Intro: Ghostface
Tommy rockin ice niggaz Tommy Hil' ice niggaz who fuck... Mira, Take a one on one to shit y'all (yeah) Get your clear (yeah) Come on, your brains out All my Al Capone, Al niggaz (yeah) Who's down drug smuggling Cappadonna, Golden
One: Ghostface Killer
Yo, yo Check out the rap kingpin, the Jesus I know a few niggaz sniff coke, it seizures Peace to Caesars And all the bitches in the Hot weather, sex on the shopping out of the country Deluxe luxury, people saying dem chains Look, on me But about the Wonder Woman bracelet Two-oh point three diamond cut engraved Kid I it My sweet tooth gotta throbbin, ready for robbin But first hit Maria's, for a almond The bionic is stacked mechanic Move like a bunch of Mexicans bandanas Son, it's on so we can just I got the spot sewn, so we can make a on it tropical Ladies call me black fruit Rainbow, flavored niggas niggas for lunch Peace to the Paris in the avenue, and my nigga Jay Love Who carries switch blades on the range
Verse Cappadonna
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 Fine line dawn of dumb, deaf and blind He ain't mine, he shook like the faggots on Crossed grain while we was bubblin moonshine Sippin on the Moet, up, Rae-Gambino Mastermind the plan, Tony Starks, Develop while head be swellin up all for the nation by the ice while I release the confrontation Dali fat bags of weed, ravioli Pasta, Bodyguard the killa bee like Kevin Costner Infrared ball inside your rasta Cappadonna the derby like the mobster
Ghostface
Yeah, Eight spaghetti lame ass niggaz Quarters, nickels, and bitch Except for overtime Any ass money 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 isles of For all faggot ass Rusty ticket-head too shump baby
Verse Raekwon the Chef
Yo back in the days, baggin crack, scrapin Flippin cakes to them heavy head niggaz hatin It be us, all the war's soldiers, hangin in 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 back for jumps Caught a fake twenty dollar bill Get em son, we the one Politickin, purse vickin, sick of these 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 what the was on yo mind?