(feat. Havoc)
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[Intro: Raekwon]
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Yeah, yeah, let's go, nigga
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[Chorus: Raekwon]
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This is your world and my world, nigga, let's make a movie
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Get it jumping, hit the box office hard, get it pumping
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This is your world and my world, nigga, hundreds to hundreds
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Let's burn, then fuck it, put our mamas up, keep 'em fronting
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This is your world and my world, nigga, bust a nut
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Get a cut, then gettin' paper, by laying in the cut
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This is your world and my world, nigga, we flyin' fly
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In the bank, nigga, you know how we get down, thanks, nigga
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[Raekwon]
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Arm & Hammer boxes, we love foxes, leaning in the Tropics
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Blood money, boats is abnoxious
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Standing in the mess hall when, nose froze
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Posing like a king, I'm rocking New Balances, new silencers
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Glass table'll choke, twenty four challengers
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Half of my niggas is slow, but they dough island
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You know the pantries is full, ranches with bulls
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And wolves there, who sit around, fronting in Wu-Wear
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I slam a Noodles hat, pull hair, two tokes and Ghost
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In a ghost, I be back in the wrong year
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Long sleeve, one cuff up, rugged gold teeth
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Fronting with Colombian niggas who gave me raw meat
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Due to the gangstas that died, forever ride
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To the rats in the manholes, who hate, niggas live
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But it's all good, you from a poor hood, I guess
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Back in the Guess with the Champion hood, what?
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[Chorus]
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[Raekwon]
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Glass sculptures on my vultures, fifty cultures
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Play the couch, posted, count your money, hide your toast in
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Black tea, sucker free, ask me, clappers is free
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Metal knick knacks, get slapped in your hat, B
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I'm dynamic rec room potent, that'll blow you in the open
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Pay a cop off, fly you your coke in
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My house is worth 2.9, my Benz is worth, he want mine
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Nowheres, we call that shit high heels
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Dedicated heat rock sprayer, spray your mother and your lover
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Better pay up, these guns is from Grenada
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Wild fight, customized dice, get nice in the Trump Tower
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Drunk bitch, spaghetti and sliced
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Everybody features is that mean, never leave the lab
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Lacking, always in the red, blacks and green
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Drug slingers turn into slug singers, one of them snitch?
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It's just a gut lingers, laying in the mud
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[Interlude: Raekwon]
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Slimeball ass, nigags, man, for real, man
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Stay away, man, knowhatimsayiing?
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Get that muthafucking, hater gator spray next to a nigga
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We ready to zap one of ya'll niggas, with the quickness
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Aiyo, Hav', man, these niggas don't know what it is, man, about hip hop, man
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These niggas, man, for real, man, eat them niggas
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[kung-fu sample]
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I got to admit that Shaolin boxing ain't that bad!
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But, now watch mine!
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[Havoc]
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Ya'll niggas food, I peep that shit a long time ago
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Dick rider niggas trying to front like they grimey, tho
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This is my world, I just let you live in it
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But the lease is up, you faggot niggas get evicted
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How many times I gotta tell you cowards, mind your business
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Oh, you still yapping? Time to catch 'em slipping
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Doing dirty, we don't mind getting our hands dirty
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And you can't fuck with any bitch because her ass dirty
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Cuz when it pop off, we just up in shorty ears
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And you just stuck with it, and how us niggas got you there
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That little bad caramel with the long hair
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Got you lined up, and caught in the crosshair
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Nothing but bosses here, we enforced the fear
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Always in the hood, my office there
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Blow a bag with my comrades, polly my next move
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And have you niggas bugging, how I wet 'em and crept through
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[Chorus]
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Your World & My World
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Raekwon |