Intro: Ghostface Killer
 Tommy Hil' rockin ice niggaz
 Tommy Hil' ice rockin niggaz who fuck...
 Mira  afrente
 Take a one on one to this shit y'all (yeah)
 Get your nostrils clear (yeah)
 Come on  sniff your brains out
 All my Al Capone  Al Pacino niggaz (yeah)
 Who's down with drug smuggling
 Cappadonna  Golden Arms

 Verse One: Ghostface Killer

 Yo, yo
 Take out the rap kingpin, the black Jesus
 I know a few niggaz sniff coke, it cause seizures
 Peace to half-moon Caesars
 and all the bitches in the bleachers
 Hot weather, sex on the beaches
 Jury shopping out of the country
 Deluxe luxury, people saying dem not change
 Look, truckle me
 But what about the Wonder Woman bracelet
 Two-oh point three diamond cut engraved rubies
 Kid I laced it
 My sweet tooth gotta nigga throbbin, ready for robbin
 But first hit Maria's, for a butter almond
 The bionic microphone is stacked mechanic
 Move like a bunch of Mexicans with bandanas
 Son, it's on so we can just Maximillion
 I got the spot sewn, so we can make a billion
 The God's tropical
 Ladies call me black fruit punch
 Rainbow, flavored niggas murder niggas for lunch
 Peace to the Paris crew in the avenue, and my nigga Jay Love
 Who carries switch blades on the red roof

 Verse Two: Cappadonna

 Yo, the first branch, the third leaf, whoever want it got beef
 I politic, show love, crush those who dare creep
 Into my realm of sunshine I praise divine
 Fine line between dawn of dumb, deaf and blind
 He ain't mine, he shook like the faggots on daytime
 Crossed over grain while we was bubblin moonshine
 Sippin on the Moet, laid up, Rae-Gambino
 Mastermind the plan, Tony Starks, Cappachino
 Develop while your head be swellin up all for the nation
 Blinded by the ice while I release the confrontation
 Donna holy fat bads of weed, ravioli
 Pasta, Bodyguard the killa bee songs like Kevin Costner
 Infrared all inside your bumba rasta
 Cappadonna pimped the derby like the mobster

 Interlude: Ghostface

 Yeah, yeah
 Eight spaghetti lame brain ass niggaz
 Quarters, nickels, and dimes bitch
 Except for overtime nigga
 Any ass money should be fine
 Cause I'm coming strong, reaking niggas backs
 Keepin shit real
 If you haven't noticed this crazy ass rusty, ass nigga
 Let me tell you this four times
 Tony Starks, Raekwon the chef
 Cappachino and Golden Arms
 Is comin through mad strong
 From the isles of Shaolin
 For all them faggot ass
 Rusty ticket-head bitches too
 Shump shump baby

 Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef

 Yo back in the days, baggin crack, scrapin plates
 Flippin cakes to them heavy head niggaz hatin Jakes
 It be us, all the war's soldiers, hangin in halls gettin over
 City niggaz who for blood money rockin Rovers
 Stay dipped, don't have no money in your pocket
 In the streets while these people mark money in their Jeep
 Crack bums watch your back for jumps
 Caught before a fake twenty dollar bill
 Get em son, we ain't the one
 Politickin, purse vickin, sick of these Dominicans
 Eatin good, had to shoot my way up out of Bennigans
 That's life, to top it all off, beef for white
 pullin bleach out tryin to throw it in my eyesight
 Yo what the fuck was on yo mind