[Intro: Ghostface Killah]   Yo, Oh, Yo Rae... I can't feel my face   My heart pounding and shit (audible heart)   Paranoid as a motherfucker right now, who the fuck?   Close the blinds and shit! Who that? Captain Kirk?   The Stark...enterprise, enterprise I was on and some shit?   ..I need some pussy though I'm ready for a Catwoman or something   f-fuck it, lets go!   Aiyyo Shareefa go to the store for me. I need some razors and a fresh box   of baggies, the ones with the tint in them!   Aiyyo son turn that water down a little bit, just a little bit..Thank You   I need two waters, a dutch, and a cranberry Snapple)      [Chorus: sample (Ghostface Killah)]   All around the world today, the Kilo is the measure   (Whoever got the kilos got the candy, man)   A kilo is a thousand grams, its easy to remember   (You never catch the kid going hand to hand)   All around the world today, the Kilo is the measure   (Once you got the funds you got the panties, man)   A Kilo is a thousand grams, its easy to remember   (Throughout the I 9 to 5 I'm the Handyman)      [Ghostface Killah]   Racing through the hood, ski mask off   Criminology hustle, when goons play the heat, blast off   And every direction, protect ya babies, your moms   Late night like Carson Daly, Theo Bailey, we stay armed   Grits box, vacuum tight, concealing the powder   Five fake cans of blow to throw them off wit the flower   Red dots on me, big scopes, bullets the size of nickels   Got Starkey coming out of his coat   I gots to jet, don't look back, my cardio's killing me   Old ladies is like 'Hold ya head, Tone, literally'   All this, for a thousand grams?   I'd rather be a con artist scheaming with a thousand scams      [Chorus]      [Raekwon]   Aiyyo peace to those cooking that raw, powder white   Get your sniff on, scarface niggaz, we getting right   some call it bricks, some call it birds   how many niggaz get they lives tooken playing with shit, then catch a curb   You would go to jail   get caught with this, niggaz'll grow to fail   Stop playing, pot slaying, baking soda and scales   They lived like brothers, word life, connects discovered   most niggaz get hard, from fucking with them pipes and hustlers   Kilos is one thousand grams   You know your ammo better be heavy 'cause soon kids is coming in camo   Protect your land daddy, I'm an announcer   you get caught with an ounce and its over   matter 'fact they takin you down, son      [Chorus]      [Ghostface Killah]   Bricks, Tar caps, powder, cooked up crack   Phones is tapped over franklin's stacks   Kingpins put in bullpens, old connects get paro'   Break out of town when the Jakes take down the Pharaoh   Reason, He was moving that peruvian white   blowing coolies into hoopties , slamming cuties and ice   big heavy pots over hot stoves   Mayonnaise jars of water with rocks in them got my whole projects out of order   A Kilo is a thousand grams   Beige, gold, brown, dirty, fluffy, tan, extract oil cut from cuban plants   The chemist is brolic, pyrex scholars   Professors at war over raw, killing partners for a million dollars      [Chorus]      [Ghostface Killah]   Some say a drug dealers destiny is reachin the ki'   I'd rather be the man behind the door, supplying the streets   A hundred birds go out, looking like textbooks   when they wrapped and stuffed   four days later straight cash, two million bucks   strictly powder, no cut   your coke is vialed in, whats up?   Y'all beefin over little shit, we sniff, the balance split up   In a plane or a penthouse, office or a warehouse   Tony's got it nice, we never heard of any big droughts   A Kilo is a thousand grams   A pile of sand is equivilant, to the eye   It's nice to have a thousand fans   Coke buyers, some be liars   therefore, you check for wires   dedicated dealers, during holidays we give 'em lighters      [Hook: Ghostface Killah]   Red tops, blue tops, green tops, yellow tops   Purple tops, beige tops, white tops, grey tops   Black tops, clear tops, gold tops, pink tops   Silver tops, tan tops, aqua tops, orange tops   Salt tops, long tops, short tops, 12 12's   58 58's, weed bags, ziplocks   Big rocks, coke spots, big glocks, one OT's   Crumbs chopped, hot pots, one plate, crack Spot      [Chorus]      [Malice]   Thirteen getting it, pyrex whipping it   Like UPS, pack it up, shipping it   Whether base or sniffing it, I got your fix   The story's foretold like apocalypse   It was me Michael T.T., handing out freebies   Taking over blocks, telling niggas to be fee   Where big brother 'Vine'll leave the body in the street   Something kinda like how I be bodying the beat   We was 300 deep like the Persian soldiers   Word spread fast, we was serving boulders   Ten crack commandments, holy Moses   If you don't fit must equip icer toners   Never grip they holders, fingers to the snitchers   The New York niggas be taking all our bitches   But we be God damned if taking all our business   Duct tape, hard tops, C.S.I. forensics      [Chorus]