[Raekwon]   Take it off, sho' 'nough kid   Take it off   We gon' take it from the East to the West   to the North to the South   Show y'all what it's about   Don't make me throw no gun in your mouth   You know?   How long is your CREAM? This long?      Eh yo, his belt got karats in it   Swift description, E-320 nigga pitchin   Rock a raw dinosaur chain, hang to his thing   It's like, he pump isolated, still cashin in CREAM   Niggas in the hood hate him, drew a vase of him   Blaze 'em, he actin like Shallah raisin him   This is hydrogen, son ain't live as him   He like Maguyver, chin 4 spies with him   Roll relentless, desert that he hold is a gift wish   Shash the list, give his miss dick   Technique, operation: tech scream   Bet CREAM, them alligators jet like a vet swing   Nigga like Nicolas Cage with the gauge in your braids   2 cannons that'll spray, rockin banana suede   Suck this drunk alcohol dick   Fuck y'all niggas with hits   We bout to shit on y'all shit      [Triflyn]   Y'all brothas wanna call us out?   Name names, otherwise it'd be the best to shut the fuck up   Get pimp-smacked up, jacked up and macked up   You're scared and froze of bein exposed   I own Harlem, I bone Harlem, call me the mayor   It's my borough, you don't want no problems   I'm on now, you dead pop, all jokes aside   I ride the top, you glide the bottom   Pitfall, 5 foot 9, my dick, balls   Shit y'all, leave flat line to stick your's   We flip off basic and brace it   8 kills, 47 ways to taste it   Never understand what you never been told   You did your book bitin off of my scrolls   We hit man, Colombo, coats and hats to match   Bust off quick, and then, guns go back      [Superb]   I move like Arthur Ash against God   4 raquets, 8 balls and no practice   Every cypher's a heated discussion   The industry was like a beat that needed precussion   I brun the music, shit that make crews flip   State that I'm the illest, this is Q.U. shit   I used to heat-hole, now I'm takin over like the repo'   Bitches that roll, Cee-Lo that'll sniff a kilo'   We went from Frank's and greens to shanks and beans   Now we drive our Navigators to banks in Queen's   Y'all can't fuck around, your words ain't right   Every time I touch the mic, they say "Perb ain't right"   But that's the truth though, d'oh, infact that's it   When they drop this shit, I'm gon' cop that shit   The new star, you want me? I'm at the juice bar   Y'all once hap' niggas, give me 2 stars      [Chip Banks]   I heard what y'all rappin about, but bring your stash out   You shouldn't throw rocks if you livin in glass house   Sneak your weak shit at us, on the low though   Where these cats come from, speakin about po'   He got cash to cop and I'm crashin {*car crashing*}   But half of y'all cats just catchin up to Rae' last year   Got guns in the jungle, call 'em Jurassic   The chrome, the steel, the 20-shot plastic   While y'all niggas cop jars, me and my niggas cop bars   Gettin head from rock stars   We blowin everything apart, I'm smashin the charts   How I see it? (Yo, how you see it?)      Chorus: Raekwon      Eh yo, what you wanna be when you grow up?   Yo, I wanna be a leader   Slow your speed up and stop tryin to be us   Say somethin always, got a future? Stay out the hallways   And get yourself right, a 100 more ways      [Rhyme Recca]   Fly like iceberg, nice with verbs, precise words   Bently swerve, hit the curb, jump out, cock back, spit out   Shut your block down, get out, criminal route   Gangsta shit, can't talk now, gun in your mouth   Cream Team killas, cacoon cats like caterpillars   Giant size gorillas, break niggas backs from the skrilla   Scratch, greenback track, Fed's berserk   That's my word, disrespect Recca, get what you deserve   Inferno, melt down mic's, millionaire in my afterlife   Broke bread with Christ on the last night   Apocalypse, sleep with 4-5th, 2 clips   Passport, cellphone with the removable micro-chip   Specialist, 40-karat Sicillian necklace   Matching bracelet, Cream Team crisp the basic