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*sounds of the street, Wu-Tang St. Ide's commercial is in the background*
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(this is a best guess based on what's heard underneath Rae's conversation)
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[Ghostface] Who's the Wallabe kid, dress down, could never be Son
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Ricochet daily hit the deli for a cold one
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May I be blessed yes? My mic is like a laser beam
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that blow between the bushes, St. Ide's and I the king of things
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[Cappadon] Crack the bottle of the St. Ide's, sippin it's real
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and thrillin will I, drink it and we only
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too be dope, you can't die, them peoples do lie
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And if the street don't know, you're full of slang cane pain
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[RZA] It was hot, on the spot, so I jetted up the block
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I said, ock, I'm hot, let's go sit on the bay by the docks
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of the black, I'm fully packed, always got my Trojan
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Heads got bottles open, fill my cup till flowin
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*conversation*
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All that good shit
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Yeah
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KnowhatI'msayin, you come in, you come in lookin flavorful
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Word
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YouknowhatImean? You the whole shit of the whole night
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But I've seen it though, knowhatI'msayin? Like I seen it
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You know, my G is too futuristic for that shit, knowhatI'msayin?
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Word, did you try to get a little swerve kid on?
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Tried to man, youknowhatI'msayin, but she was come pullin off
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Word
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Word?
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Just come pullin off her as her drawers
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Worrrd
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Fuck that bitch though, knowhatI'msayin? Shoulda, on the real
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Yo yo tonight feel like a nigga gonna get burnt
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Yeah yeah
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It's like you hear something tomorrow right
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Some like yo, blahzay blahe
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It's the wind, I'm tellin you
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Yeah yeah word
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It's the air, I can feel it
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It feel hot, it feel feel hot at night and shit like
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the sun ain't even out
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Yo the sun don't shine nobody, knowhatI'msayin?
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Lyrics: Raekwon
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Yeah
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One-two, one-two, nigga
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Line for line, line for line
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How we get down wit da rhyme
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Yo, it be a line for line, line for line
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This is how we get down
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Yeah, line for line, line for line
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This is how we get down
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Yo! Can you feel me?
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Storytellin rap Magellan I ain't tellin
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Them niggaz ran in the spot for sellin
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Word up, pushed up, man got mushed up
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Seen him at a rap show actin like fat cat though
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Glasses gold, shinin like a real big boy
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This nigga had mega ice on Chips Ahoy!
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Cat surrounded, this political brown kid
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All out the wind yo, my man walked in
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Pullin mints out son had mad clientele
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Order me Cristal twice Kion, chill!
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Watch them niggaz, aiyyo that clique's from outta state
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They bubble weight in Far Rockaway with Blake Carrington
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You know the kid with the most doe-getters
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And terrors on fat shit clique they rock Lo sweaters
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That's my man, that's my man too
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Call him up on the strength of the Wu
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And watch me game, yo grab the cell
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I got a heist to pull off well
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At the end of the week, I'm buyin you a L
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Lexus nigga, I ain't talkin bout Hancock
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No time for weed plus no time to get locked
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That night, up in the staircase
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Cousin had me laced out, skeed all outta my face
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We gon' get dat cruchy chump for all of his lump
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Don't try to front, you was sweatin this Hilfidiger
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Guess who walked in - Abbott and his man from Farragut
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Confront him wit the Ruger on his back, walk in black
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Where's your man, where's the sky blue Land at?
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Stop playin Wu in the back, smacked him wit the gat
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(Yo, money said he be here in fifteen!)
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Stop lyin, wait for the Millenia green to pull up
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He got the Donna Karen shit on, two rings
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Six carats a piece plus the chain swing
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Like anchors on ships flooded wit all diamond chips
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Back pockets: two clips - four-fifths wit rubber grips
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Layin, two bottles of brass I was slayin
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Meditatin, red dot be waitin for my payment
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Heard the key in the lock, cocked the glock
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Turn the lights out, dip behind the couch
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Kion, gag his mouth
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Infra-redded his head when he entered
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But a soft Perry Ellis leather with Dorinda
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A friend of, Kion's wife, Kenya, the bitch larger than life
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Yo, shorty be fuckin mad Columbian niggaz
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Fuck it, get on the floor meet the black Lex Luthor
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Stripped fast, the bitch had on Claiborne drawers
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Yo Rae, you about to scrape her, chill Ghost
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Thought for a second, turned around |