[Intro: Raekwon]
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Hahahaha... ahhhh, do it nigga, there, you should fucking...
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Fucked up New York Yankee hats on fronting
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Niggas know Cuban Linx when they hear it nigga
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Huh... I'm the muthafucking Ali of the game, bitch
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[Raekwon:]
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When I sat back and crafted Cuban, it was a classic
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When you told me you had giant beef, we brought the hatchet
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What it is niggas, gangstas that live in the grizz'
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Play the kitchen, coke bagging, this the life that we is
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What it is, daddy, slow heart stepping, plus repping
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Blinging necking, our fucking regime, protect it
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That's right faggots, turning into actresses
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Niggas is soft, wack, and broke, what packages?
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Yeah, yeah-yeah, call it how I see it, this is all metamorphic
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Awkard, walk with the four-fifth
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This is all crack money, cli-clack, move back homey
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You will get a quick slap, we rap, not now money
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What up, what up, peace, incarcerated scarfaces
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Stay on the end, with dip dodge, play the yard chasing
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Paper, this is like everyday street caper
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Me flying offa ya face, yo, you can eat later
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[Chorus x2: Raekwon]
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We the treasurers of getting cake, big jewelry swinging
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Wth the long chains on, my nigga, you know we heavyweights
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Feds latch on us, we catch amnesias
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We rich, stay clean, looking, rocking dark caesers
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[Raekwon:]
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Nigga Chef back, wood back, he in the good Ac'
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What's hood, me in your hood, we got the good crack
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Don't violate me, I hate, I'm like Star and Buc
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In the morning, I'm mourning, wild on the fake, yo
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Stay dropping bracelets, cases of Cryst' and Cru'
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Don't even move duke, take off your shoes
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We hardbody action packed, keep a baboon
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The jewels is back, with strappers on, come take it
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Shoebox with nothing but hash, alotta old ass
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Wallies is off the meat rack, splash
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Nigga, Diamond down, moving like China Town
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Me and forty-five mad real niggas, we light clowns up now
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[Chorus x2]
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Treasurers
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Raekwon |