[Intro: Raekwon]
Hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me
I don't wanna here nuttin'
Word Up, got to pay
Yeah, Its like that right
Blow his Back out, make his shoes work
[Raekwon]
Aye Yo, this shit be off the knock it rock
Whatever cock block it cat get blown, who own this
street corner, foreigner hesitate to rock a Hummer
Navy Seal top runner, rhyme this summer
For real, marinating nigga's skating
Debating waiting, style flowinly relating
Fine line switch it on ya like Venetian blinds
The mission is mine, fabulous King I Divine
Titanium Hydro collado, Yo dunn dunn
polly dis conjunction, Son what, slang doctor
Medicaid the kids pay it
say if these niggas in affect dunn, stay rap related
Cassette rhymer, 5-G cosigner, line for liner
Poet designer, sharp like liners
Mic of the year award, fly gear award
Them niggas over there be analysing for one sword
Get bent, pay the rent, plus still we invent
Nuff shit to get your whole team crazily sent
Now all I need is a half gallon of weed
Proceed, to bust as Mike Ditka made three seeds
Then Max out like two Ack's inside the parking lot
Son bark a lot and get seen hit in that dark a lot
What now blow, clicking like a calico
Gold Maximilian, one love keep it real yo
[Ghostface Killah]
Yo, hit me for these Tommy Hill, ice rocking niggas
Peace, the summers mine, I blow the biggest
Back up off me, while I grab my dick and hold the Heini
Park the Blue 600, Wally kings is right behind me
Tackle clubs, never rock Lugz, I'm way above
These mic's is like golden gloves verses spark plug
Its like the pennant, Seminars the Play-off
Start the J off like Cochran got OJ off
The Specialist who eye balled the mistress necklace
Perpetuous, this curly head kid's treacherous
Leggo the Eggo, so we can dip dip dive the gleego
Throwing can-can, eat that plus this Instrumental
Awwww Shit say Stark-aligist, Starks-aligist
Fried fish halibut pull out the bull horn
and celebrate like Kunta was born
we elbowed our way inside loud and got on
I played the building, burn a branch and get filled in
Like Pilgrims G-ing Pepperidge Farms from out a million
who wanna rhyme? who wanna challenge the swordsman?
that rock that fisherman hat like Gordon's
[U-God]
I hose down the place no shots to the face
Elite Special force no religion style faith
The melting pot boil gun shot drama soil
Gamble when I scramble handle hot pots of oil
Man handle brain killing erect my hidden
Streets may be potent put your 96 bid in
Vampire Curse disperse on each verse
Swim in black water, act slaughter through my earth
You're hit by my element Great Wall of China
Mountain Peak hold the globe like vagina
Measure on my mic stand, molecule and strand
Finger rolling rhythm ride the horse one hand
'GoldenEye', 'Spy vs. Spy', guilty of suspicion
Chess boxer, mic in dead body position
40 oz. Ciga-art, three verse invented
Divine universal black man representing
Similar the pure, rhyme blowing out the pore
Battery in the back, keep it charged for the raw
I'm bred type thorough, pistol lyro gun hero
renaissance rebel shadow boxing your barrel
Fully woven Beethoven, hit you on a humble
Hard enough to hurt you, chastise my rap styles
Lock down, for this curfew
