Belt Holders/Eldarado

[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, uh-huh, yo, yo [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Portable DATs, Sony headphones El Dorado's, thousand dollar bottles, get blown Diplomat Willie's, Millie Jackson chicks, dusted out Blondie Slide me, we wrote the bowl, we take the magnets Man handling mics, wool scarves, Evil Knievel bikes, I like eggs in my rice Circus money, read the Staten Island funnies Eighty seven, Shallah rock, lotto's and the gumby Tri-boro, fly negro, rap for Glaciers Do it for cee-lo games, cases, battle for bitches Million dollar cribs, grandfather gamble those wit ribs, yes he did Life is wonderful, fly living rooms, brass brooms Catch me in the city of Watts, dusted out with Doc Doom Slide you, thirty six to the hip, you need Neo Sock it to me G.O., the block we spot V.O Live at the handball session, white Wimbledon's Send them, my throat is the top session for men Rap graduate, seen through the needles that was used by dopes Fuck around and get rocked for three notes And fuck your bitch ass alligators When I see you on stage, throw out the gauge, my man's dough made us [Verse 2: Raekwon] Aiyo, elephant guns, mad ounces, colorful whips Slapped up bouncers, pouches Ball like a unit, fly fragrance, faceless Rarely out of spaceships, many fakes got lynched We all pornographic, taylor made mortals Leanin' on suede walls, leather's on, ballers Maybe Benz lenses, sprayin' out of sixes, Christmas money Vicious consolidated drama rip bitches The rich version of black, skyscraper paper Wu belt makers, show & prove that all my shit match Tri-colored diamonds, foreign color five All kinds of iron, Swiss cheese, yea, big boy, we giants