Intro: Ghostface
Tommy rockin ice niggaz Tommy Hil' ice niggaz who fuck... Mira, Take a one on one to this shit (yeah) Get your nostrils (yeah) on, sniff your brains out All my Al Capone, Al Pacino (yeah) Who's down with drug Cappadonna, Arms
Verse One: Killer
Yo, yo Check out the rap kingpin, the Jesus I know a few niggaz sniff coke, it cause to half-moon Caesars And all the bitches in the Hot weather, sex on the Jewelery shopping out of the Deluxe luxury, saying dem lock chains Look, on me But what about the Wonder Woman Two-oh three diamond cut engraved rubies Kid I it My sweet tooth gotta throbbin, ready for robbin But hit Maria's, for a butter almond The microphone is stacked mechanic like a bunch of Mexicans with bandanas Son, on so we can just Maximillion I got the sewn, so we can make a billy on it tropical Ladies me black fruit punch Rainbow, flavored niggas niggas for lunch Peace to the crew in the avenue, and my nigga Jay Love Who carries blades on the range roof
Two: Cappadonna
Yo, the branch, the third leaf, whoever want it got beef I politic, show love, crush who dare creep Into my of sunshine I praise divine Fine line between of dumb, deaf and blind He ain't mine, he shook like the on daytime Crossed over grain while we was moonshine Sippin on the Moet, up, Rae-Gambino Mastermind the plan, Tony Starks, while your head be swellin up all for the nation Blinded by the ice while I the confrontation holy fat bags of weed, ravioli Pasta, the killa bee songs like Kevin Costner Infrared ball your bumba rasta Cappadonna the derby like the mobster
Ghostface
Yeah, Eight spaghetti lame ass niggaz Quarters, nickels, and bitch for overtime nigga Any ass money be fine Cause I'm strong, reaking niggas backs shit real If you haven't noticed this crazy ass rusty, ass Let me tell you this times Tony Starks, the chef and Golden Arms Is comin mad strong the isles of Shaolin For all them 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 soldiers, hangin in halls gettin over niggaz who for blood money rockin Rovers Stay dipped, don't no money in your pocket In the streets while people mark money in their Jeep bums watch your back for jumps Caught before a twenty dollar bill Get em son, we the one Politickin, purse vickin, sick of these good, had to shoot my way up out of Bennigans That's life, to top it all off, for white Pullin out tryin to throw it in my eyesight Yo the fuck was on yo mind?