(feat. RZA)


[Intro: Raekwon]

I don't want it, I don't want it

Never getting off my grind, cause I

Love you..


[Raekwon:]

They call him Mr. Staten Island, gats, New Balance is coming through

Hood hikers smoking them woods, alotta pull lightning

Neck, finger icey, peel out of rent, niggaz do them good heistes

Halibit fishes, with different colored rices

All my niggaz, behind pots, sturring, blocks we serving

Two for five, slide in the building, heard me?

White fishscale, take a whiff, shit's real

Don't ever approach with no whitey's and big bills

The fuck doctor, I only truck jewelry on gold locking

Most of my money is grounded and gwop it

For every gate caking, we gon' collect the model

Respect it, or get your hand chopped off, drowned in Moet

The places I've been, seen alotta faces on the move

Pacing Yankee hats low, what up Allah, stay gracious

Applying refinement, stretched lands, grams in the SoHo Grand

Where I blaze pussies and purple hazes

Sippin' saki, BET'in it, dick Rocky, Bruce Wayne frame

Froms the creator of Versace, yo

Everybody lit, money to split, on birthday's

We call 'em earth days, buy that nigga a whip

So when the D's pull up, we fully equipped

Checkbook credit card, license fifth, my wife just flipped

Puerto Ric' ass, with skinny TV's, cheese in the ceiling fan

Mister Money from all the flips