Intro:
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[Raekwon]
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One for you, one for me
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Two for you, one-two for me
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Three for you...
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[Ghostface]
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What? I'll smack fuck out ya
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Smack fire out your fuckin ass, what the fuck you think this is man?
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Get the fuck up outta here man
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[Raekwon] So yo matter of fact, the man is back
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[Ghostface] Think my head is madder than fuckin fire
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[Raekwon] Shit aight, this ain't even enough burn right here
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This ain't enough
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[Ghostface] Fuck it man
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[Raekwon] We gonna shoot right over there
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And yo them niggaz got the big CREAM over there
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So just chill
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[Ghostface] So let's do this the fuck up, roll up like tropical kid
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Don't play me like I got a flowerpot head kid
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Just chill man
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[Raekwon] On the real let's go get this money fast Son
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I know how we gotta do this kid
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*shots fire*
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[Ghostface] Scrungy-head motherfucker
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Verse One: Raekwon the Chef
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Lay on the crime scene, sippin fine wines
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Pullin nines on, UFO's, takin they fly clothes
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They eyes closed, we gettin loot
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No doubt, check the word of mouth, unheard about
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Guns go off and now a murder bout
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I'm out
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My raps play the part like a Get Smart secret agent
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in a maze and, styles blazin, Johnny Blaze and Tony Starks in a daze and
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rhymin, my nigga Lou Diamond will wrap it up
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We like Meth to go and fuck with Noodles
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Havin them poodles on the lockdown buyin me
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Amarett-ahs, and chewables, stackin pharmecuetical
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Rap niggaz on dust and wools
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Yo, I told you, some kill rob and fold
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The gold's untold, fuck it it beats parole
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So stroll marvelous, soul controller
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of the whole globe, god damn I got it sewn
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And yo, whattup pop, pop the suitcase high
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And we can talk, you can walk out the fuckin building
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And get caught, save the fully inflatable
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Rap relatable, drug relatable
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Niggaz here to play with you
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A hundred dollar Rottweiler goes to spot sellers
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Guns and glocks go to niggaz who got props
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on top, jail niggaz get mad bigger
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And yo, mail a guy about a hundred pictures
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Word to momma, this rap wonderama team got drama
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Comma, plus smoke realize marijuana
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Chef may resign to boat across the Farasana
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Immaculate plus all my guns so accurate
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They get CREAM and the cuisine in Queens
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I told you, money stated with the night beams, and two rings
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Crazy fat, gettin ready to do this shit
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[Ghostface] Sniff mad shit man, what the fuck
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*car peels and crashes*
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Verse Two: Ghostface Killer
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Who's the Knucklehead, wantin respect?
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Chop his fingers in the drug game, money well known
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Lead singer, humdinger, flash is the aftermath
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Here's his photograph
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Run up in his lab, take off the mask Chaz and think fast
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Don't laugh, bag the cash, grab the hash, don't forget his stash
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Grab the tear gas, and place it in his face fast
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The full blast
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...
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Then skate to the next state
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Further upstate, I heard they got crazy weight
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Bagged up by the gates, in crates like disco breaks
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Yo look out for Jakes, give it all it takes
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Let's burn the place before we motivate
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Yo Blake, niggaz don't fink, rape his mate
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if the bitch scream, for God's sake, grab the grey tape
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It's by the plate, with the blow crushed up with the flakes
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Killer snakes, four bodies found floatin in lakes
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Drug related, paper talkin bout the kids who didn't make it
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Hits without a trace, never seen the Big C Rae and Ghostface
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Congratulations Chef, let's celebrate and sip an eighth
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Verse Three: U-God
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The rap scar is on rap chrome
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Put it on seal it on, we're silicone
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Spark it on your Talkathon
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This rap phenomenon, to word is bond to the arms
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Hit me on the hip and horns, rap chaperone
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Scars tone, bar clones, war tones, raw tones
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Blowin out the door, bones but
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Your rap's fraudulent, float in these rap quarter inches
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Reinforced with suspense, be on your rap sword defense
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These microphone professional, sensational
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Fully operational, I got NIGGAZ here to play with you
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You know the steez you know my whole program
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Brothers from the No-Lands, all we want is the G's
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guns and grams, livin fat like the Hoffa
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Mafia, sippin eatin past |