[Raekwon]
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This Nigga just bought eleven machine guns
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And he brought them in my crib
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[Ghostface Killah]
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Glittered out, stout face, teck, Rae up in the Hilton
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Heard Nia Long is in the building
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Penthouse fashion, ordered out room service
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It looked bugged cause the waiter looked nervous
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Lift off the lid, seen two shiny thirty-eights aimed at the kid
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What I do, duck!
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Rae up in the shower singing
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Son don't know that it's real
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Coming looking like he about peel something
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In a tight jam, red down, matching like santa
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If I could just reach my hammer
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He bust two shots, I played mice
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Ran to the spot were the sun was at, quickly he was blinded by the ice
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That's when Rae ran out of the back
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Towel on, soap on his arms, spit duke around, fell on my lap
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[Raekwon]
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Yo, what the fuck happened?
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[Ghostface Killah]
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It was a set up to get wet up
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[Raekwon]
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Starks your bleeding
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[Ghostface Killah]
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Nah, his blood fucked my white leather up
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Ten G's down the drain
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Yo hurry up, we got to get him up
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Get the sheets son, let's fix him up
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Lock the door, turn the TV off, your kicks is near the light switch
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[Raekwon]
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Just give me two minutes to iron my shirt, find my ices
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[Ghostface Killah]
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The hit came quick
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Hit the jack, star six
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Ghost
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[Raekwon and Ghostface Killah]
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Put down the phone stupid
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Wipe off your prints
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[Ghostface Killah]
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Rae ran hysterically
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Slipped on soap
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Landed on his back, with his gat, now that's dope
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We got three minutes, nobody seen shit
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Somebody might have heard shit
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Singing on some Martin, were my momma bird shit
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Fuck your socks, that's when we heard the door knock
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Everything all right? Partying son, balloons popped
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Threw this dude under the bed
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A half dressed Raekwon, swallowing diamonds
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Had money in juice up on his wedding day
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The phone rang off, the tea kettle blew, wifey hitting me,
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What you want sweaty, lima beans and kidney
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Trashed the beeper, slowly I reached for the reefer
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Throw a Costa, peep oh son the house keeper
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Soap suds dripping from his nuts, cut up gut
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Praying how me make it out the telly and touch
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[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]
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Fuck it, a Wesley Snipes movement on a Sunday in Bermuda
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We laptop niggas, thugs in a computer
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Caught up in the grimy shit
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Finding two days later a murder and we got to make this flight shit
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It was a Wesley Snipes movement on a Sunday in Bermuda
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We laptop niggas, thugs in a computer
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A Wesley Snipes movement on a Sunday in Bermuda
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We laptop niggas, thugs in a computer
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[Raekwon]
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Ayo, the pressures on, sonny got murk
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Its time to move fast
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Ayo, Deini it's on, check out the news flash
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Flew out the next day, back to the Tony estates
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Blew on the first class flight to L.A.
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It ain't take long, I pulled a few strings on the horn
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So were it came from?
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That nigga we stuck and took the caine from
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We should have killed him when we had him
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Yo I was holding a Magnum
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Yeah we bagged him, but we let him slide in the wagon
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His bad little brown ho, from out Chicago
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She move his cargo, good at handling Roscoes
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We had our eyes closed God, we should have seen it coming
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He should have seen me coming, running out the shower gunning
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Now that I figured it, she put the waiter on
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It all came to me, in back of my mind, just like my favorite song
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Dawned on me later on
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By then the day was gone
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How dare this nigga even think that he could take us on
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Smoke the Cee Allah
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Sent the kite through the Pens
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Him and big Dan
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Known to split wigs, with razor sharp gems
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Giants from Attica riots
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Halls is quiet
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CO's with babies on their arms look tight
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And this nigga from down state got shipped up north
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Stocky young fella, running his lips on how he set it off
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Then heard that shit, plus got that kite
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Money got murdered in his bunk that night
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[Chorus]
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The Hilton
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