(feat. Ghostface Killah)
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[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
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Aiyo, Rae, aiyo, Rae, check it out, yo
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Let me go in there one more time and air these niggas out
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For old times sake, you know how we do, my nig'
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Old times sake, just for me, man, one more time, I'm begging you
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Let me just go in, and just fly on these niggas heads, man
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It's what I'm talking about
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[Ghostface Killah:]
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It's like a body in a project hallway, who did it?
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Who's the next nigga that sucked the snit-ich
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That's my word, it could never be me
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You see the deer head on the living room wall, like his neck fell off
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That can be all sculptured and glazed with gloss
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Call the shots that Bill Belichick would call
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Snake niggas slither all in the glass house, racial slurs
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When it's time to go to war, they cash out
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Throw 'em in the rear-naked choke, they tap out
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Niggas try to surround the kid, I backed out
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And threw two rocks at 'em, watching the ho drop
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I'm from a place where we locking the low glocks
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Yellowtape, the bodies, jiggy and road blocks
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Got the towels up in the air, it's so hot
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Talking bout Staten Island, profiling
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Switchblade city, the goons is wilding
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Escape from my slums, nigga, you got talent
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And we don't want the fifth of 'yac, we want the gallon
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[Chorus x2: Raekwon]
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Yeah, keep holding the Hill, nigga
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Everything's real, let's grow in the field, nigga
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Big bread or making that lead pop
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Too many ways to get hurt or get hit with a headshot
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[Raekwon:]
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Aiyo, Yankee blue robins on, hand full of Winston's
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Plump spiker with the ices on
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Glad to eat too, Yves Saint Laurent's is see through
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Blueish five seven, black rag, a street dude
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Liquor crack kept 'em fiending, jumped off the roof two-times
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I'm surprised he seen me, your bags is the truth, my G
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Jumped in the white Turismo, this is fruit for me
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And now the baseheads love my style, I'm like a new pipe
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With airholes in it, they suggested now
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You the new king, new don, new thing, only thing missing
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Is the Qu'ran, a new arm, a new lean
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Yeah, salute the prophet, trooper with a plot, kid
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Every block, tear hood, lock it
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Yeah, all my ride for me, this what I got from it
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You holding steel, yup, pop for me
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[Chorus x2]
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The Badlands
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Raekwon |