(feat. Ghostface Killah)





[Intro: Raekwon]

Niggas is sitting around, selling it for money

What the fuck is that? Chill chill what up?

Stop playing, man, man, you know what it is, man

Fuck that, you know what it is, yo, nigga what up?

Where that money? Man, yo, yo, yo, come here!

Stop acting like you don't know, you already know



[Raekwon:]

Aiyo, Indian head, jewelry

Out in Egypt with the wrists of fury

Spanking bracelet, rocking Asics

Trick bandit, Ghost is brick granite

At the U.S. Open with my whole len, slapping up fifty scramblers

Niggas said the II was classic, a lot of crack is in the game, yo

But your shit is the only 'lastic

C.R.E.A.M. rap, militant flow, combination with Swahilian dough

Guaranteed we do'se that, in the beast like pizzas

All I know is reefer and street stuff

Stay fly, moving in fleece, what?

Traveling the continents with confidence

Cuban Linx III coming, don't know when, but the time is running



[Sample: Ol' Dirty Bastard from "As High As Wu-Tang Get"]

Duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh, duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duhhhh

You bitch ass niggas...



[Ghostface Killah:]

By any means on, Ron O'Neal lean on

Freestyle, you want it from Ghost? Then throw C.R.E.A.M. on

Suited up, smelling like Fahrenheit with jeans on

Knock the rice out a wedding, come and get your bling on

Next winter we in Allah cabins, small baggage, more savage

Central Park killas, that equals more stabbings

You read the papers, more horrors like Amityville

Profanity kills, you like lint on a raggety silk

We rock bulls, rock jewels, you heard the interludes

Blow up beds in a fifty yard swimming pool

Jumping out of planes for dough, Gucci parachutes

Abdul Raheem written across is the attribute

Suede loafers, 'Lo scarves, my little grandson want

The 20-10 Mercedes-Benz go kart

So he can pull out the lollipop keys on 'em

His pops'll push the Bugatti drop V on 'em

Stampede on 'em, Rap Playoffs got a three-nothing lead on 'em

Sparking MC's like we quoting our degrees on 'em