[Rae] No tricks, no baby [Nas] Yeah, Rae [Ghf] Check it out It's the science [Ghf] Fly Yeah y'all [Nas] Tony and umm Lex Diamonds Tony Starks, my nigga Nas [Rae] Strength my whole is eatin off this type of shit [Nas] For all the niggaz out there, yaknahmean [Ghf] up [Rae] Good shit, nigga next time, no more whatever [Nas] Fakes be celebratin but be mistaken [Ghf] to the wise [Rae] Keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front [Ghf] All of shit, yo son [Rae] Rock it, RZA Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet [Nas] Tell em it's on [Ghf] Show crabs how to rhyme [Rae] RZA Chef Ghost and Nas is the prophet [Ghf] It's only like percent out of a hundred [Rae] RZA Chef and Nas niggaz is the prophet Do it to em baby
Verse Nas
Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and I unfold the scroll, seeds to stampede the globe When I'm deceased, by the beast arise like yeast to peace leaving savages to roam in the streets Live on the run, police me to give in my gun my Wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my son Smoke a gold I hold heat, nonchalantly I'm grungy, but things I do is real it never me while, style niggaz roll in the pile Rooster heads on a bus to Riker's Isle Holdin weed inside they pussy they minds on the pretty things in life, props is a true thug's It's like a cycle, niggaz home, some'll go in Do a bullet, back, do the same shit again From the womb to the tomb, presume the salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual
Verse Two: Raekwon the
Perhaps bullets bust niggaz mad money True and white guys, we can see it through the eyes Catch the on tape, kilos disintegrate Pyrex pots, we break, fiends lickin In the building niggaz building, little children starin Them niggaz aint carin Sirens fiends are lurkin in your baggage oh, one's now, what, smack him in his cabbage In the woodwork, crack cells like Woolworth's in the projects, richest rockin all the real worth questioning, rooftop cats invested in Tradin in they Lexus' GS's sendin Two and two four, Cristal's crazily pour Gun my crew phantom like swords
Three: Ghostface Killer
With the green leathers, pound snakes and cakes found in lakes, jeolously Jakes we shake What I for is what I live for Infatuated by material things, and it's wild for war like somewhere the rainbow, I see a big pot of gold Future stacks yo I Thousands of bagged up inside the shoebox keep jack in my lap, don't wanna see Tupac Got two spots, a new lot, flooded with making me hot, crooked cops Bad Tony and the ball drop In the Now, I'm bangin niggaz for time Hurry up Duke I'm next, show em And what the is you looking at? By the way blood, hit me off with that Green Bay hat Watch your inside the hall, new niggaz slide through like yo, you're starin in the mess hall Your adrenaline runs, niggas be swindlin New jacks surrenderin, come not rememberin Made with different size kicks on, a white dress shirt Lookin gay in the yard, and you got Flashbacks, of the day room, mop style Your faggot ass got bashed tryin to the dial You your boo you was whylin Once you heard Wu, out of the blue, your from Shaolin class cooks, throw on vestes out of phone books Infirmary are screaming, "I got drugs!" toothbrushes 190 mixed with baby oil and shit Your man's in the kitchen ice picks Well end this with a big red cherry on top Me, Nas and Rae got the best product on the
[Rae] my whole team is eatin off this type of shit [Ghf] Word up, throw your up [Rae] Good shit, nigga next time, no whatever shit [Ghf] Cock back the Mac an say [Rae] Keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front Your Hawaiian's stale, exoticness, fly shit [Rae] RZA Chef and Nas niggaz is the prophet [Ghf] on in nine-five in the basement