ft. Raekwon the Chef

[Ghostface]
Uh-huhuh-huhmotherfuckeruh-huh
YeahI see thatI see that
All y all fake motherfuckers up in the jointhuh?
Stealin my lighthuh? Watch medukewatch me

Yocheck these up top murderous
Snowy in the bezzle as the cloud merges
F.B.I. try and want word with this
Kid who punked out bust a shot uip in the becon
Catch me in the corner not speakin
Crushed out heavenlyU.G. rock the sweet daddy long fox minks
Chicken and brocolliWally s look stinky
With his man straight from Raleigh Durhamhe recognized Kojak
I slapped him fiveMasta Killa cracked his tiny form
E rybody break breadhuddle around
Guzzle thatI m about to throw a hand in your bag
Since the face been revealedgame got real
Radio been gassin niggazmy imposters scream they ill
I m the inventor 86 rhymin at the center
Debut 93 LP told you to Enter
Punk faggot niggaz stealin my light
Crawl up in the bed with grandma
beneath the La-Z-Boy where ya hid ya knife
Ghost is backstretch Cadillacsfruit cocktails
Hit the shells at Paul s Pastry Rack
Walk with me like Darthy tried to judge these
plush degreessaid the cowwrap the fees
Gettin waxed all through the drive-thru
Take the standthrow my hand all on the Bible
and tell lies tooI m the ultimate
splash the Wolverine Razor Sharp ringdolomite
student in role holdin it

[Chorus: Ghostface]
Aiyyothis rappin s like Zitifacin me real TV
Crash at high-speedsstrawberrykiwi
As we approachyo herbthe Gods bail
These Staten Island ferryboat cats bail
Fresh cellies50 thief up in the city
We banned for lifeApollo kids live to spit the real

[Ghostface]
A pair of bright phat yellow Air Max
Hit the racksstack em up Son$20 off no tax
Street merchant tucked in the cloudstay splurgin
Rock a eagle head6-inch height was the bird
Monday night Dallas verse Jetsdudes slid in with one hand
Two culture-ciphersone bag of wet
Heavy rain fucked my kicks up
Wasn t lookinsplashed in the puddle
Bitch laughinfirst thought was beat the bitch up
Mossied off gracefullyNew York s most wanted tee-ball hawk
Seen the yellow brick roadlust of pastries
Same Ghostfaceholy in the mind
Last scene: Manhatten Chase
We drew the six-eight digit in the briefcase
Rawnesstitle is Hell-bound
Quick to reload around facessurround look astound

[Raekwon]
We split a fair onepoker nose money
Gin rummy with glarespot the lamebit his ear
Yoyou taste a tea-spoon300 goonsstash baloons
Locked in lab roomshit with glockstashed in Grant s Tomb
Clocked him like a patienthis stock s fullhustle invasion
Knowin nowwe cocked a block offthe chain tri-color
Freezin in valorice-sicle galore
Gas station light gleamin on the wall
Cop WiseGuy jamsJames Bond vans
Niggaz flipped Timbsrock boats under waterwatch clams
pose at the stand-offmad timid
hopin that the gun fallguess him like lottery ballsyo

[Chorus]

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