Intro:      [Raekwon]   One for you, one for me   Two for you, one-two for me   Three for you...   [Ghostface]   What? I'll smack fuck out ya   Smack fire out your fuckin ass, what the fuck you think this is man?   Get the fuck up outta here man   [Raekwon] So yo matter of fact, the man is back   [Ghostface] Think my head is madder than fuckin fire   [Raekwon] Shit aight, this ain't even enough burn right here   This ain't enough   [Ghostface] Fuck it man   [Raekwon] We gonna shoot right over there   And yo them niggaz got the big CREAM over there   So just chill   [Ghostface] So let's do this the fuck up, roll up like tropical kid   Don't play me like I got a flowerpot head kid   Just chill man   [Raekwon] On the real let's go get this money fast Son   I know how we gotta do this kid    *shots fire*   [Ghostface] Scrungy-head motherfucker      Verse One: Raekwon the Chef      Lay on the crime scene, sippin fine wines   Pullin nines on, UFO's, takin they fly clothes   They eyes closed, we gettin loot   No doubt, check the word of mouth, unheard about   Guns go off and now a murder bout   I'm out   My raps play the part like a Get Smart secret agent   in a maze and, styles blazin, Johnny Blaze and Tony Starks in a daze and   rhymin, my nigga Lou Diamond will wrap it up   We like Meth to go and fuck with Noodles   Havin them poodles on the lockdown buyin me   Amarett-ahs, and chewables, stackin pharmecuetical   Rap niggaz on dust and wools   Yo, I told you, some kill rob and fold   The gold's untold, fuck it it beats parole   So stroll marvelous, soul controller   of the whole globe, god damn I got it sewn   And yo, whattup pop, pop the suitcase high   And we can talk, you can walk out the fuckin building   And get caught, save the fully inflatable   Rap relatable, drug relatable   Niggaz here to play with you   A hundred dollar Rottweiler goes to spot sellers   Guns and glocks go to niggaz who got props   on top, jail niggaz get mad bigger   And yo, mail a guy about a hundred pictures   Word to momma, this rap wonderama team got drama   Comma, plus smoke realize marijuana   Chef may resign to boat across the Farasana   Immaculate plus all my guns so accurate   They get CREAM and the cuisine in Queens   I told you, money stated with the night beams, and two rings      Crazy fat, gettin ready to do this shit   [Ghostface] Sniff mad shit man, what the fuck   *car peels and crashes*      Verse Two: Ghostface Killer      Who's the Knucklehead, wantin respect?   Chop his fingers in the drug game, money well known   Lead singer, humdinger, flash is the aftermath   Here's his photograph   Run up in his lab, take off the mask Chaz and think fast   Don't laugh, bag the cash, grab the hash, don't forget his stash   Grab the tear gas, and place it in his face fast   The full blast   ...   Then skate to the next state   Further upstate, I heard they got crazy weight   Bagged up by the gates, in crates like disco breaks   Yo look out for Jakes, give it all it takes   Let's burn the place before we motivate   Yo Blake, niggaz don't fink, rape his mate   if the bitch scream, for God's sake, grab the grey tape   It's by the plate, with the blow crushed up with the flakes   Killer snakes, four bodies found floatin in lakes   Drug related, paper talkin bout the kids who didn't make it   Hits without a trace, never seen the Big C Rae and Ghostface   Congratulations Chef, let's celebrate and sip an eighth      Verse Three: U-God      The rap scar is on rap chrome   Put it on seal it on, we're silicone   Spark it on your Talkathon   This rap phenomenon, to word is bond to the arms   Hit me on the hip and horns, rap chaperone   Scars tone, bar clones, war tones, raw tones   Blowin out the door, bones but   Your rap's fraudulent, float in these rap quarter inches   Reinforced with suspense, be on your rap sword defense   These microphone professional, sensational   Fully operational, I got NIGGAZ here to play with you   You know the steez you know my whole program   Brothers from the No-Lands, all we want is the G's   guns and grams, livin fat like the Hoffa   Mafia, sippin eatin pastas   Layin in the house tellin the seeds about the sagas   Before we got Germanic and thoughts got sporadic   We grabbed golden tablets and quick guarded the Abbots   Slugs hit the belly put tones into the telly   Sucker tried to knock me out the box like skelly   I smoke the weed dreams I drop top two degrees   Honeydips spendin G's on nails and hair weave   The crime boss, takin no loss, excessive force   We can play the A-Train, back of the iron horse      Yo man, knahmsayin? Fuck it man   *car squeels and crashes twice*