[Raekwon:]
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Yo, at night time, reflection from the mural
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Federal bureau with ikes, did it all our lives
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We Swiss bankers, cream making in Australia
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Floss whales, we live, men, plus the son of the Mahalias
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Gold plated horse with the wooden face, catch me up grace
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Iceberg blanket, Queen Cheeba sheets
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The Giganti's, paparazzi nazi, elbow money
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Invisible glaciers, laying over rastas
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Let the stars know, the crescent is the blessing
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We came here to show and prove, make moves, for every dollar in the groove
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Rhymes that's imported, wore platinum kitchens and shit
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Niggas gave bitches, most got extorted
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[Doo Wop:]
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Yo, aqua swiss iceberg wrist, the chocolate swiss miss
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Love the Spanish kid, with the Starburst twist
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Marvelous, with the '59, 50 fitteds, matching the kicks
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That's crispier than Saint Nicolas fish
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Do take, niggas slipping the disk, Wop and Rae world premiere shit
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Like Sermon and Smith, homey, my sermom is swift
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I got them powerful verse, that if
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This was a church, the'll give a cripple person a lift
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And now he crip walking, I ain't just talking
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I do this thing often, ask Kenyon Martin
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Last week, I gave his chain a bone
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And told him, take this with you to Boston (the kid's awesome)
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[Chorus x2: Raekwon]
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From every borough to borough, every castle to castle
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We connect, put it down, and we ask you
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Real niggas rapidly past you, mumbling, come on
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Standing right in front of the building, son, nigga, you might die
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[Doo Wop:]
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Yo, I came across the Verrazano, to polly with Mr. Polly, himself
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Plus I need a pair of wally's with the cheddar melt
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Goat snake skin to coincide with the belt
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It's doe or die, baby, like Sosa, hold your penny up high
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[Raekwon:]
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Aiyo, inkless colorless Aston, toast, nigga, post
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One of the finest made taylors to sow
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My medicine's growth, young popes, greatest of all time
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Spoke, who drove off, had sixty horses on post
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It's automatic magic, thirty kangols
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Understand, fabric spray at faggots, close
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The legacy's dying, fakers approach, hit him with the hater soap
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Clap at your gators and snatch your hoe
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[Doo Wop:]
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It's the 2 double 0 3, version of the Cold Crush
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And Force MC's, I'm bout to force mc's
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To get their weight up, yo Rae, I'm a DJ, and I'm still telling
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Rap cats, to step they game up, ain't that some shit, playa?
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[Interlude: Raekwon]
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Hahaha, yeah bulletproof armor tank shit, nigga
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P-9 material only, real niggas, Sing Sing style
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Word up
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[Chorus x2]
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You Might Die
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Raekwon |