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Intro: RZA and Ghostface, Raekwon () and []

Word. Man fuck that
Fuck that crab, ass, bitch the live niggaz youknowhatI'msayin?]
[You know how to shoot joints] (Put down the gun son)
[Elmira, Island, coming from Brownsville] (Put down the gun son)
Niggaz tried to front on my sister (Put down the gun)
we represent youknowhatI'msayin?]
[YouknowhatI'msayin? Big Tony Rhome, to my man Tony Rhome]
They tried to, tried to on this (Put down the gun son)
[RZA respect We keep it real]
Yeah, check it out (put down the, put down the gun son)
your guns down, throw your hands up]
It's on like that y'all up, Iron Man comes back
[Represent, you niggaz gotta shoot
Yo it

Verse RZA

Put your heaters, throw up your dick beaters
Accurate blows to his nose his eyes closed to a centimeter
Bitches on the fences what the fuck the suspense is
I land heavy uppercuts in the corner of the fences
Knocked his mouthpiece teeth got locked inside my knuckle
He grabbed the belt buckle, to catch me with a couple
of low blows to the nuts, on was as a giant du-els
Send your for this fuckin jew On a Wire
He couldn't chessbox that's he reached for his ahhs
Brother me on the top of my knot, but he got stopped
When a twelve ounce bottle of and James had him startled
A bitch threw it caught him in his head, at full
He fell, the glass crashed, he wasn't saved by the
was his ass black
So it comes to physical combat
We can take it hand to or go beyond that
Do you my gat to make the contact?
Retirin cats who lack the heart to back?
[We all crabs overboard]

Raekwon

Put the gun son, son matter of fact, shoot the one on one
Hold it down, sure the head, sure nuff don't hit the ground
on the handball courts, or the square, we can take it there
Settle it son, who the

[It's like that, niggaz to front, one more time?
I'ma you like this. One on each side
This is it word up. We lay you back
We gonna rest back, you won't know how to act
When it to bigger, showin and provin
Niggaz styles is wack] Who the Settle it son.

Two: Ghostface Killer

Yo!
I had to run up on this King at Devine, for his
He saw the stash and my mailbox for eighty dimes
He saw me stashin, a pipe-link for mega fiends
I held it down the finger fly miraculous King
through the heavy small get the camoflouge
Starks master in charge, pushin through ery buildin, egg nog
Niggaz know my status God body big batters
Fiends know me for my bags, besides smackin crabs
and earnin mine, bitch Sha cat, gotta get his back bent
What the hell just made him fuck with my
Back to and I heard some noise we pack a two twelve
There go Shamel, faggot made a sale
He's my shit, I should slap fire out his ass
Snap his bones in half and watch the stock crash
I walked up on him, he had the nerve to say God
Ain't nuttin God, you stole it now we out in the streets
Take your off, nigga you soft, back up off
Youse a nigga, I'm a sever fig you with a gloss
I him, threw a crazy left and I cuffed him
Allah like ugly so I held back from bustin him
I passed the burn off, he me from the blind side
Tapped a nigga jaw, I my fifty-two style, and crazy raw
I had my ice on, a few times, he started leakin
De with the deadarm, Shamel fell to his knees and
He started wheezin, losin his breath from smokin and
I'm still breathin, bleedin because frontin season
Now I got project belt, international/national
Worldwide, I let slide