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Intro: Raekwon,

*drumbeat* *long sniff*
Plug, *sniff* yo
*snort* word yo, YouknowhatI'msayin?
*sniff* You know, you know we had the motherfuckin
*long sniff* unit in the days, kid!
No doubt, no doubt, I know Son, I know that
You know that, you know I'm sayin?
I miss all my niggaz, though, me
And I'll never forget none of
Word up, up
Stovetop, Roofside, you what I'm sayin
I had these motherfuckin, all these wild-ass man
You know I'm sayin, LB?
yeah yeah yeah
Shit is overall, youknowhatI'msayin God?
Yeah yeah yeah
up, youknowhatI'msayin?
You how we do, word up
So you let my shit go on the of three, though

Fake niggaz throw shit in they
Club nights we snatch linx politic, and chinks
While World of Sport niggaz snort coke by the
projects filled with fiends injectin
Morphine, the God seen more CREAM, and
Cousin Reek, almost got hit with
Chill Pah, the God'll be a Star when you come
Light and let you rock my 3G stone
So, see cousin, yo I was workin, I'm jerkin
And uptown niggaz actin like they hurtin
twenty-four a brick
Columbians be on some bullshit, that's why got hit
Stay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in
By the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's
Skeyed up, the fuck up, to top it off
look beat up, with two crack huggin your seed up
I care of that, though, but don't worry bout it
I got your back

Raekwon

Yo why's my niggas always yellin that broke
Let's get money Son, now you smoke shit
God, yo the Son don't chill Allah
What's today's mathematic Knowledge God

Fly cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Gravesmere
Hit a owner named Mike Lavonia
Italiano, slanted-eyed bangin fat Milano
Selling right out the bottle
Sometime, a nigga brought nines to test with
Crazy peace, keys in Greece
Was a rich nigga, the nigga without dope figures
Condo with his chick, a gold Vigor
Mafia flicks, tyin up was his main hobby
his seed, Wu-Tang karate
Mixin drinks in clubs, hairy chest many minks
Night time with spics
live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank
Sixteen shots in his
And his pet piranha, he him marijuana
Smokin ganja, callin his paisandra
Claimin New was ancient Babylon
the sky stayed the color of grey, like her-on
I can't front though, loads of indo
Soon to blow slow, his ass is out now,

2X

Yeah uh huh, uh huh, niggaz
Word up, show love
y'all, yeah y'all, yeah
Word up, London, Europe,
Word up, the states, yeah
me later, word up, yeah, yeah
About to make moves and slide like
and slide like grease