Intro: Raekwon      Yeah yeah, that's us   Hit me hit me hit me, I ain't got nothin to do with none of that   Besides, whatever   Louis Rich Diamonds (yeah)   12 O'Clock, Gambinos   Those crazy boneyard boys is back once again      Verse One: 12 O'Clock      It's nine-six I'ma bang you with some hits   In two-thousand six I got my son makin hits   A nine to five it's a job to survive   F--k the lies and connives and all them company bribes   I'm Family Ties for my seeds I'd die   I want the whole f--kin pie save them slice for eighty-fives   And besides, see I never had a million   Got beefs that got millions and in buy-outs worth billions   Knotty n-gga with a plan platinum jam   Found a million fans in the Lexus to the Lands   So whose the cat in the comfy black Ac?   As a matter of fact, I sick/six fingers I'm from fat   My projects be the livest that it gets   Watch me ---- back Tex and do murders in the backsteps   I want that b---h with a Lex, a house out in New Mex   She disrespect, she buys a Rolex   12 O'Clock sells you stock business   Drive in Benzes, see my dog were tremendous   In case I didn't mention   I'm killin your whole startin team and all them n----z on the benches   So please play your distance   I'm givin a sentence that pull more pain than a dentist   Most def, I'm professional   Twenty G's a show, Germany to Tokyo   Show me lies, suck my beach   I got fans in Puerto Rico that love what I throw      Chorus: Raekwon      Introducing these nasty immigrants   Who want to flinch, move on him he got bank like Merill/Lynch   Styles recorded like a porcelain swordsman   So let RaZAh rip across your face, you're frosting      Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef      Push this s--t out like nine months   Rock Swahali and suede fronts, get paid from n----z   lifestyle, like a knife in a child   Mail the brick out, Israel, mistrial, blowin like fish scale   Wu, dominate s--t majorly, flavorly   Jubilant cats they keep pagin me   Peace what's the signs ock?   Fruit of life like the apricot   Cocktails tossin em at cops on blocks   Park Hillian, drug hillbillies made billions   Get a gun, kidnap, eight nine Jimmyians   Yo, he had about this amount in his Swiss account   Gunnin this out we reminesces on this b---h's house   Back in time, was a bad fiend   Now I flex mad green get cream seven-fifty n----l gleam   Say hi to chocolate t--i f----d lives    Stop and analyze in eighty-five Hawaiian c--e flex three lives   Caesar Halfmoon, pardon my scalp   Buildin and breathin   You front I'll leave your ass bleedin and sweetened      Chorus       Chorus 1/2      Chorus