[Intro: Raekwon]

Yo, yo, Iron Chef, gracias

I need some of that, slide through the back

I need ya'll to come back to the–I heard juice

Back of the store over here, just be easy and tell ya man to be cool

We got some culinary cats right here, we need you, we'll kill him if he fault

[Verse 1: Raekwon]

Aiyyo, rappers steppin' to me, they want a brick, son

But I'm the Chef, my price is twenty-six, son

Move up, about thirty-two of those and open locker dough

Soldier got locked up, blow killed the doctor

Flamboyant police in X5's, watchin' my lofts

So many leeches, I just left it and walked

My flow wicked, Miami money, movin' and ridicule

Geico on the arm, froze rose gold with me

Take baths with white women, lingerie see-through

Takin' trips to Iran, my Spanish nigga, Peoples

Sellin' drugs to Flatbush, call my nigga Cecil

Snub with the black gloves, on half-moon Greek doo

Killed him in the Bahamas, his wife ran, white van pulled up

They caught him out in Brooklyn with a white man

Slutted out, rosed out, sister was gone, she geekin'

She threw the rifle in her mouth and said "good evenin'"

Yup, Paul Wall grill line, be getting money, crime thief

I know her from Africa, pretty smile, nine teeth

Gold joints, frames only, Louis Vuitton, pony

Leather with the matching sweater on, you owe me

[Hook: Raekwon]

Knock the ash off the blunt, confront niggas who cunt

Swing an axe, tax niggas, rhyme different from cats

Specialize in mic rippers, splashes

We the last skippers, big rocks, and the block will stick

[Verse 2: Cappadonna]

Beefsteak Charlie niggas eat and they get fat

Chase heads up and down the block and kill rats

Skilled with the gats, even Feds don't know where the shells at

The shell trapped up in nice crib with four packs

Four MACs, caught a nice sale for four stacks

Yeah, me and my nigga Arafat

Gotta escape, but we'll be right back, real soon

Chef – cook it up, we got a date with real goons

Telling you, Ghost – my connect crazy with the wet

Might know him, used to talk to his sister named Yvette

I speed it up, me and the Linx, was getting weeded up

I beat it up – yeah, I hit that, but I ain't seed it up

Meanwhile, back on the block, we seen two trucks

Then the windows rolled down, we see these two fucks

Soon as they jumped out, see these tools bust

[Hook: Raekwon & Ghostface Killah]

Knock the ash off the blunt, confront niggas who cunt

Swing an axe, tax niggas, rhyme different from cats (Yeah)

Specialize in mic rippers, splashes (Yeah)

We the last skippers (Yeah), big rocks, and the block will stick

[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]

Yeah, yo, I lit a boogah up, rocks is gone, so we baggin' up all shake

Binoculars, scanners, we all listen to jake

Ran out of baggies, my mouth is dry

Got them dirty joints that scatter, don't act surprised

Nah, nigga, the currency rushes like popping a wheelie

Holding a pipe with one hand, the other countin' the billies

You know how it be with the peppermint Clarks

Throwing darts at a hoodrat, getting slow neck up in The Bronx

That's all me, thirty four shines, forty four lines

I just chill like Aaron Hall, writin' raw rhymes

Like, threw Kool-Aid rubies in a lemonade bezzle

When I was twelve in the church, I started packin' that metal

A deuce-deuce, my supplier was Loose Bruce

Ever since I had the drop, my instinct was to shoot-shoot

This ain't 'For the Love of Ray J', it's for the love of the AK

'Cause you can get scratched like AJ

Cuban Link Dynasty has emerged

This rap shit stop, I have a team of niggas moving my furs

[Hook: Raekwon]

Knock the ash off the blunt, confront niggas who cunt

Swing an axe, tax niggas, rhyme different from cats

Specialize in mic rippers, splashes

We the last skippers, big rocks, and the block will stick