[Intro: Raekwon]   Yo, yo, Iron Chef (gracias)   I need some of that, (slide through the back)   I need ya'll to come back to the, (I heard juice)   Back of the store over here (just be easy and tell ya man to be cool)   We got some culinary cats right here, we need you (we'll kill him if he   fault)      [Raekwon]   Ayo, rappers stepping to me, they want a brick, son   But I'm the Chef, my price is 26, son   Move up, about 32 of those and open locker dough   Soldier got locked up, blow killed the doctor   Flamboyant police is X fives, watching my lofts   So many leeches I just left it and walked   My flow wicked, Miami money, moving and ridicly   Geico on the arm froze, rose gold with me   Take baths with white women, lingerie see-through   Taking trips to Iran, my Spanish nigga people   Selling drugs to Flatbush, call my nigga Cecil   Snub with the black gloves, on half-moon Greek do   Killed him in the Bahamas, his wife ran, white van pulled up   They caught him out in Brooklyn with a white man   Slutted out, rosed out, sister was gone, she geeking   She threw the rifle in her mouth and said 'good evening'   Yup, Paul Wall grill line, be getting money, crime thief   I know her from Africa, pretty smile, nine teeth   Gold joints, frames only, Louis Vuitton, Pony   Leather with the matching sweater on, you owe me      [Chorus: Raekwon]   Knock the ash off the blunt, confront niggas who cunt   Swing an ax, tax niggas rhyme different from cats   Specialize in mic rippers, splashes   We the last skippers, big rocks and the block will stick      [Cappadonna]   Beefsteak Charlie niggas eat and they get fat   Chase heads up and down the block and kill rats   Skilled with the gats, even feds don't know where the shells at   The shell trapped up in nice crib with four packs   Four macs, caught a nice cell for four stacks   Yeah, me and my nigga Arafat   Gotta escape but we'll be right back, real soon   Chef cook it up, we got a date with real goons   Telling you Ghost, my connect crazy with the wreck   Pythons used to talk to her sister named Yvette   I speed it up, me and the Linx, was getting weeded up   I beat it up, yeah I hit that, but I ain't seed it up   Meanwhile, back on the block, we seen two trucks   Then the windows rolled down, we see these two fucks   Soon as they jumped out, see these tools bust      [Chorus]      [Ghostface Killah]   Yo, I lit a booger up, rocks is gone, so we bagging up all shape   Binoculars, scanners, we all listen to jake   Ran out of baggies, my mouth is dry   Got them dirty joints all scattered, don't act surprised   Nah, nigga the currency rushes like popping a wheelie   Holding a pipe with one hand, the other down in the Bentleys   You know how it be with the peppermint Clarks   Throwing darts at a hoodrat   Getting slow necked all up in The Bronx   That's all me, thirty four shines, forty four lines   I just chill like Aaron Hall, writing raw rhymes   Like, threw Kool-Aid rubies in a lemonade bezel   When I was 12 in the church, I started packing that metal   A deuce deuce, my supplier was Loose Bruce   Ever since I had the drop, my instinct was to shoot-shoot   This ain't For the Love of Ray J, it's for the love of the AK   Cuz you can get scratched like AJ   Cuban Link Dynasty has emerged, this rap shit stop   I have a team of niggas moving my furs      [Chorus]