| «I told you a long time ago you fuckin little monkey
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| not to FUCK ME.»
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| «Hey hey, who the FUCK you think you goin for huh??!»
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| «Who the fuck you think I am your fuckin dough-boy?»
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| «You wanna go to war… Wanna go to war, OK?»
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| Comin up on half a mil, we build
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| Get real God, taking you on another one Son
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| Uhh, Julio Igleasias
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| Makin CREAM like that nigga
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| Verse One: Ghostface Killer
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| Yo, first of all son, peep the arson
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| Many brothers I be sparkin and bustin mad light inside the dark
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| Call me dough snatcher, just the brother for the rapture
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| I handglide, holdin on strong, hard to capture
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| Extravagant, RZA bake the track and it’s militant
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| Then I react, like a convict, and start killin shit
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| It’s manifested, the Gods work like appliances
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| Dealin in my cypher I revolve around sciences
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| The ninth chamber, nigga trapped inside my hallway
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| You try to flee but you got smoked up by the doorway (blaow! blaow! blaow!)
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| No question, I send your ass back, right to the essence
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| Your whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you restin
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| While I’ll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops
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| Throwin niggaz off airplanes cause CASH RULES
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| Everything around me black as you can see
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| Swallow this murder one verse like God degree
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| Then analyze my soundtrack for satisfaction
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| You adapt like a flashback chain reaction
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| Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef
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| Just a minute son…
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| AK’s black bust back like seventy Macs
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| I’m all that, street niggaz knowin my steez black
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| Ron G, you know he coincide with me see
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| Marvelous, Menace fo’Society
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| But anyway, let’s toast, champagne thoughts with Ghost
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| I max the most shotguns through the nose
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| Phonograph hip-hop put me on top
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| 'Lo wears, and Tommy Hil fly shit with a knot
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| The witty unpredictable live shit, drive by shit
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| Do or die shit, I’ll take your lie and shit
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| And then you know I’m runnin through the penal foul
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| Four-toothed child was wild
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| The old lady snitched, but fuck it, you know it, one love kid
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| No I’m not doin a nid
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| Too much to get for what cause six niggaz got
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| stuck, and the nigga chain was truck
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| Yo fuck that, Criminology rap
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| Speakers stay jet black floating in the flyest Ac Nigga… bring it!
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| Yeah
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| Outro: Raekwon
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| Much love go to New York City
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| All my Tommy Hil ice rockin niggaz |