Intro: Raekwon (plus sample of Tony Montana having an argument). "I told you a long time ago you fuckin little monkey. not to FUCK ME.". "Hey hey who the FUCK you think you goin for huh??!". "Who the fuck you think I am your fuckin dough-boy?". "You wanna go to war?.... Wanna go to war OK?". Comin up on half a mil we build. Get real God taking you on another one Son. Uhh Julio Igleasias. Makin CREAM like that nigga. [Verse One: Ghostface Killah]. Yo first of all son peep the arson. Many brothers I be sparkin and bustin mad light inside the dark. Call me dough snatcher just the brother for the rapture. I handglide holdin on strong hard to capture. Extravagant RZA bake the track and it's militant. Then I react like a convict and start killin shit. It's manifested the Gods work like appliances. Dealin in my cypher I revolve around sciences. The 9th chamber leave you trapped inside my hallway. You try to flee but you got smoked up by the doorway (blaow! blaow! blaow!). No question I send your ass back right to the essence. Your whole frame is smothered in dirt now how you restin. While I'll be trapped by sounds locked behind loops. Throwin niggaz off airplanes cause +Cash Rules. Everything Around Me+ black as you can see. Swallow this murder one verse like God Degree. Then analyze my soundtrack for satisfaction. You adapt like a flashback chain reaction. [Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef]. Just a minute son.... AK's black bust back like seventy Macs. I'm all that street niggaz knowin my steez black. Ron G you know he coincide with me see. Marvelous Menace fo' Society. But anyway let's toast champagne thoughts with Ghost. I max the most shotguns through the nose. Phonograph hip-hop put me on top. 'Lo wears and Tommy Hil fly shit with a knot. The witty unpredictable live shit drive by shit. Do or die shit I'll take your lie and shit. And then you know I'm runnin through the penal foul. Four-toothed child was wild. The old lady snitched but fuck it you know it one love kid. No I'm not doin a bid. Too much to get for what cause six niggaz got. stuck and the nigga chain was truck. Yo fuck that Criminology rap. Speakers stay jet black floatin in the flyest Ac'. Nigga... bring it! Yeah... [Outro: Raekwon]. Much love go to New York City. All my Tommy Hil' ice rockin niggaz