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[Intro: Raekwon w/ others] *sniff* Yo, boo, calm down, man Chill 'fore you break your nose, man What up, what up, king (yo what's going on?) (Yo, oh, who the fuck is this?) (Yo, walk this bitch outta here, man) (Her hands is all white and shit, looking all crazy) Fingerprints all over the refrigerator You fake ass Gucci wearing nigga! Yo, girl, chill chill, come on, man Just give me papi number, man, for real, man, you playing
[Raekwon] I'm on the crisp blue yacht, with my hand on the twat With a Commodore CD, a bottle of stock On a green rug, GG's on it, a mean snub Bad little Asian, named Asia, my love Had connects, plus fame favorite flick, Black Rain Pinky finger rocked up, giving me brain Like Griselda's little flame, ran with her for forty months Came home, her estate was insane Vuitton toilet paper, Polo walls, Jimmy Choo Pots and pans, this broad had a horse Cash it in, yo, Masta, live with me, take it all You can have whatever, five hundred leathers Bruno Mag' sweaters, Gucci rain boots Brook Brothers, New Eras, jew killers New line sponsored by fellas, catch 'em in the hall balling I thought about it, whatever
[Hook: Raekwon (sample)] (Walk with me) Relax and get your facts right (Walk with me) You know we only getting cash in the fast life (Walk with me) Living, giving my all, I give it back, right (Walk with me) We die, we die together, this the last night
[Raekwon] CNN watching, ESPN friend Coat shopping, lochness, smothered up, god damn Boo living it good, Aspen, the color of wood On the outside, vibe is good Knowing I'm hood, I should, escape project life Run with my rifle, live in the woods Grow a rugged beard, and chill, poppa real Poppa eat, poppa a rolling stone, for real This the deal, chill, this how we live in the Hill Kill a nigga for me, kill or be killed Share that money and still, when it's time to reveal You never met me, but respect me, you will Dinosaur wheels we peel, skated with the fly seals She broke out, died in Brazil Met her younger cousin Nil', you looking for birds, right? Yeah, my cousin said you real, you gotta
[Hook]
[Raekwon] Oh shit, Goldschläger in the gold dagger in a gold Acura A gold Phantom pulled up, yo, go backwards They had a package on 'em, hold half a bit, it's half rough But still, I got me forty traffickers Riding through Manhattan tough, got my mavericks up We on, rolling thirty deep in the gadget trucks Spending magic bucks, fuck around, get an Aston truck Fly around, fucking actress sluts We been clashing with the masses, what Put the gasses up, flame 'em out his lab, splash him up That's how we get it on, that's what's up Don't ever wrassle us, you might get shackled in your castle, what Play with the boys, that's the stuff I'm talking bout, niggas they die, faster than a pastor fuck Seeing 'em mourn me, flash a buck Pull a bulb out, like Con Ed, keep it on a massive hush
[Hook]
[Outro: Raekwon] Come on, man, word up, let 'em talk Put this bag out, and after that, take it to heed Man, I see you in a minute, chill You got to lay on the other side of the fucking wall for you Word up, this the nigga face, man, I only got four million, man Straight up, last thing I heard, the nigga grandmother was in Argentina I want her too, for real, for real, we ain't playing no games, man The nigga like to shop and floor shine He stay on 44th, catch the nigga by Delancey, too For real, I got his baby pictures and everything Word up, his cousin, his cousin is a security guard at Barnes/Nobles For real, his little nephew, his little nephew work in the Muthafucking fish store Up in, 138th and Harlem, man... This all the money for today, man A lot of paper came in today, a lot of Franklins Bring the other bag, son, yeah, hold it, huh Toaster head nigga, get the fuck off of me
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