[Intro: Raekwon]
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What's up Big Chris?
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Goin to the store to get the papers. *echoes*
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Got ya, a little love on this one here.
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Huh! *laughs* Word on. Word on.
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[Chorus 1: Raekwon]
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Commerical rap niggaz get they domes smacked outta
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We tired of these earthlings acting like they cowards
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When you fuck up, we gettin down for ours
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Coast 5 million niggaz, sky 'em like twin towers
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[Raekwon]
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Hennessey, dick kisser
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Slang lord, verbal pain commissioner
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Light fire to names, dame sizzler
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Multi, 40 karat bow tie
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N.Y. national league of big guys with stolen 5's
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Albums cloud him, phantom of the opera style
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with loud phones, system, 100 thousand watts in em
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Rock rocks, delight exchange like stocks
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Bars made like Comstock, dead man's glock
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Holdin name down, spit a 100 in change now
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Range spin out, damn check The Weather Channel
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Throw the Gilligan on, just strain now, smack lames down
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Fuckin with checks, throw the ringer on and blink out
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Link out, how the fuck this money come up short?
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What? You sniffed a half a quart?
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Dart designer, emblem blow, seat recliner, rewind
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Black caught an old timer, gold miner
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Spread love to golden glove, foamed up
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Blood, hibernatin with snubs, never rock Lugz
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Chill, run tracks like Harriette Tub'
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Bugs, spit cum all in ya girlfriend's mug
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Motion picture novel, Donna giones' third brother
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What? Bout to buy estate floodin with clubs
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Wrapper around me, what's in my lap could seem astoundin
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Broke, but with no hands gone, sleep but soundly
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It's cold water, rotti tried to drown me
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You and ya boys surround me
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Meet the sleeper, static-free Downy
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Slang, wildin up, the nigga found me
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Sick gowns, rock a sick gown, 4-5th brown
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Ready to pop shit now
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The Earth spinnin like a windmill
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Workin ya swords, get ya link down
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Hit down, cavalry ain't shit now
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Valerie, number one asian, ancient from the pink cows
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Now we know how the fuck you think now
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Take off a nugget ring and think how
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Bullet tank out
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[Chorus 2: Raekwon]
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Commerical rap niggaz get they domes smacked outta
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We tired of these earthlings acting like they cowards
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When you fuck up, we gettin down for ours
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Coast 5 million niggaz, sky like twin towers
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Cowards, you gonna learn to respect power
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We burn by the hour, one burst the remmy got us
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[Raekwon]
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Crank shit, Shawshank Redemption scholar
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Roll up, based on dollars, baseball hat, big collar
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Chill, watch everybody crowd us, we bout it bouters
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Rockwilders, rockin swim towelers
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Burst the 45 power, skate across the Isenhower
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Kangol, 50 iguana, nugget trimmed, ice down iguana
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Split it in half, holdin my anaconda
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Black Marizana, true Don daughter, hide-out
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Stashed in Ghana, guns about the size of ya mama, select drama
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Trauma rap, birds fall asleep, Ghana
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Caeser czar, come out ya rap par'
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Fiddle with y'all car
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[Chorus 2]
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[Outro: Raekwon]
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Once burst the remmy out us...
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Once burst the remmy out us...
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Respect Power
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Raekwon the Chef |