[Rae] No tricks, no tricks baby
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[Nas] Yeah, aiyyo Rae
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[Ghf] Check it out y'all
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[Nas] It's the science
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[Ghf] Fly wonderful
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[Rae] Yeah y'all
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[Nas] Tony Starks and umm Lex Diamonds
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[Ghf] Tony Starks, my nigga Nas
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[Rae] Strength my whole team is eatin off this type of shit
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[Nas] For all the fake niggaz out there, yaknahmean
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[Ghf] Word up
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[Rae] Good shit, nigga next time, no more whatever shit
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[Nas] Fakes be celebratin but they be mistaken
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[Ghf] Word to the wise
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[Rae] Keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front pocket
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[Ghf] All types of shit, yo son
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[Rae] Rock it, RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet
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[Nas] Tell em it's on right?
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[Ghf] Show those crabs how to rhyme
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[Rae] RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet
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[Ghf] It's only like five percent out of a hundred
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[Rae] RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet
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[Ghf] Do it to em baby
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Verse One: Nas
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Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold
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I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
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When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
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to conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streets
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Live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun
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Trick my Wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my son
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Smoke a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly
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I'm raunchy, but things I do is real it never haunts me
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while, funny style niggaz roll in the pile
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Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's Isle
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Holdin weed inside they pussy with they minds on the
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pretty things in life, props is a true thug's wife
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It's like a cycle, niggaz come home, some'll go in
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Do a bullet, come back, do the same shit again
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From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
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Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual
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Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef
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Perhaps bullets bust niggaz discuss mad money
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True lies and white guys, we can see it through the eyes
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Catch the most on tape, kilos disintegrate
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Pyrex pots, we break, fiends lickin plates
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In the building niggaz building, like little children starin
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Them older niggaz aint carin
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Sirens circlin fiends are lurkin in your baggage
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oh, one's gone now, what, smack him in his cabbage
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In the woodwork, crack sales bubble like Woolworth's
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in the projects, richest niggaz rockin all the real worth
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Police questioning, rooftop cats invested in
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Tradin in they Lexus' GS's sendin messages
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Two and two makes four, Cristal's crazily pour
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Gun wars my crew phantom like swords
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Verse Three: Ghostface Killer
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With the green leathers, hunded pound snakes and cakes
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Fiends found in lakes, jeolously Jakes we shake
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What I strive for is what I live for
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Infatuated by material things, in this wild life it's real
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like somewhere over the rainbow, I see a big pot of gold
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Future stacks so I hold
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Thousands of cracks bagged up inside the shoebox
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Don't keep jack in my lap, don't wanna see Tupac
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Got two spots, in New Lots, flooded with rocks
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Shoot-outs making me hot, crooked cops bag Tony and the ball drop
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In the Now, I'm bangin niggaz for slot time
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Hurry up Duke I'm nexton line!
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And what the fuck is you looking at?
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By the way young blood, hit me off with that Green Bay hat
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Watch your back inside the hall, new niggaz slide through
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like doors yo, you're starin in the mess hall
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Your adrenaline runs, cigarette niggas be swindlin
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New jacks surrenderin, come home not rememberin
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Made bail with different size kicks on, a white dress shirt
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Lookin gay in the yard, and you got hurt
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Flashbacks, of the day room, mop ringer style
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Your faggot ass got bashed tryin to turn the dial
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You told your boo you was whylin
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Once you heard Wu, out of the blue, your family's from Shaolin
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High class cooks, throw on vestes out of phone books
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Infirmary niggas are screaming, "I got juxed!"
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Sharpen toothbrushes 190 mixed with baby oil and shit
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Your man's in the kitchen stashing ice picks
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Well I'ma end this with a big red cherry on top
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Me, Nas and Rae got the best product on the block
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[Rae] Strength my whole team is eatin off this type of shit |