Lyrics:

(Intro: Raekwon)**lf**Yo, legend, what''s good, legend, what''s going on?**lf**(Yo, we gotta do the intro over and all that, right?) Ice H2O**lf**(Ight, keep all that, keep all that) Keep our palace, nigga**lf**Yeah, word up, yeah, yeah, yeah, turn me up, son**lf**Yo, Ross, what up, my nigga? (Murderous shit) Aiyo, aiyo**lf****lf**(Verse 1: Raekwon)**lf**Word to the gold panamaras, and to the wood grain in my labo**lf**I go the extra mile, my flow scaffolds**lf**Crew cuts, the older niggas, the same rumors, just the same goons**lf**When niggas catch visions of killing capos**lf**Palestinian armor, golden rocket launcher, my aunt**lf**She copped it from me, bought it in Rwanda**lf**See demons scheming, niggas get live in the Beacon**lf**I''m ''shaw'' to ''shank'' shit up like Morgan Freeman**lf**Pussy getting rapper, rich nigga, one-on-one rents niggas**lf**And incidents, my fingerprints been tore up**lf**We sell love slinging like Siemens, the snortable Beemers**lf**They love calling niggas names out, you screaming**lf**Feds try to tap us and plus clap us, niggas''ll grab Bust''**lf**Throw you in the rassle, yo, clap ups**lf**Catch me at the Stephen King mansion, with four of my Branson niggas**lf**With me, me and Britney, a dancer**lf**Know your shit authentic by the way your hat fit on you, with it**lf**I''m like the Blair Witch nigga in the rented**lf**Curtains in the five-seven, chunky and short**lf**Bagging dope up in the backseat, your packages walk**lf**Holding my girl wedding ring, she Medellin**lf**Name is Coretta King, live in Alpharetta and she never leave me**lf**Flow freely this is all graffiti, the cloth I''m cut from**lf**Is straight from a rich nigga genie**lf****lf**(Chorus x2: Raekwon)**lf**Yo, Scarface gangstas, criminal niggas up in the trenches**lf**Army coats on, playing the benches**lf**Getting paper, sly, that''s the motto, intelligent goons**lf**Inside a hundred thousand dollar whip, follow**lf****lf**(Verse 2: Rick Ross)**lf**The fucking Juan Don, yeah, Su Wu-Tang**lf**Still gritty, leave the pretty to the females**lf**The watch mother pearl weather seashells**lf**Pick of the litter, have this nigga picking paper up**lf**Twitter thug, I''m the townline strangler**lf**Get ''em up, banging dangerous as angel dust**lf**Cuban Linx smoking stink in the Brink''s trunk**lf**I run with killas who snort powder, extort cowards**lf**Ankle monitors under garments, so fuck showers**lf**I give a fuck what you talking ''bout**lf**Mob meetings, we them only niggas walking out**lf****lf**Sparking purple once a nigga done spaghetti slurping**lf**Fly away in my new, Scabetti, surfing**lf****lf**(Chorus x2: Raekwon)**lf**Yo, Scarface gangstas, criminal niggas up in the trenches**lf**Army coats on, playing the benches**lf**Getting paper, sly, that''s the motto, intelligent goons**lf**Inside a hundred thousand dollar whip, follow**lf****lf**(Verse 3: Ghostface Killah)**lf**Yo, we in the back roasting marshmallows, bottles of Cru''**lf**The dialogue is the big chain niggas is rude**lf**Law library scholars, potatoes over the thirty eights**lf**With bald-heads, all live wires**lf**Eleven homes, six trust funds, came home from doing a dime**lf**We just left Un''s, straight up**lf**And we standing over the stoves, in denim Gibaud''s**lf**Bought a Dairy Queen in Queens right next to Lowe''s**lf**IMAX Theaters, Astoria Waldorf**lf**Philip Drummer suite, pretty young thing sucking my balls off**lf**Bubble baths, hash, zooted up, eyes closed**lf**Silk drawers, fronting in my key lime pie Wall-o''s**lf**And I still got a half a key indeed, Frank Lucas shit**lf**Hidden in coffins, flying over seas**lf**And if you ever try to ruin my night**lf**I''m a make sure my best pawn put like three in your kite**lf**Shot caller, laying in big laws**lf**Rock of Gibraltar, my pinky joint, killer like Orca**lf**Daytime hawk, a nasty street author**lf**Me, Rae and Rick, Uzi''d out in the Porsche''s**lf**Case we gotta Warner bro, like Malcolm-Jamal**lf**I''m a Falcon, Seven Mike Vick with the ball**lf**''Cause I can hut-one, hut-two, disrespect, I hunt you down**lf**Ain''t a muthafuckin'' crew we can''t run through**lf****lf**(Chorus x2: Raekwon)**lf**Yo, Scarface gangstas, criminal niggas up in the trenches**lf**Army coats on, playing the benches**lf**Getting paper, sly, that''s the motto, intelligent goons**lf**Inside a hundred thousand dollar whip, follow**lf****lf**Army shit, nigga**lf**Camouflage, guerrilla shit, nigga**lf**You know what it is, man**lf**Yo, Lex, talk, yeah**lf**Where ya man at? Let''s go**lf**Stay together, my nigga