Lyrics:

f/ Capone, Polite, Sheek Louch[Intro: Capone]I just had to say that right there RaeI just have to say you my nigga, understand?It don''t get no realer than this, manLet''s slow the fuck downYou gettin'' like a hundred worth for real, man[Hook 2X: Polite]Eh yo thug niggas know the code, lock and loadHit ''em in the head, watch a nigga brain explodeYo from Y.O. to Q.B. they bang this shitShaolin boys they bang them fifths[Intro continues overlapped by Chorus]Fuckin'' cops ain''t paid up nothin''Yo you know we shoot you down, manIce Water Inc., yeah! Territory, niggaMillitainment, Y.OYeah, yeahYeah yeah eh yo[Capone]Eh yo late night, candle light, fiend with a crackpipeIt''s only right, feelin'' higher than an airplane, right?I''m tryin'' to get this money, right? So I move cautiouslyYou more frauds, you see? I''ma live bossyWay out on Fantasy Island with Mr. Roth, BI gotta play the ghetto, everyday the hood endorse me (Q.B.)I''m destined for triple, left hand crook and the right hand furyWill block the shots, that''s simple, I dented a tomb for styleA toast to the death of my foes, respect violence, the criminal codesHammer smack a nigga out his five sensesLeave him dumb, deaf and blind, I ride on rinsesInterest so tight, strobe lights follow my graceBang bullets by the gates, might hollow ya faceMe and Chef smark massive murder, kill ''em!I scramble anywhere in Shaolin, right in Castalano buildin''[Chorus 2X: Polite w/o ''Eh yo'' second time]Eh yo real niggas get up, live niggas, what up?We don''t give a fiduck, you faggots''ll get hit upQ.B., what up? Y.O., what up?Shaolin get up or get yo'' ass hit up![Sheek Louch]Eh yo I''m a motherfuckin'' Nigga Wit an AttitudeHeavy gun play, cock back, niggas is screwedStomach wounds make it hard for you to swallow ya foodThrowin'' Purple Tape off for me to get in the moodSheek Louch, who fuckin'' wit'' that kid?I''m sick in the head, they need to make a throwback straight jacketWhite tee on, a light G. onThese bitches you wife and the God try pee onI don''t care if it''s a gram or brickI''ma make it sell, get off my dickPump or the Desert E., take your pickMoney too long, the case won''t stickD-Block niggas fuck with RaeNigga act hard and get hit up in the middle of dayTough guys and all that but I know that you payAnd I don''t give a fuck, niggas better watch what they say[Chorus 2X][Raekwon]Body specialist, full cam F50 with vansA pull up, do it to ya mans, yo scramsIf you take niggas ears, niggas ain''t really queersListen, it''s grown men in the town, niggas is their''sFluck niggas, I cut niggas, stuck niggasCome up, pluck niggas, pop niggas in chucks, it''s businessYou in this? We non-shoulder style, son, relentlessThey four lettered me Chef, nigga get downDrop you, piss on you, get this, it''s official on youYo twist the clips hits, this was on youI''m just a business head ridin'' with visualDon''t force me to put out ya headOne for the money, two for the crime round upPeep it, all major niggas holdin'' they ground, get upLet''s form an army millenia, Ice Water!From Q.B. to Y.O. with Shaolin, I''m feelin'' you[Chorus 2X][Break 4X: Raekwon singing]We gon'' ride for our teamMy niggas''ll kill you[Outro: Polite *over break*]For the team, niggaMy niggas kill you, niggaY''all niggas want war? Nigga pop up!Yeah ride for ya motherfuckin'' team, niggaDeath before dishonor, you heard me?The motherfuckin'' Lex Diamond StoryY''all niggas better wake the fuck up!Yeah, Ice Water Inc., you heard me?D-Block, what up?Pain, time and glory, word, you heard?Yeah, yeah.. my niggas''ll kill you, nigga!Bitch-ass niggas!