| Lyrics: | Intro:
[Raekwon]
One for you, one for me
Two for you, one-two for me
Three for
you...
[Ghostface]
What? I'll smack fuck out ya
Smack fire out your fuckin ass, what
the fuck you think this is man?
Get the fuck up outta here man
[Raekwon] So yo matter of
fact, the man is back
[Ghostface] Think my head is madder than fuckin fire
[Raekwon] Shit
aight, this ain't even enough burn right here
This ain't enough
[Ghostface] Fuck
it man
[Raekwon] We gonna shoot right over there
And yo them niggaz got the big
CREAM over there
So just chill
[Ghostface] So let's do this the fuck up, roll up
like tropical kid
Don't play me like I got a flowerpot head kid
Just
chill man
[Raekwon] On the real let's go get this money fast Son
I know how we
gotta do this kid
*shots fire*
[Ghostface] Scrungy-head motherfucker
Verse One:
Raekwon the Chef
Lay on the crime scene, sippin fine wines
Pullin nines on, UFO's,
takin they fly clothes
They eyes closed, we gettin loot
No doubt, check the word of mouth,
unheard about
Guns go off and now a murder bout
I'm out
My raps play the part like a Get
Smart secret agent
in a maze and, styles blazin, Johnny Blaze and Tony Starks in a daze
and
rhymin, my nigga Lou Diamond will wrap it up
We like Meth to go and fuck with
Noodles
Havin them poodles on the lockdown buyin me
Amarett-ahs, and chewables, stackin
pharmecuetical
Rap niggaz on dust and wools
Yo, I told you, some kill rob and fold
The
gold's untold, fuck it it beats parole
So stroll marvelous, soul controller
of the whole
globe, god damn I got it sewn
And yo, whattup pop, pop the suitcase |
