(feat. Ghostface Killer)
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[Intro: Raekwon, Ghost]
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So that's it kid, youknowhatI'msayin? Right here, lights out
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Yo yo hold up let me talk to this cat
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Yo kid, whattup Starks, whattup?
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Ay ay, whassup? Whassup baby?
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Ay yo yo yo kid, ay yo yo
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I just seen this kid over there over there, right over there
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while you're, while you're filmin that shit
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I know he ain't down with your team
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Who?
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Don't know, some sk-skinny lookin, big-head nigga, youknowhatI'msayin?
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That nigga ain't fuckin with heads though
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YO SON, I just seen five fiends around a nigga Son
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Fuck, we gotta, we gotta go
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C'mon fuckit, let's go over there, I'ma show this nigga right
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Hold up wait up wait up, jiggy comin
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Three deep niggaz
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Fuck
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Think niggaz don't know what the fuck's goin on
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Come on, come on, right over here
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Right on
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There they go, right there
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That's them right there kid
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That cat?
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Word up
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Aiyyo kid?
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You're right behind him
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What the fuck is you doin man huh? Huh?
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(The fuck you talkin to?)
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Talkin to you man!
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Talkin to you what?
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(You ain't talkin to me)
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What the fuck you talkin about?
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Yo, open your hand man, what the fuck is that in your hand man?
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(What? Huh?)
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[fight ensues]
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[smack] What the fuck, the fuck I say?
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Aiyyo c'mere! C'mere!
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Motherfu...
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C'mere
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Yeah it's my shit, my shit
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Get up
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Yo grab that nigga, grab him
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[gun fires]
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Yo shit! [gun fires] Move Son! Move! [gun fires repeatedly] Move move!
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Go ahead! Get him! Ohh shit!
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Ohh shit, ohh shit, yo
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Yo man, yo Son I'm hit
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Man Son, I'm hit
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Yo Son?
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Son I'm hit
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Damn Son, you bleedin Son, bad Son
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Aiyyo grab this grab this take this take this
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Take this take this, I'ma go over to God's house 'fore the cops come
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I'ma throw this shit away man
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Go ahead Son, go ahead Son, just go ahead
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Man fuck that, man seventeen Son
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Yo Son
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Get the fuck outta here man
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Damn Son
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Go ahead man, I'm dying go ahead
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Hold that shit Son
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Yo, go ahead go ahead, nigga try to assassinate me man...
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[Intro: Raekwon the Chef]
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It's the remix Son
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Can it be, act like you know
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Check it
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[Verse One: Ghostface Killer]
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Yo, check what happened out of state
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I'm knocking off a half-a-cake Cash Rule, flying at a fast rate
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I smoke the black dust kept my hands clutched, I'm fallin in lust
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Spore plush I played my hand like a royal flush
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Baggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty woman
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I put it in him, shot up in him, deadly venom
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I hung around the big time bosses
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Illegal force exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources
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Spades tried to bag me, like Cagney, and Lacey
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Chef had that bitch Stacey slippin in Macy's
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I dose off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped
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and got licked like Papsy in a mob flick I got hit
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Stumblin holdin my neck to the God's rest
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Opened flesh burgundy blood colored my Guess
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Emergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery
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Can it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?
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I should've stayed in Job Corp, but now I'm a outlaw
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Ray Cartegna, carry a fo'-fo' nigga
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[Chorus:]
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(Can it be that it was all so simple then?)
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Dedicated to the Gods and Earths
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Dedicated to babies who came feet first
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Dedicated to Up North and down state
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Dedicated to rich niggaz who sell weights
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Dedicated to projects with black kids
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Dedicated to man who build pyramids
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Word up! What the fuck yo?
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We taking you on another chamber
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Word up son, you know how we be on it
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Yeah it's real
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Show these crabs how to rhyme man
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I think it's time to bless them, word up
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Bulletproof
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First chamber
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Yo Chef yo
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[Verse Two: Raekwon]
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It started off on the Island, AK Shaolin niggaz wildin
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Old folks scream : stop the violence!
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True layin up yo, watchin these crack niggaz
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Playin nuff crap games for what see?
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Back in days, crime pays in mad ways
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Sportin Tommy Hil with caves 360 waves
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And no searchin for loose ends, now flex 300 Benz
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Mad 10's with mad diamonds
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Now that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggaz act trife
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I paid the price throughout my hood life
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Remember I got blasted, now that's in the past kid
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God forbid I lay in the casket
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| But now I'm all ab |
