[Intro: Raekwon]
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Yo, blow my nose for me, man
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Word up, man (fuck them)
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[Raekwon:]
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Spit in your mouth, piss on your bitch
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We them wrist getters, everything real bout this, duke
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You fucking with them niggas that's splashed up, slave master's master
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Dumb move, blast your slut
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We want it all, living in Persia, burn something
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Snow White rose, bulldog ershkama
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Yo take that, drive that around the corner
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[Method Man:]
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Yeah, shit on your crew, nigga, it's Wu
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Rap athletes, the trap sheet bigger than you
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If you ask me, the Cash Rule
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Nigga, eat that pussy, you cat food
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I sneeze on the track, get at you
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I'm sick in the head, I'm getting some head
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If she ain't bout getting some bread, don't get in this bed
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Real talk, mami, you gotta bounce
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[Raekwon:]
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Wild like Indians, Al Capone-ians
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Not from Chicago, my gun named Margo
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It's only when we in beef, we humble in deep
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Might kill four-five niggas, die in my sleep
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I argue though, who the best, we hardly know
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I came through in the S, wash me, yo
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Yo, yo, do that for me, go around that car
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[Method Man:]
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Niggas, digging they nose, and digging they ass
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When I got chips, can't none of ya'll dig in my bag
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I pop shit, my killas is black, I got chicks that got chicks
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My real world realer than rap
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I'm hot, bitch, material, Meth, beyond lyrical
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Wake up every morning eat that Captain Crunch cereal
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That's that shit right there
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[Raekwon:]
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Dick game super, grupa fish, Cris' Krug' lottos
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I'm a bring it back, one wish
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Fresh to death, I'm always, always Rae in the hallways
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Yeah, always stay
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Ya'll rappers gon' feel my pain, but the other way around
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When it's going down, I'm gon' rain
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That's my chair, nigga, get the fuck out of it
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[Method Man:]
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Yo, fuck you, pay me, if Dirt Dog could see me now
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He'd probably say "Fuck you, pay me"
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Blowing smoke clouds, shit's crazy
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Doorag your dome, get wavy, rap ain't done shit for me lately
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It's ass backwards, this game trynna play me
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I bet this never happens to Jay-Z
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Get money, fuck them haters, real talk
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[Raekwon:]
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Pay me, play me, weigh he, just the right measurement
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This may happen in a day, G
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I'm a keep it real, for real G's, niggas is lame
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Industry pussies, we can't feel these
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Regardless that I'm paid in flossy, rich in the mind
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I do this for the nine niggas who forced me
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Ya'll niggas is playing me, man
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Meth V.S. Chef Part II
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| Method Man |
