[Intro: Raekwon w/ others]
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[sniff] Yo, boo, calm down, man
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Chill 'fore you break your nose, man
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What up, what up, king (yo what's going on?)
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(Yo, oh, who the fuck is this?)
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(Yo, walk this bitch outta here, man)
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(Her hands is all white and shit, looking all crazy)
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Fingerprints all over the refrigerator
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Yo, girl, chill chill, come on, man
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Just give me papi number, man, for real, man, you playing
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[Raekwon:]
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I'm on the crisp blue yacht, with my hand on the twat
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With a Commodore CD, a bottle of stock
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On a green rug, GG's on it, a mean snub
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Bad little Asian, named Asia, my love
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Had connects, plus fame favorite flick, Black Rain
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Pinky finger rocked up, giving me brain
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Like Grizelda's little flame, ran with her for forty months
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Came home, her estate was insane
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Vuitton toilet paper, Polo walls, Jimmy Choo
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Pots and pans, this broad had a horse
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Cash it in, yo, Masta, live with me, take it all
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You can have whatever, five hundred leathers
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Bruno Mag' sweaters, Gucci rain boots
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Brook Brothers, New Eras, jew killers
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New line sponsored by fellas, catch 'em in the hall balling
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I thought about it, whatever
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[Chorus: Raekwon (sample)]
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(Walk with me) Relax and get your facts right
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(Walk with me) You know we only getting cash in the fast life
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(Walk with me) Living, giving my all, I give it back, right
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(Walk with me) We die, we die together, this the last night
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[Raekwon:]
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CNN watching, ESPN friend
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Coat shopping, lochness, smothered up, god damn
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Boo living it good, Aspen, the color of wood
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On the outside, vibe is good
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Knowing I'm hood, I should, escape project life
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Run with my rifle, live in the woods
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Grow a rugged beard, and chill, poppa real
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Poppa eat, poppa a rolling stone, for real
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This the deal, chill, this how we live in the Hill
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Kill a nigga for me, kill or be killed
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Share that money and still, when it's time to reveal
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You never met me, but respect me, you will
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Dinosaur wheels we peel, skated with the fly seals
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She broke out, died in Brazil
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Met her younger cousin Nil', you looking for birds, right?
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Yeah, my cousin said you real, you gotta
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[Chorus]
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[Raekwon:]
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Oh shit, gold slagger in the gold dagger in a gold Acura
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A gold Phantom pulled up, yo, go backwards
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They had a package on 'em, hold half a bit, it's half rough
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But still, I got me forty traffickers
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Riding through Manhattan tough, got my mavericks up
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We on, rolling thirty deep in the gadget trucks
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Spending magic bucks, fuck around, get an Aston truck
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Fly around, fucking actress sluts
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We been clashing with the masses, what
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Put the gasses up, flame 'em out his lab, splash him up
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That's how we get it on, that's what's up
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Don't ever wrassle us, you might get shackled in your castle, what
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Play with the boys, that's the stuff
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I'm talking bout, niggas they die, faster than a pastor fuck
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Seeing 'em mourn me, flash a buck
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Pull a bulb out, like Con Ed, keep it on a massive hush
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[Chorus]
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[Outro: Raekwon]
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Come on, man, word up, let 'em talk
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Put this bag out, and after that, take it to heed
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Man, I see you in a minute, chill
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You got to lay on the other side of the fucking wall for you
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Word up, this the nigga face, man, I only got four million, man
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Straight up, last thing I heard, the nigga grandmother was in Argentina
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I want her too, for real, for real, we ain't playing no games, man
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The nigga like to shop and floor shine
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He stay on 44th, catch the nigga by Delancey, too
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For real, I got his baby pictures and everything
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Word up, his cousin, his cousin is a security guard at Barnes/Nobles
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For real, his little nephew, his little nephew work in the
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Muthafucking fish store
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Up in, 138th and Harlem, man...
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This all the money for today, man
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A lot of paper came in today, a lot of Franklins
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Bring the other bag, son, yeah, hold it, huh
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Toaster head nigga, get the fuck off of me
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Walk Wit Me
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Raekwon |