Intro: Raekwon, Ghostface

*sniff* [bad word]  *long sniff*
Plug, *sniff* word yo
*snort* word yo, *s-snort* YouknowhatI'msayin?
*sniff* You know, you know we had the baddest [bad word] 
*long sniff* unit back in the days, kid!
No doubt, no doubt, I know that Son, I know that
You know that, you know what I'm sayin?
I miss all my niggaz, though, believe me
And I'll never forget none of them
Word up, word up
Stovetop, Roofside, you know what I'm sayin
I had these [bad word]  all these wild [bad word] niggaz man
You know what I'm sayin, LB?
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
 [bad word] is wild overall, youknowhatI'msayin God?
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Word up, youknowhatI'msayin?
You know how we do, word up
So you let my [bad word] go on the count of three, though
YouknowhatI'msayin?

Verse One: Raekwon

Fake niggaz throw [bad word] in they drinks
Club nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and chinks
While World of Sport niggaz snort coke by the seconds
Niggaz projects filled with fiends injectin
Morphine, the God seen more CREAM, and upstate
Cousin Reek, almost got hit with fourteen
Chill Pah, the God'll be a Star when [bad word] home
Light bones and let you rock my 3G stone
So, see cousin, yo I was workin, cats I'm jerkin
And uptown these niggaz actin like they hurtin
Keys twenty-four a brick
Columbians be on some [bad word]  that's why Poppy got hit
Stay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June
By the way, I seen your [bad word]  she was up in this cat's room
Skeyed up, weed the [bad word] up, to top it off
look beat up, with two crack fiends huggin your seed up
I took care of that, though, but don't worry bout it
I got your back though

 [bad word]  Raekwon

Yo why's my niggas always yellin that broke [bad word] 
Let's get money Son, now you wanna smoke [bad word] 
Chill God, yo the Son don't chill Allah
What's today's mathematic Son? Knowledge God

Verse Two: Raekwon

Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Gravesmere
Hit a store owner named Mike Lavonia
Italiano, slanted-eyed bangin them fat Milano
Selling coke right out the bottle
Sometime, a [bad word] brought nines to test with minds
Crazy peace, buying keys in Greece
Was a rich [bad word]  picture the [bad word] without dope figures
Condo with his chick, rockin the gold vigor
Mafia flicks, tyin up tricks was his main hobby
Teachin his seed, Wu-Tang karate
Mixin drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks
Night time rollin with spics
Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank
Took sixteen shots in his fist to bank
And his pet piranha, he named him marijuana
Smokin ganja, callin his weed paisandra
Claimin New York was ancient Babylon
Where the sky stayed the color of grey, like her-on
I can't front though, [bad word] loads of indo
Soon to blow slow, his [bad word] is out now, tally-hoe

 [bad word] 2X
*pause*
 [bad word] 

Outro: Raekwon

Yeah uh huh, uh huh, Miami niggaz
Word up, show your love
Yeah y'all, yeah y'all, yeah
Word up, London, Europe, Africa
Word up, the fifty-two states, yeah
Catch me later, word up, yeah, yeah
About to make moves and slide like grease
Moves and slide like grease
Moves