[Intro: Raekwon]
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Eight million stories, nigga
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Take ya'll niggas somewhere, man
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Ya'll niggas never heard niggas rhyme like this before, man
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This ain't no Wizard of Oz shit neither, man
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For real, man, aiyo
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[Raekwon:]
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Surgical gloves, snubs in the grass with his blood
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Homey hold that, the four black, we black down
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Gold Jag', Ol' laughing yo, yo, what the fuck happened?
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They clapped him and the scalp it flew that way
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Yo why they capped him? It went through his lap
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Snatched his older mom's pink hat, took his mango, get at
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He painted it, slayed blocks, aiming it
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Hit a child, this is foul, but he styled with his flamer flaming shit
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Teddy with the red Range, supercharged Kangols
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Rae & Ghost CD in his change, yo, Angel
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Spanish kid lingo, all I know is where he hang though, kept it sideways, angle
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Good brush, tough talk, keep it real, daddy, got them thangos
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I respect on how the game goes, the same goes
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Forget fresh niggas, test niggas, extra bless niggas, with them egos
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We blow you out your peacoats
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Haha, adios mios, we get them twelve a ki, yo
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Keep it moving, slide off in the G.O.'s
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Freeloaders, the D's over, your shit won't sell no more
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Breeze over...
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[Chorus: Raekwon]
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Money, gear, drugs, guns, Goodyears
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All my niggas sit, smelling the tears
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Cookin snow white, it's just the poor life, never living off fear
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We all millionaires, now where my shares?
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(Money) You know the code, drug money, gear money, baby
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(Money) You know we fold the stash holders, cash blowers, yeah
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(Money) So when the D's come, we float and grab the boats, yea
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(Money) Spend off, I got my win off, have a potent year
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[Raekwon:]
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X6's red, up in Albany with the dreds
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Bags of black, fuck the feds
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Papers in Aruba's, gold tuba from Bermuda
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In my living room spreads, cameras action, got the calico cranked
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Where the food at? Hood jewelry on, I gots to do that
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Long chain hatchet flooded up, you knew that
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Baby blue mack, stones on the nozzle stick
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Bulletproof brocco's with the Jew bitches, all I got is two cracks
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Gazelle lenses, clear rude wraps, bagging every ziplock
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And my peoples sit around, cops split that
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High potent white kit kats, we sell up in the hood
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Going door to door, every floor, every get back
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My gangsta shit, get gats, for every man, here go a gram
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Meet me by my drop head and drop your lip back
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Forty-seven quick claps, spray off on something
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[Chorus]
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[Outro: Raekwon]
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Spray on one of ya'll man, the streets is mine, nigga
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You know what we do, for real
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Straight up, it's how we playing right now, man
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Cause the streets, man, streets is making ya'll niggas see, man
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But some of ya'll is blind, for real
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Surgical Gloves
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Raekwon |