Yo, behind those mahogany walls
 Indoor pools with steel doors, flipping eggs over in my silk drawers
 While I"m charging my cell, sparking the L
 Baby mother reading my mail, just that they switched seats
 To another jail, and his banger is old fire
 He's locked up with them dudes from the [bad word] Wire
 That's when I passed her the bone, started to cough
 And flossed all through the house, robe [bad word] out
 Homebuyers see the sign, yeah y'all, I'm moving out
 In front of the crib, niggas flipped, I had to shoot it out
 Thirty G, living room sets, porcelain plates
 With big giant wall units, even the front grass
 Saw your boy doing it, Tone Stark he'll never fall
 I even put work in, under the floor
 In the box with the ox, and my skeleton jaw
 Tell 'em soldiers I'm in the bush if the President call

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 Get 'em, the'll be nothing but smooth sailing
 When the heat shot, now your crew's bailing
 I refuse to bow down, refuse to lay down
 Go five and turn, to let the biz, all I found

 Man I thought we told y'all niggas before, Wu-Tang is for the children
 P.O.'s violate your dirty urine
 These dealers in the lobby of my building, ice grilling
 I don't catch cold to catch feelings
 I put in that work, then catch millions
 If that don't work, back to stealing
 Snatch me a purse, and stack real in
 Meth, I'm that dealing, millionaire, slash chameleon
 I mastered the juks, one of my niggas "Masta, killing"
 Spray shots, clap civilians at the dealing table
 Off of the love of crack dealing
 Once again the fatal, flying guillotine, the millions
 Paper rob me able, my woman is all pre-matul
 I got mouths to feed, [bad word]  and I'm the hand that rocks the cradle
 Just like Hova, but I ain't trying to 'roc' the label
 I'm a soldier, I stay on job, me, eye a coka
 Honey's wanna [bad word] and the industry [bad word] 'em over

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 I got my Ghostface on, cause, I'm a Killah
 I live the Streetlife, why, I'm that [bad word]  Label me a beast, call me U-Godzilla
 When [bad word] in the jungle, I go gorilla
 Step on the set, Inspectah Deck you
 Dead in your face, straight RZArect you
 You highly mistaken, I'm hotter than Satan
 Catch me in the kitchen with blood on Chef apron
 I'm known to, Cap a Don, big gun in my palm
 I'm like my arm is gone, plus I Masta the Kill
 Give you something, you can really feel
 Got many Methods to kill a Man, if it's real, you real
 The world's worse like Dirt McGirt
 [bad word] a [bad word] raw dog, then dig in her purse
 Yeah that boy's a Genius, I stay fresh like I'm straight out the cleaners
 I walk hard like a criminal, holding my [bad word]