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[Intro:
Sit in the chair, yeah,
Uh-huh,
Sit my jacket on the flo'
Let that shit crawl around, what up
How are you my
Let's get this money, you

[The (Raekwon) - Verse 1]
Money in zip bags, shotgun shells
My killas gorillas, niggaz couldn't see 'em gazelles
Frontin' ass niggaz, go hang wit'
Tryin' to be a Cowboy, you catch bullets like
Owens, call it T.O., he like a project sink
Busted open like a hot dog
Bing, it gave me time to yeah, I did my fuckin' prison thing
out still on point, like the RZA rings
I'm Compton but my inkpen live in Queens
Rep the dub Wu-Tang, and I got Killa Bees (Respect)
Black Mafia, new millennium Genevieves
Got a dollars say LeBron don't win a ring (Word?)
I Kobe, I be on the floor, Kobe!
You a nigga that can score 81? Show me
I got a Link to a fuckin' O.G.
And nigga too close, what the fuck, you tryna blow me? (Back up)
This the face off (Respect the don) diamonds all in the
(Iced out) Where you be? (The club throwin' ones)
Where you from? (New York, you from?) Californ'
(Big sharks) Me too (Swimmin' in a of ones)

Raekwon]
Yeah nigga, man
to take you to go buy some 18-karat gold golf clubs nigga
In the

(The Game) - Verse 2]
This the face off (Respect the dons, hundred on the arms)
Son where you be? (Under trees stayin' warm)
(Who you be?) Raekwon, who is (Amaz-on)
keep it (Compton) Staten (Till the day's done)

[Interlude:
Geah, on us nigga, it's like
It's like a nigga in Afghanistan to go get some oil nigga
You gon' around and get your head burnt

- Verse 3]
I'm a New York dinosaur, Island artifact
Hip hop's never dead, the Cuban gave 'em heart
Sleep in the woods, target cats from under the V's
wrong, course I'm clappin'
Keep it movin' homeboy, the macs actin'
Spit in your face, go 'head lil' rappers
Can't fuck with us convicts,
It's like actions, cliques'll die right traction
It's Street money and two gunnys
is extra chunky, yeah, me and my Red Monkeys
Silverback sales are few donkeys, all of us live
Blow your head off like lunch
in the game run the country
Take over the little girl, better stay out our brunch meetin'
Fuck wit' they paper gun squeezin'
Off top, leak the cop, them nigga jumped, this is front season

[Interlude:
Yo, man yo man
Let niggaz know man f'real man
We man
They wan' be readin our in a minute, ya heard?

[The (Raekwon) - Verse 4]
(Yo what if I was from Compton?) if I was from Staten?
I'd be King Kong knockin the buildings in Manhattan
(Gorilla warfare) Shootouts, real block
Westcoast assassin on real 2Pac shit
My style's smokin' like, after a spit
Game get the money, fuck bitches and pop Cris'
like it's New Year's, cause this a new year
Look at the tracks, either Bigfoot or The Game through here
The won't stop, and neither would a chrome Glock
I kill a dragon with a dome shot
Come through your hood in a Malibu, on stocks
We had a meetin' before we got here, and shit pop
Heads roll, Patron gon' spill
Fitted caps gettin' peeled the chrome on the wheels
Got a half a mill', say wounds won't heal
I declare war, nigga who deal?

[Outro:
Yeah, know what time it is man
"Bulletproof Diary" nigga, for
Many may this man
A lot of niggaz might not it home, you heard?
We for the real ones man, for the churchmen man
All them real niggaz man
All niggaz that's out there man
Don't get no or none of that man, for real
The Chef nigga, Game whattup
I love you, ya heard? Superman lover here for you baby
You know how we do it, we go all the fuckin world man
Get a lot of bread man, word up, my nigga
We take you to Boca Chica or some'n man,
Sip on motherfuckin, Don Julio or some'n, y'knahmsayin?
With two foul on, y'knahmsayin?
Couple of mean wit us
Half Guatemala, half nigga
Niggaz ain't seen them colors man [fades