Interlude
 (  You know they're killers themselves People die
 for them. You know  guys that I fooled with were killers themselves

 These are the men who lead the crime families of America. I control 26 000
 men. Except for dope  we operate in all aspects of organized crime. And if
 there's one thing I'm sure of, it's that drugs destroy your mind. And destroy
 your home. In the end it'll only lead our country into ruin).....

 GHOSTFACE KILLAH-

 We eat fish, tossed salads and make rap ballads
 The biochemical slang lord'll throw the arrows in the dope fiend
 Vocal chords switch laser beams my triple sevens
 Broke the slot machines out in Queens, Grey Poupon is rebel on rap
 Smack on, swing like batons, most want niggas smoked like Hilshire Farms
 Check the gun we sew, underneath my shoe lies the tap
 That attract bow-legged bitches with wide horse gaps
 In steel mills iron he'll smoke the blow on Duns
 You run heroins, Primatine mist is afraid of my lungs
 Turn my channel, it'll blow your whole bench off the panel
 Like 80 roman candles that backfired then slammed you
 Every day is like a video shoot, check this shit
 I take you back to Playboy, stash guns and whips
 Picture afro, big shish-ka-bobs and daishikis
 1000 civil marched blazed their fists in early sixties

 CAPPADONNA-

 Now check this one, you must have been stupid to miss this one
 'Donna shogunnin' flip a ton of fashion
 Destination be the cash when I step past one
 Don't make me blast one, I'm cold like eskimo flow
 Cappadonna stay chillin' take shots of penicillin
 Clean out and let the steam out, she fiend to blow out
 But I'm equipped with mad white, Morris The Rap got nine lives
 I'll take a few hundred-thousand dollar dives
 and then I still never go down
 Until the last round I shine,
 when RZA do his thing motherfucka, I'ma do mine

 RAEKWON-

 Now, where I come from cats be carryin' Marryin' drug money
 Fuck up your wife, get four to life, claim we handling
 Midtown niggers scramblin', moving examine the fly shit
 Plus quick to buy shit Chef, yeah, you know the whole gods
 Asterick, Fidel Castro suits plus depositin' cash rule big time
 Play it like Canadian wine, RZA 's the rhyme now, the sacredness of
 one's true mind Now let's get colorful like money green
 High roller coaster, Sosa, million dollar nigger roaster
 Yeah, GOD, be havin' my whole steez laced
 now let's wrap our tapes, connect dots
 aim Glocks train style, Figaro fly jewel
 Tri-color Cubans swervin we'll pow with Germans in Suburbans
 24 niggas with vests's on, my own restaurant
 Dons sendin' my sons membership forms
 They still gettin' this paper scraper
 Fake haters from Jamaica, wizards be passin like Lakers
 And if you comin' from Lex, Lewis, Rich Liberace
 Fetus style and block your goals like hockey