[Intro: Ghostface Killah]   Ight, now, this is how we gon' do this shit   Youknowhatimsaying? Niggaz wassn't out in the streets back then   When was doing this shit son, youknowhatimean?   Yeah, check the story      [Ghostface Killah]   I done flushed bags of powder down project toilets   You could of found of me on the steps dusted, unable to call it   Jums in my pocket, the rental was stolen, tapping pockets   On the local drug dealers, just to see what they holding   I know, niggaz with crack viles stuck to they colon   The acid, done bubbled up, now they stomach's is swollen   That just, life in the hood, surrounded class, who we bag in our stash   The ultraviolet haze, we hit it and pass   We toast to the Ghost of old days, yeah, old ager hump   We rap renegades, must stay paid      [Chorus: Raekwon (Ghostface Killah)]   Get money (get money) Get money, Ghost (get money)   Get money (get money) Get money, Ghost (get money)      [Ghostface Killah]   Big fluffed out gooses on, Stan Smiths   The housing cops can suck our dicks, we jumping out   Of convertible matchbox shits, next drip inhaling   Chilling, my throat frozen, my orange brick   Bottles of Cru', bitches with Baby Phats, they swinging ax   They singing, you still blinging, daddy, now bring it back   The smokest rap nigga, honey, I'mma need a match   To bust the game wide open, I'mma need an ax   I juggle this, practice, smuggle heroin in the cactus   Keep a hood, I still go and fuck a fat bitch   Actress, slinging the backs of five Cleopatras   A cocaine Chef, I stretch money like elastic   My raps is bigger, dynamics with the muscle advantage   Jake Cutler on dust, when I blam shit      [Chorus]      [Raekwon]   Yo, we been bagging since 18, kid, Polo Rugs on with gloves on   Rented cars, fronting on winning broads   Gum slow, half moon, leather pants, Avia' days   Keep your hands off my blunt and my waves   Beneton, Superman bomb, everybody in the lobby, we clapping   Hats on, protecting your moms, you know how we play   Spray something down if the team say   It's on, I dedicate my lines to the PJ's   Triple beams, Pyrex jars, smoking nickle weeds   All we did is look mad fly, icicle rings   Whatever homeboy, you want it? You could get your receipt   A little closer, you can sense we got heat, it's only me   Plus four other ill gangstas, we all anxious   To blow up your block and spank shit      [Chorus]      [U-God]   Yo, I'm down for the get down, hit the town, sick the bloodhounds on 'em   I rip clowns, I flip pounds, I spit rounds   I'm on the prowl, my stomach growl, crushed by the crowd   Rush through Loud Records, drop mushroom clouds   I'm not a rapper, I'm spellbound, I melt down   Your G-Force, with heat walks   Free falling to a better money, bet he's hungry   Spread the honey, big head inside the Humvee   Mix lead inside my lungies, spend bread on my Dungarees   And such and such, Ghost plugged me with this slut   Don't hug me, bug me, I'm ugly when I fuck   I'm hard like a jungle hunter, bust off in Heather   Double cross me, lift your boss off your feet, 'course he's feather   Whatever, whatever, he cried indepence   Tennis players get fried, playing both sides of the ends   Keep your eyes on your friends, cuz they spy for the feds   Watch me rise from the dead, I got ties with the dreads      [Chorus]