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Intro: Raekwon  Ghostface 

*sniff* *drumbeat* *long sniff* 
Plug  *sniff* word yo 
*snort* word yo  *s snort* YouknowhatI'msayin? 
*sniff* You know  you know we had the baddest motherfuckin 
*long sniff* unit back in the days  kid! 
No doubt  no doubt  I know that Son  I know that 
You know that  you know what I'm sayin? 
I miss all my niggaz  though  believe me 
And I'll never forget none of them 
Word up, word up 
Stovetop, Roofside, you know what I'm sayin 
I had these motherfuckin, all these wild-ass niggaz man 
You know what I'm sayin, LB? 
Yeah yeah yeah yeah 
Shit is wild overall, youknowhatI'msayin God? 
Yeah yeah yeah yeah 
Word up, youknowhatI'msayin? 
You know how we do, word up 
So you let my shit go on the count of three, though 
YouknowhatI'msayin? 

Verse One: Raekwon 

Fake niggaz throw shit in they drinks 
Club nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and chinks 
While World of Sport niggaz snort coke by the seconds 
Niggaz projects filled with fiends injectin 
Morphine, the God seen more CREAM, and upstate 
Cousin Reek, almost got hit with fourteen 
Chill Pah, the God'll be a Star when you come home 
Light bones and let you rock my 3G stone 
So, see cousin, yo I was workin, cats I'm jerkin 
And uptown these niggaz actin like they hurtin 
Keys twenty-four a brick 
Columbians be on some bullshit, that's why Poppy got hit 
Stay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June 
By the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room 
Skeyed up, weed the fuck up, to top it off 
look beat up, with two crack fiends huggin your seed up 
I took care of that, though, but don't worry bout it 
I got your back though 

Chorus: Raekwon 

Yo why's my niggas always yellin that broke shit 
Let's get money Son, now you wanna smoke shit 
Chill God, yo the Son don't chill Allah 
What's today's mathematic Son? Knowledge God 

Verse Two: Raekwon 

Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Gravesmere 
Hit a store owner named Mike Lavonia 
Italiano, slanted-eyed bangin them fat Milano 
Selling coke right out the bottle 
Sometime, a nigga brought nines to test with minds 
Crazy peace, buying keys in Greece 
Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures 
Condo with his chick, rockin the gold vigor 
Mafia flicks, tyin up tricks was his main hobby 
Teachin his seed, Wu-Tang karate 
Mixin drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks 
Night time rollin with spics 
Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank 
Took sixteen shots in his fist to bank 
And his pet piranha, he named him marijuana 
Smokin ganja, callin his weed paisandra 
Claimin New York was ancient Babylon 
Where the sky stayed the color of grey, like her-on 
I can't front though, truck loads of indo 
Soon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-hoe 

Chorus 2X 
*pause* 
Chorus 

Outro: Raekwon 

Yeah uh huh, uh huh, Miami niggaz 
Word up, show your love 
Yeah y'all, yeah y'all, yeah 
Word up, London, Europe, Africa 
Word up, the fifty-two states, yeah 
Catch me later, word up, yeah, yeah 
About to make moves and slide like grease 
Moves and slide like grease 
Moves

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