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[Skit: Raekwon & Ghostface Killah]

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And all that good shit (Yeah)

Know what I'm sayin', you comin'—

You comin' lookin' flavorful, you know what I mean? (Word)

You the— You the whole— You the whole shit of the whole night (Word)

But I seen it, though, know what I'm sayin'? (You seen it, right?)

Like a Zenith, you know? (Yeah, yeah)

My G's too futuristic for that shit, you know what I'm sayin'?  (Yeah, yeah) Word

Yeah, she tried to get a little swerve kid on you?

Tried to, man, know what I'm sayin'? But she didn't— she couldn't pull it off, man (Yeah)

God (Right)

She couldn't pull it off because the drawers, you know? (Word)

Fuck that mess, though, you know what I'm sayin'?

But, yo, though, on the real

Yo, yo, tonight feel like a nigga get burnt, right? (Yeah, yeah)

Feel like you hearin' something tomorrow, right?

Something like "Yo, Flozzy Flozz" (It's the wind, I'm tellin' you)

Yeah, yeah, word (It's the air, I can feel it)

It feel hot, it feel— feel hot at night and shit, like the sun ain't even out (Word, it's like this—)

Yo, the sun don't shine, though, but, you know what I'm sayin'? (Word)

[Intro: Raekwon]

Yeah, one-two, one-two, nigga

Line for line, line for line, how we get down wit' the rhyme

Yo, it be a line for line, line for line, this is how we get down

Yeah, line for line, line for line, this is how we get down, yo

[Verse: Raekwon]

Can you feel me?

Storytellin' rap Magellan, I ain't tellin'

Them niggas ran in the spot for sellin'

Word up, pushed up, man got mushed up

Seen him at a rap show, actin' like Fat Cat, though

Glasses gold, shinin' like a real big boy

This nigga had mega ice on, chips ahoy

Cats surrounded this political brown kid

All out the wind, yo, my man walked in

Pullin' mints out, son had mad clientele

Ordered me Cristal twice, Kion, chill

Watch them niggas, ayo, that clique's from outta state

They bubble weight in Far Rockaway with Blake Carrington

You know the kid with the most dough getters

Anteras on fat shit, clique, they rock Lo sweaters

That's my man, that's my man, too

Call him up on the strength of the Wu

And watch me game duke

Grab the cell, I got a heist to pull off well

At the end of the week, I'm buyin' you a L

Lexus, nigga, I ain't talkin' 'bout Hancock

No time for weed, plus no time to get locked

That night, up in the staircase

Cousin had me laced out, skied all outta my face

We gon' get dat crunchy chump for all of his lump

Don't try to front, you was sweatin' this Hilfiger, nigga

Guess who walked in havin' it? His man from Farragut

Confront him with the Ruger on his back, walk in, black

Where's your man? Where's the sky blue Land at?

Stop playin', Wu in the back, smacked him wit' the gat

Yo, money said he'd be here in fifteen!

He's not lyin', wait for the Millenia green to pull up

He got the Donna Karan shit on, two rings

Six carats a piece plus the chain swings

Like anchors on ships flooded with all diamond chips

Back pockets, two clips, four-fifths wit' rubber grips layin'

Two bottles of brass I was slayin'

Meditatin', red dot be waitin' for my payment

Heard the key in the lock, cocked the Glock, turned the lights out

Dipped behind the couch, Kion, gag his mouth

Infrared at his head when he entered

Butter soft Perry Ellis leather with Dorinda

A friend of Kion's wife, Kenya, the bitch larger than life

Yo, shorty be fuckin' mad Colombian niggas

Fuck it, get on the floor, meet the black Lex Luthor

Strip fast, the bitch had on Claiborne drawers

"Yo, Rae, I'm about to scrape her", chill, Ghost

Thought for a second, turned around, threw the nine in his meatloaf

Yo, where's the cash and the stash that's mixed?

"I don't know", shot his hand, he started screamin' like a bitch