[Intro: The Education of Sonny Carson movie clip]

"I got–I got to take him off of here...

That's right – I got to take him off of here

'Cause there's only one and that's me

You understand?

'Fore all that fighting, you understand

That sucker think he good, that sucker think he can whoop me

And I know he can't whoop me, I'll...

Aye, boy, the nigga whole style is chump

You understand?

Let me get mines first

Then after I get mines, you can do what you want to do..."

[Intro: Ghostface Killah]

Yeah, scandalous...

Yeah, miraculous, the arsonists...

[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]

Yo, kicked down the door in the spot – 260, 2L

"I heard they had O's for sale"

I heard the same shit; money drive a burgundy whip

Keep a low fade, his license plates is engraved "PAID"

"Where's the cat from?" Think he's from New Jerusalem

Pretty Rick did his thing for him, but he was using him

Boss Sun's younger physical, you know the god

He go with Tip, the one who called Lover of God

Y Equality Self, I know the Master Allah Now

It's time to get the God U and blow like mines

But on the low, I heard he got Born Original sent back

In a drive-through of Kentucky Fried, shot up his Ac'

We got to get him, dunn – aliens is snatching our bread

UFOs moving in with bigger plans than Feds, yo

Knock on Daddy-O's door, get the scope

He's not home, he took Ishmael to Park Slope

There go the dreads, yo, swindle two bags of that skunk

That get you crashed out, had you laid out like bums

"Peace Kiana, what's up with your girlfriend Wanda?

She drive a cream Honda, with legs like Jane Fonda"

"I just left her, she took Regine to Pathmark

Then jetted to Canal to get her man some Clarks

She should be back in ninety minutes, Ghostface,"

God forbid she safe, BCW was watching the kids

[Verse 2: Raekwon & Ghostface Killah]

Two hours later, scheming like DeNiro in Casino

Son better have more coke than Al Pacino

Kiana ain't tellin' no lies, last year she did a sting and a half

With Tymeek, bought him a aircraft

But anyway, yo, Daddy-O home, we need the shotties nid-dow

When we get back, throw you a thid-dou

Later that night, stay mesmerized

"Yo, go get the green 5, meet you on the corner of Now Y

You ready? You got the E&J and the machete?"

We going upstairs, I hope one nigga is heavy

We walked in, both of us, looked like terrorists

Masks on, second floor, dunn, yo – I handle this

Kick in the crib, the whole shit look graphical

Natural, fucking a white bitch, actual

Fiends chanting, "Do your thing, Chef, handle it!"

I shot him in the neck, it ricocheted and hit Carolyn

Ran to the back analyzing, much disguising

Surprise! He coming in their eyes and tranquilized, then bugging

Throwing the twin cousins at his nugget, fuck it

Meet shottie waddy slug body hobby

"Where the drugs, where the ounces you be bouncing?"

Fake cats announcing on the block, you're lounging

"Where the blow at?" "I ain't got shit, stop fronting"

"Yo, Chef, throw the joint in his mouth, money'll stop stunting"

"Bitch, hold that pit, before I push your wig back"

"Chef, stop waving that, show him where the paper at"

Come here, Valerie, you know the God, he need a salary

Put down the pipe, here's two tickets to a coke gallery

It's in the kitchen in the ceiling

Baby girl kept squealing

Only found a white block of cheese from New Zealand

[Outro: Ghostface Killah]

Oh... shit! Yo, yo... where that shit at, yo?

Yo, Chef, where that shit? What? What? Aiyyo...