[Rae] No tricks, no tricks baby   [Nas] Yeah, aiyyo Rae   [Ghf] Check it out y'all   [Nas] It's the science   [Ghf] Fly wonderful   [Rae] Yeah y'all   [Nas] Tony Starks and umm Lex Diamonds   [Ghf] Tony Starks, my nigga Nas   [Rae] Strength my whole team is eatin off this type of shit   [Nas] For all the fake niggaz out there, yaknahmean   [Ghf] Word up   [Rae] Good shit, nigga next time, no more whatever shit   [Nas] Fakes be celebratin but they be mistaken   [Ghf] Word to the wise   [Rae] Keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front pocket   [Ghf] All types of shit, yo son   [Rae] Rock it, RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet   [Nas] Tell em it's on right?   [Ghf] Show those crabs how to rhyme   [Rae] RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet   [Ghf] It's only like five percent out of a hundred   [Rae] RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet   [Ghf] Do it to em baby      Verse One: Nas      Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold   I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe   When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast   to conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streets   Live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun   Trick my Wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my son   Smoke a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly   I'm grungy, but things I do is real it never haunts me   while, funny style niggaz roll in the pile   Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's Isle   Holdin weed inside they pussy with they minds on the   pretty things in life, props is a true thug's wife   It's like a cycle, niggaz come home, some'll go in   Do a bullet, come back, do the same shit again   From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable   Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual      Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef      Perhaps bullets bust niggaz discuss mad money   True lies and white guys, we can see it through the eyes   Catch the most on tape, kilos disintegrate   Pyrex pots, we break, fiends lickin plates   In the building niggaz building, like little children starin   Them older niggaz aint carin   Sirens circlin fiends are lurkin in your baggage   oh, one's gone now, what, smack him in his cabbage   In the woodwork, crack cells bubble like Woolworth's   in the projects, richest niggaz rockin all the real worth   Police questioning, rooftop cats invested in   Tradin in they Lexus' GS's sendin messages   Two and two makes four, Cristal's crazily pour   Gun wars my crew phantom like swords      Verse Three: Ghostface Killer      With the green leathers, hunded pound snakes and cakes   Fiends found in lakes, jeolously Jakes we shake   What I strive for is what I live for   Infatuated by material things, and it's wild like for war   like somewhere over the rainbow, I see a big pot of gold   Future stacks yo I hold   Thousands of cracks bagged up inside the shoebox   Don't keep jack in my lap, don't wanna see Tupac   Got two spots, a new lot, flooded with rocks   Shoot-outs making me hot, crooked cops Bad Tony and the ball drop   In the Now, I'm bangin niggaz for slide time   Hurry up Duke I'm next, show em mine   And what the fuck is you looking at?   By the way young blood, hit me off with that Green Bay hat   Watch your back inside the hall, new niggaz slide through   like doors yo, you're starin in the mess hall   Your adrenaline runs, cigarette niggas be swindlin   New jacks surrenderin, come home not rememberin   Made bail with different size kicks on, a white dress shirt   Lookin gay in the yard, and you got hurt   Flashbacks, of the day room, mop ringer style   Your faggot ass got bashed tryin to turn the dial   You told your boo you was whylin   Once you heard Wu, out of the blue, your family's from Shaolin   High class cooks, throw on vestes out of phone books   Infirmary niggas are screaming, "I got drugs!"   Sharpen toothbrushes 190 mixed with baby oil and shit   Your man's in the kitchen stashing ice picks   Well I'ma end this with a big red cherry on top   Me, Nas and Rae got the best product on the block      [Rae] Strength my whole team is eatin off this type of shit   [Ghf] Word up, throw your hands up   [Rae] Good shit, nigga next time, no more whatever shit   [Ghf] Cock back the Mac an say whatever   [Rae] Keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front pocket   [Ghf] Your Hawaiian's stale, exoticness, fly shit   [Rae] RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet   [Ghf] Floatin on in nine-five in the basement