Intro: Raekwon, Ghostface
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*sniff* *drumbeat* *long sniff*
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Plug, *sniff* word yo
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*snort* word yo, *s-snort* YouknowhatI'msayin?
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*sniff* You know, you know we had the baddest motherfuckin
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*long sniff* unit back in the days, kid!
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No doubt, no doubt, I know that Son, I know that
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You know that, you know what I'm sayin?
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I miss all my niggaz, though, believe me
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And I'll never forget none of them
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Word up, word up
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Stovetop, Roofside, you know what I'm sayin
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I had these motherfuckin, all these wild-ass niggaz man
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You know what I'm sayin, LB?
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Yeah yeah yeah yeah
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Shit is wild overall, youknowhatI'msayin God?
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Yeah yeah yeah yeah
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Word up, youknowhatI'msayin?
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You know how we do, word up
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So you let my shit go on the count of three, though
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YouknowhatI'msayin?
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[Raekwon]
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Fake niggaz throw shit in they drinks
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Club nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and chinks
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While World of Sport niggaz snort coke by the seconds
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Niggaz projects filled with fiends injectin
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Morphine, the God seen more CREAM, and upstate
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Cousin Reek, almost got hit with fourteen
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Chill Pah, the God'll be a Star when you come home
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Light bones and let you rock my 3G stone
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So, see cousin, yo I was workin, cats I'm jerkin
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And uptown these niggaz actin like they hurtin
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Keys twenty-four a brick
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Columbians be on some bullshit, that's why Poppy got hit
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Stay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June
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By the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room
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Skeyed up, weed the fuck up, to top it off
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look beat up, with two crack fiends huggin your seed up
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I took care of that, though, but don't worry bout it
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I got your back though
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Chorus: Raekwon
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Yo why's my niggas always yellin that broke shit
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Let's get money Son, now you wanna smoke shit
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Chill God, yo the Son don't chill Allah
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What's today's mathematic Son? Knowledge God
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[Raekwon]
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Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Gravesmere
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Hit a store owner named Mike Lavonia
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Italiano, slanted-eyed bangin them fat Milano
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Selling coke right out the bottle
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Sometime, a nigga brought nines to test with minds
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Crazy peace, buying keys in Greece
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Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures
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Condo with his chick, rockin a gold Vigor
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Mafia flicks, tyin up tricks was his main hobby
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Teachin his seed, Wu-Tang karate
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Mixin drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks
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Night time rollin with spics
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Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank
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Sixteen shots in his fishtank
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And his pet piranha, he named him marijuana
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Smokin ganja, callin his weed paisandra
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Claimin New York was ancient Babylon
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Where the sky stayed the color of grey, like her-on
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I can't front though, truck loads of indo
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Soon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-hoe
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Chorus 2X
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{*pause*}
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Chorus
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[Raekwon]
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Yeah uh huh, uh huh, Miami niggaz
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Word up, show your love
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Yeah y'all, yeah y'all, yeah
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Word up, London, Europe, Africa
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Word up, the fifty-two states, yeah
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Catch me later, word up, yeah, yeah
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About to make moves and slide like grease
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Moves and slide like grease
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Moves
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Knowledge God
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Raekwon the Chef |