Batman & Robin

[Intro: Raekwon] Yeah; yo shorty, move man You know you ain't supposed to be over here, for real Don't make us come and get you, man Word up, man; tell your brother, man That nigga better come around, man Be good, man, we ain't sweatin' that little bit of money [Verse 1: Raekwon] Flooded the lobby with the big nickels Playin' my square; tall caps only; bitch, eat a pickle I'm melted up with Guess jeans, Champion sweat hood on Philadelphy hat; two [?] blings The Aston is dynamite red Double-pipin' with the wrist lightning white I shit on the hoodlings All we hold is pedico and Eagles, Diesel weed This time, I'm a shit rhymin' for kilos, yo Who dare wan' test us? I flip the accent like Jamaicans Kid, one stare, we shot your peoples I'm always Bally'd up Nigga, you want me? Yeah, we both street I'm under the building, all in me, Yoshi Bugged out, Bugs-Bunny-money niggas Plus my hands is licensed; that's right, shoot up some dummies Dare niggas; it's gon' be hell up in everywhere, when we find you Plus we chopped off your mother hands.. [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] And packaged it up, and then mailed it to your brother's house We want that coke, nigga, every last fuckin' ounce You fuckin' with the wrong team; I'll blow meat off your shoulders Got more than just thugs, I pack heat in my Crown holders Louie Vuitton Wallos, keep a ox in the gummy sole Chain so big, nigga, it look like dummy gold You funny, though; fuckin' with some savage my niggas That'll kill when it comes to six O's in the figure Gun clappin', have 'em ready to bust they triggers You's a goner, gonna find you slumped in the river With a Cuban Link purple tape stuck in your face I'm a ghost, choked out, no prints to trace No leads in the case, got a secret identity Throw loose change in the game, son, peep the documentary I know ya'll motherfuckers like the back of my hand Fuck around with big Ton' and get stomped by the Clan, asshole!