[Intro: Raekwon] F*ck ya'll niggaz is talkin' bout? (clack clack-cla-clack clack) Crunchy chump motherfuckas, ya'll niggaz is all pussy That's my word, ya'll know how the realest niggaz is Don't let me tell ya'll again, bitch, straight up I put all this right there, on niggaz in H.T.M.'s son Aiyo, aiyo, aiyo [Chorus: Raekwon] All magazines lit, fly life we live The lingo is to let, ya'll niggaz know, how niggaz rep I'm set, lightin' the purple in a new jet Triflin' work, let's murder everything that move on the set [Method Man] Goin' back to basics, shit you catch case with Style laced with, arsonic, before you taste it Rap matrix, gemini's is two faced it, I heard Rob Based it "Bad boys" retire out the game just like Mase did Dish it out and take it To where I'm bout to go and everybody ain't gon' make it [Raekwon] Blow shipments out the rap shit, clap shit Most of us attack shit, mean Benz, ballin' wit the bad chick Take over, quick fast, violate, slap shit And every borough, state, town, prison, map shit Makeover hoes that blow, they attract dick Shine on my jims, glow, on the low, slap dick To every mean queen clean, keep it black chick My motto, CREAM, green bottle of the phat shit [Chorus: x 2] [Interlude: Allah Mathematics scratched samples up (Cappadonna)] "Brothers respect mine!" - Raekwon (Uh, uh, what, for real nigga, step the f*ck off?) [Cappadonna] Ah-yo, Ice Cream, real niggaz in whips Fur coats, Gucci boots and shit, fly honey dip Streets and clips is what we live for, rub on the floor Ox in the jaw, rockin' the four, rugged and raw Righteous and more, we the gliders, the outsiders Killa Bee hivers, the big boy drivers The conivers, the four fivers, survivors We the livest and carry the heaters, coke is in the meters Six to eight seaters, circle the mind readers Pumas, Nikes, and Adidas, hip hop achievers Love hood rats and love divas, love money, love sex Love vets, love weed and love wrecks [Method Man] All in together now, follow me the Method Raw individual, the enemy you slept with No love here, no tender, love and care But M.C.'s, I'm starvin', niggaz best before For consumption, for wack assumption You can catch a bad one or somethin' From shotgun, you know I'm pza-pza-pumpin' Jumpin', thumpin', get crunk and Drunk inside the function +Uncontrolled+ with the +Substance+ +Beneath the Surface+ there's +Redemption+ For Bobby Digital +Supreme Clientele+ convention, +Nigga Please+ Immobilarity they can't breath til they +Blackout!+ I used to write and smoke L's in the crackhouse Pull your wig like a potato then I mash out Check your ego at the door Better wipe your feet before you step me, or it's yourz! [Chorus: x 2]
Written by: CLIFFORD SMITH, COREY WOODS, DAVID PORTER, DENNIS D. COLES, GARY E. GRICE, ISAAC HAYES, JASON S. HUNTER, LAMONT JODY HAWKINS, PETER O. PHILLIPS, ROBERT F. DIGGS, RUSSELL T. JONES
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