Intro: Ghostface Killer      Tommy Hil' rockin ice niggaz   Tommy Hil' ice rockin niggaz who fuck...   Mira, afrente   Take a one on one to this shit y'all (yeah)   Get your nostrils clear (yeah)   Come on, sniff your brains out   All my Al Capone, Al Pacino niggaz (yeah)   Who's down with drug smuggling   Cappadonna, Golden Arms      Verse One: Ghostface Killer      Yo, yo   Take out the rap kingpin, the black Jesus   I know a few niggaz sniff coke, it cause seizures   Peace to half-moon Caesars   and all the bitches in the bleachers   Hot weather, sex on the beaches   Jury shopping out of the country   Deluxe luxury, people saying dem not change   Look, truckle me   But what about the Wonder Woman bracelet   Two-oh point three diamond cut engraved rubies   Kid I laced it   My sweet tooth gotta nigga throbbin, ready for robbin   But first hit Maria's, for a butter almond   The bionic microphone is stacked mechanic   Move like a bunch of Mexicans with bandanas   Son, it's on so we can just Maximillion   I got the spot sewn, so we can make a billion   The God's tropical   Ladies call me black fruit punch   Rainbow, flavored niggas murder niggas for lunch   Peace to the Paris crew in the avenue, and my nigga Jay Love   Who carries switch blades on the red roof      Verse Two: Cappadonna      Yo, the first branch, the third leaf, whoever want it got beef   I politic, show love, crush those who dare creep   Into my realm of sunshine I praise divine   Fine line between dawn of dumb, deaf and blind   He ain't mine, he shook like the faggots on daytime   Crossed over grain while we was bubblin moonshine   Sippin on the Moet, laid up, Rae-Gambino   Mastermind the plan, Tony Starks, Cappachino   Develop while your head be swellin up all for the nation   Blinded by the ice while I release the confrontation   Donna holy fat bads of weed, ravioli   Pasta, Bodyguard the killa bee songs like Kevin Costner   Infrared all inside your bumba rasta   Cappadonna pimped the derby like the mobster      Interlude: Ghostface      Yeah, yeah   Eight spaghetti lame brain ass niggaz   Quarters, nickels, and dimes bitch   Except for overtime nigga   Any ass money should be fine   Cause I'm coming strong, reaking niggas backs   Keepin shit real   If you haven't noticed this crazy ass rusty, ass nigga   Let me tell you this four times   Tony Starks, Raekwon the chef   Cappachino and Golden Arms   Is comin through mad strong   From the isles of Shaolin   For all them faggot ass   Rusty ticket-head bitches too   Shump shump baby      Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef      Yo back in the days, baggin crack, scrapin plates   Flippin cakes to them heavy head niggaz hatin Jakes   It be us, all the war's soldiers, hangin in halls gettin over   City niggaz who for blood money rockin Rovers   Stay dipped, don't have no money in your pocket   In the streets while these people mark money in their Jeep   Crack bums watch your back for jumps   Caught before a fake twenty dollar bill   Get em son, we ain't the one   Politickin, purse vickin, sick of these Dominicans   Eatin good, had to shoot my way up out of Bennigans   That's life, to top it all off, beef for white   pullin bleach out tryin to throw it in my eyesight   Yo what the fuck was on yo mind?