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Intro: Raekwon,

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

Fake niggaz throw shit in drinks
Club nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and
World of Sport niggaz snort coke by the seconds
Niggaz filled with fiends injectin
Morphine, the God seen CREAM, and upstate
Reek, almost got hit with fourteen
Chill Pah, the be a Star when you come home
Light and let you rock my 3G stone
So, see cousin, yo I was workin, I'm jerkin
And uptown these actin like they hurtin
Keys twenty-four a
Columbians be on some bullshit, that's why got hit
Stay tuned, up, I hope to see you in June
By the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in cat's room
Skeyed up, the fuck up, to top it off
look beat up, with two crack fiends 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 that broke shit
Let's get Son, now you wanna smoke shit
Chill God, yo the Son don't chill
What's today's mathematic Son? God

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

2X

Yeah uh huh, uh huh, niggaz
Word up, show your
Yeah y'all, y'all, yeah
Word up, London, Europe,
Word up, the fifty-two states,
Catch me later, up, yeah, yeah
About to make moves and slide like
and slide like grease