[Intro: Ghostface Killah]

Uh-huh, uh-huh, motherfucker, uh-huh

Yeah, I see that, I see that

All y'all fake motherfuckers up in the joint, huh

Stealin' my light, huh

Watch me, duke, watch me

[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]

Yo, check these up top murderers

Snowy in the bezel as the cloud merges

F.B.I. try and want word with this

Kid who pulled out bust a shot up in the Beacon

Catch me in the corner not speakin'

Crushed out heavenly, U.G. rock the sweet daddy long fox minks

Chicken and broccoli, Wally's look stink

He with his man straight from Raleigh Durham, he recognized Kojak

I slapped him five, Masta Killa cracked his Heini for him

Everybody break bread, huddle around

Guzzle that, I'm about to throw hair on your back

Since the face been revealed, game got real

Radio been gassing niggas, my imposters scream they're ill

I'm the inventor, '86 rhyming at the center

Debut '93 LP told you to enter

Punk faggot niggas stealing my light

Crawl up in the bed with grandma

Beneath the La-Z-Boy where you hid your knife

Ghost is back, stretch Cadillacs, fruit cocktails

Hit the shells at Paul's Pastry Rack

Walk with me like Dorothy try to judge these

Plus Degrees, sessical, rasta fiends

Getting waxed all through the drive-thru

Take the stand, throw my hand all on the Bible

And tell lies too, I'm the ultimate

Splash the Wolverine Razor Sharp ring, dolomite

Student enroll holding it

[Hook: Ghostface Killah]

A-yo, this rap is like Ziti, facing me real TV

Crash at high speeds, strawberry kiwi

As we approach your hood, the Gods bail

See Staten Island ferryboat, cats bail

Fresh cellies, 50 deep up in the city

We banned for life, Apollo kids live to spit the real

[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]

A pair of bright phat yellow Air Max

Hit the racks, snatch 'em up, son, twenty dollars off no tax

Dream merchant tucked in the cloud, stay splurging

Rock a eagle head, 6-inch height was the bird

Monday night Dallas vs Jets, dudes slid in with one hand

Two Culture Ciphers, one bag of wet

Heavy rain fucked my kicks up

Wasn't looking, splashed in the puddle

Bitch laughing, first thought was beat the bitch up

Moseyed off gracefully, New York's most wanted cheeba hawk

Seen the yellow brick road, I stole the pastries

Same Ghostface, holy in the mind

Last seen Manhattan Chase

Withdrew the six-eight digit in the briefcase

Rawness, title is Hell-bound

Quick to reload around faces, surround look astound

[Verse 3: Raekwon]

Yo, yo, yo

We split a fair one, Poconos money

Gin rummy with glare, spot the lame, bit his ear

Yo, and taste a teaspoon, 300 goons, stash balloons

Locked in lab rooms, hit with the Glock, stashed in Grant's Tomb

Clocked him like a patient, his stocks fall, hustle invasion

Knowing now, we copped the block off, the chain tri-color

Freezing in velour, icicle galore

Gas station light gleaming on the wall

Cop WiseGuy jams, James Bond vans

Niggas flipped Timbs, rock boats under water, watch clams

Pose for the stand-off, mad timid

Hoping that the gun fall, guessing like lottery balls, yo