[Intro: 'Scarface' sample (Raekwon) {Ghostface Killah}]

What you think I'm a fucking worm like you?

I told you man I told you don't fuck with me

I told you no fucking kids no but you wouldn't listen

Well you stupid fuck look at you now

{Ya'll already know!}

(For real ya'll back behind the wall again)

{yeah you know what it is}

(You know what it do '09 style this time)

{It's time to go in now ya'll}

(For real making CREAM again nigga... BLAOW!)

{you already know it's crunch time}



[Raekwon]

First of all black park it guns we spark it

Hit you in the back of your dome from far kid

Dice kickers gun clickers

run up in the bank for ones quick

The drug dealer niggas we flip 'em

Polo rugbies flags on my hats you love these

Knockout artists are one-piece

Fly in a foreign all my money ties is tied-up

I'd rather sell coke no bargain

Tough like a Hummer fly like a Maybach

Spot runner clap you in a gun shop one up

Fuck about police we Park Hillians with gold geese

And everyday's a Sunday Easter

Cousins in Gaza the new improved Shottas

Stretched out mink on the floor you hassa

We run through with turbans

diamonded up chain with boots on

Mori umbrellas in Tucson

Rhyming is a color the lifestyle is live my fly brothers

Something go wrong we slug something



[Interlude: Raekwon (Ghostface Killah)]

Chill my nigga chill (I got this I got this)

Make sure you handle that beat you know what time it is

Body that beat man come on (Yeah)



[Ghostface Killah]

You can catch me anywhere frost bitten chain

Bad dame a thousand grams in Delaware

The smokeshop's is owls laid back hanging niggas to death

Word you can call us coat racks

With 'giants' all around me like Eli Manning

The bitch is on the block like he died scrambling

Cuz L frames is crack popped out nina one of his eyes

Can't come back home they locked out

All he did was re-up hustle for kick money

Kept Beez all around him thinking he shit honey

Bow I'm into bobsleds wasting large bread

Gucci helmet is blue trim in his dark red

The rap TJ Swan it's me Ason

If he don't spin my shit break the DJ arm

And glide off like an escapade renegade on ice

Lemonade Clark the haze is nice

The Goldielocks rocks sapphire chain is right

Bitch niggas ya'll watch what ya'll say in ya mics suckas



[Interlude: Ghostface Killah]

Aiyo Rae aiyo Rae check it out yo

Let me go in there one more time and air these niggas out

For old times sake you know how we do my nig'

Old times sake just for me man one more time I'm begging you

Let me just go in and just fly on these niggas heads man

It's what I'm talking about



[Ghostface Killah]

It's like a body in a project hallway who did it?

Who's the next nigga that sucked the snit-ich

That's my word it could never be me

You see the deer head on the living room wall like his neck fell off

That can be all sculptured and glazed with gloss

Call the shots that Bill Belichick would call

Snake niggas slither all in the glass house racial slurs

When it's time to go to war they cash out

Throw 'em in the rear-naked choke they tap out

Niggas try to surround the kid I backed out

And threw two rocks at 'em watching the ho drop

I'm from a place where we locking the low glocks

Yellowtape the bodies jiggy and road blocks

Got the towels up in the air it's so hot

Talking bout Staten Island profiling

Switchblade city the goons is wilding

Escape from my slums nigga you got talent

And we don't want the fifth of 'yac we want the gallon



['Scarface' sample]

What you think I'm a fucking worm like you?

I told you man ---



[Method Man]

Vacate black bust gats wherever we at

You all that hit 'em in the chest we fall back

I got mines nigga where yours at?

We call that raw rap

got fiends in front of my door mat

That Witty Unpredictable fly shit drive-by shit

These the niggas I ride with

And we gon' get cake ya'll as soon as this pie split

Smacking up the dry snitch

nigga you my bitch

Somebody put Tical on matter fact put Tical on

One suuu Staten Isle on 'em

I bank roll I break codes

and I ain't trynna catch another case case closed

Give me my crown cuz I deserve it

real dudes giving me pounds

But not too close though the semis'll round

Bitches running they mouth goons running your gate

My team running the block cops running my plates

Well fuck that Criminology rap

Niggas hate I hate back

floating in the flyest Maybach nigga
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