Intro: Raekwon the Chef       Yeah yeah, that's us    Hit me hit me hit me, I ain't got nothin to do with none of that    Besides, whatever    Louis Rich Diamonds (yeah)    12 O'Clock, Gambinos    Those crazy boneyard boys is back once again       Verse One: 12 O'Clock       It's nine-six I'ma bang you with some hits    In two-thousand six I got my son makin hits    A nine to five it's a job to survive    F--k the lies and connives and all them company bribes    I'm Family Ties for my seeds I'd die    I want the whole f--kin pie save them slice for eighty-fives    And besides, see I never had a million    Got beefs that got millions and in buy-outs worth billions    Knotty n-gga with a plan platinum jam    Found a million fans in the Lexus to the Lands    So whose the cat in the comfy black Ac?    As a matter of fact, I sick/six fingers I'm from fat    My projects be the livest that it gets    Watch me ---- back Tex and do murders in the backsteps    I want that b---h with a Lex, a house out in New Mex    She disrespect, she buys a Rolex    12 O'Clock sells you stock business    Drive in Benzes, see my dog were tremendous    In case I didn't mention    I'm killin your whole startin team and all them n----z on the benches    So please play your distance    I'm givin a sentence that pull more pain than a dentist    Most def, I'm professional    Twenty G's a show, Germany to Tokyo    Show me lies, suck my beach    I got fans in Puerto Rico that love what I throw       Chorus: Raekwon       Introducing these nasty immigrants    Who want to flinch, move on him he got bank like Merill/Lynch    Styles recorded like a porcelain swordsman    So let RaZAh rip across your face, you're frosting       Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef       Push this s--t out like nine months    Rock Swahali and suede fronts, get paid from n----z    lifestyle, like a knife in a child    Mail the brick out, Israel, mistrial, blowin like fish scale    Wu, dominate s--t majorly, flavorly    Jubilant cats they keep pagin me    Peace what's the signs ock?    Fruit of life like the apricot    Cocktails tossin em at cops on blocks    Park Hillian, drug hillbillies made billions    Get a gun, kidnap, eight nine Jimmyians    Yo, he had about this amount in his Swiss account    Gunnin this out we reminesces on this b---h's house    Back in time, was a bad fiend    Now I flex mad green get cream seven-fifty n----l gleam    Say hi to chocolate t--i f----d lives    Stop and analyze in eighty-five Hawaiian c--e flex three lives    Caesar Halfmoon, pardon my scalp    Buildin and breathin    You front I'll leave your ass bleedin and sweetened       Chorus       Chorus 1/2       Chorus