
Donna holy fat bads of weed,
Pasta, the killa bee songs like Kevin Costner
Infrared all inside bumba rasta
Cappadonna pimped the derby the mobster

Ghostface

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

Verse Raekwon the Chef

Yo in the days, baggin crack, scrapin plates
Flippin cakes to them heavy head hatin Jakes
It be us, all the war's soldiers, in halls gettin over
City who for blood money rockin Rovers
Stay dipped, don't have no in your pocket
In the streets while these mark money in their Jeep
Crack bums watch 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, for white
pullin bleach out tryin to throw it in my
Yo the fuck was on yo mind?