Intro: Raekwon, Ghostface      *sniff* *drumbeat* *long sniff*   Plug, *sniff* word yo   *snort* word yo, *s-snort* YouknowhatI'msayin?   *sniff* You know, you know we had the baddest motherfuckin   *long sniff* unit back in the days, kid!   No doubt, no doubt, I know that Son, I know that   You know that, you know what I'm sayin?   I miss all my niggaz, though, believe me   And I'll never forget none of them   Word up, word up   Stovetop, Roofside, you know what I'm sayin   I had these motherfuckin, all these wild-ass niggaz man   You know what I'm sayin, LB?   Yeah yeah yeah yeah   Shit is wild overall, youknowhatI'msayin God?   Yeah yeah yeah yeah   Word up, youknowhatI'msayin?   You know how we do, word up   So you let my shit go on the count of three, though   YouknowhatI'msayin?      [Raekwon]   Fake niggaz throw shit in they drinks   Club nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and chinks   While World of Sport niggaz snort coke by the seconds   Niggaz projects filled with fiends injectin   Morphine, the God seen more CREAM, and upstate   Cousin Reek, almost got hit with fourteen   Chill Pah, the God'll be a Star when you come home   Light bones and let you rock my 3G stone   So, see cousin, yo I was workin, cats I'm jerkin   And uptown these niggaz actin like they hurtin   Keys twenty-four a brick   Columbians be on some bullshit, that's why Poppy got hit   Stay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June   By the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room   Skeyed up, weed the fuck up, to top it off   look beat up, with two crack fiends huggin your seed up   I took care of that, though, but don't worry bout it   I got your back though      Chorus: Raekwon      Yo why's my niggas always yellin that broke shit   Let's get money Son, now you wanna smoke shit   Chill God, yo the Son don't chill Allah   What's today's mathematic Son? Knowledge God      [Raekwon]   Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Gravesmere   Hit a store owner named Mike Lavonia   Italiano, slanted-eyed bangin them fat Milano   Selling coke right out the bottle   Sometime, a nigga brought nines to test with minds   Crazy peace, buying keys in Greece   Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures   Condo with his chick, rockin a gold Vigor   Mafia flicks, tyin up tricks was his main hobby   Teachin his seed, Wu-Tang karate   Mixin drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks   Night time rollin with spics   Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank   Sixteen shots in his fishtank   And his pet piranha, he named him marijuana   Smokin ganja, callin his weed paisandra   Claimin New York was ancient Babylon   Where the sky stayed the color of grey, like her-on   I can't front though, truck loads of indo   Soon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-hoe      Chorus 2X      {*pause*}      Chorus      [Raekwon]   Yeah uh huh, uh huh, Miami niggaz   Word up, show your love   Yeah y'all, yeah y'all, yeah   Word up, London, Europe, Africa   Word up, the fifty-two states, yeah   Catch me later, word up, yeah, yeah   About to make moves and slide like grease   Moves and slide like grease   Moves