[Intro]   Where is he?   Concentrating on the job   Don't disturb the Doctor      Yeah   Word up   Who said we ain't the definition of exclusive shit?   Real rap, you know?   Yeah, this is multi-expensive rap here brother   Word up   Time to recreate the power   You know what it is man   Nothing but gangsta shit baby   Let's go Doc I need that prescription   Ey yo (ey yo)      [Verse 1 Raekwon The Chef]   I grew up on the foul side   Nickel-bag valcyte   Purple tops, two for fives   I had seven grams   Outside with my eleven mans   On the corners with a pocket full of contrabands   Running up and down fire-escapes, narcs coming   Jump in the window let your Nikes fly, hide the flakes   Guess up in the hill it was real to me   What a nigga woulda did if you steal from me   All my life around drug niggas villains who want millions   Niggas with them hoodies on with teks in the building   Mad fiends, bags and green, Gillette razors, fly neighbors   All our blazers designer jeans   That's why we live (yup)   Niggas need shit in their crib   Go broke, you go and rope you a Vick   It's just full-time stragglers   Niggas try to take your place   And smile in your face   But still in all backstabbers      [Chorus Lyfe Jennings]   I'm just trying to get on   Leave a couple mil to my kids when I'm gone   And nigga that ain't cologne   It's the smell of this money   I'm just trying to get home   Cuz I don't know when my karma gonna catch up   I don't know when the toilet gonna back up   And put me in some shit that I can't get out of      [Verse 2 Raekwon The Chef]   Come on   Bags of money   Trying to stay rich and fly   Keep it cool, silks and dungarees   Krug glasses and food   Grilled salmon, trying to make a move   Those who knowing they be dapping they dudes   How it do blow a lot of crews stay in the cut   Pacing from here to LA and Hawaii and Cuba   Blue new oozie too serial numbers is braille   So when you rub against it feel on (?)   Now I'm with some special niggas, next level niggas   With rubber bezels who drive Exeleros with jewels   (?) boots on, olive goose, calamari soups   And noodles that spell out "Yall niggas the truth"   What it is baby boy, reclining in a big Benz lazyboy   Endsed up, lenses on, Chips Ahoy   Shipping triple, niggas try to stop the issue   And cock-block but can't stop the official      [Chorus Lyfe Jennings]   I'm just trying to get on   Leave a couple mil to my kids when I'm gone   And nigga that ain't cologne   It's the smell of this money   I'm just trying to get home   Cuz I don't know when my karma gonna catch up   I don't know when the toilet gonna bck up   And put me in some shit that I can't get out of