Lyrics:

**lf****lf****lf****lf****lf****lf****lf****lf** **lf** **lf** **lf** **lf** **lf** **lf** **lf** **lf****lf****lf****lf****lf****lf****lf****lf****lf** f/ Havoc**lf****lf****lf****lf**[Intro: Havoc (Raekwon)]**lf****lf**Let''s go (Yeah, nigga)**lf****lf**Good lookin'' Rae that''s what I''m talkin'' ''bout**lf****lf**(It''s all good don''t worry about it)**lf****lf**You feel what I''m sayin''? (Don''t worry about it)**lf****lf**Yeah (Word up, let''s go)**lf****lf**You know how we gotta come at this niggas, man**lf****lf**Yeah.. come on.. yo.**lf****lf****lf****lf**[Havoc]**lf****lf**Stuck, y''all like gum underneath my kicks**lf****lf**Better move little fucks when the heat I''ll spit**lf****lf**The hammer clap like the ass on a meat-out chick**lf****lf**Dump clips like a trifflin'' ass bitch to drop**lf****lf**If you short you''re a chance in the box**lf****lf**But I ain''t lettin'' you play with the guns in the club, I''m boothin'' the ox**lf****lf**Got my eyes on the ho''s and I''m a peripheral**lf****lf**Got you cowards poppin'' that Moe'', my hand on the ''istol**lf****lf**Wild out, have a ball, you could drink ''til you ''url**lf****lf**Thought the Firewater was strong, the pound''ll leave you curled**lf****lf**on the floor, like a new born baby, God**lf****lf**What you mean ''Is he dead?'', what type of shit is leakin'' out of his head?**lf****lf**When you cowards see the drama and it come to a head**lf****lf**I''m hittin'' Rae up on the jacket, it ain''t much to be said**lf****lf**If it''s on, go without sayin'' somethin'', deliverin''**lf****lf**Visa verca, this is Havoc, baby, we those niggas (we those niggas)**lf****lf****lf****lf**[Chorus 2X: Raekwon]**lf****lf**All that money is us, now what''s fuckin'' wit'' us?**lf****lf**Eh yo all around hungry, that''s us and can''t get nothin'' get it**lf****lf**Eh yo all that money, all them niggas**lf****lf**All them shorties, everybody yell ''All lovely''**lf****lf****lf****lf**[Raekwon]**lf****lf**I chop meat out ya face, Daddy, gladly**lf****lf**Mad breeze on, rubberband currency and I splash ya visa**lf****lf**You know the code, yo caesar low straddlers**lf****lf**Front Streets, cracks all in the front seat spazzin''**lf****lf**Imperial wizards, Staten**lf****lf**Knife game off the chain and I''m with four hundred with wagons yo**lf****lf**Live wires, shoot darts for bread**lf****lf**Any map, I assist that, I''m holdin'' it, all niggas dead**lf****lf**What? Battle for cake and fuck wizzes**lf****lf**We do it straight business, all mount ride, ain''t no fake niggas**lf****lf**Reminisce, spit faces**lf****lf**Pissin'' on the fake little swindler''s list, Rae gave them niggas cake**lf****lf**Battle the gun, you''re wildin''**lf****lf**I might levitatate well, I might take ya shit, push up, stylin'' it**lf****lf**Oxes, reefers, police need us**lf****lf**The regime of Shaolin with Queens re-up**lf****lf**Fuckin'' with the poisonous hand**lf****lf**Remember y''all, no commercial, I hurt you, yo go get ya mans**lf****lf****lf****lf**[Chorus 2X]**lf****lf****lf****lf**[Raekwon]**lf****lf**Eh yo select me, Gucci sneaker recipe**lf****lf**Not the S dot Carters, no disrespect but respect me**lf****lf**One of the top five gangstas alive**lf****lf**My element is just the Elliott Ness, niggas who hide**lf****lf**Yo I ran from some niggas that was police**lf****lf**These niggas heard about me bringin'' marked money in, I had the whole East**lf****lf**I''ve been the greatest, been flippin'' the latest**lf****lf**Somethin'' like the new haggler on the Ave., ham it up, pullin'' haze**lf****lf**And all the young niggas praise me**lf****lf**It''s like the talent of the Six Million Dollar Man, ''yana pace**lf****lf**Come on, banana squeeze, aim at these Caravans**lf****lf**Heard he had his man and that ugly Keish''**lf****lf**Comin'' from a galaxy of hood, hard real people gettin'' ki''s**lf****lf**Fuck wit'' the media, it''s all good**lf****lf****lf****lf**[Chorus 2X]**lf****lf****lf****lf****lf**