[Intro: Sample + Raekwon]

I told you a long time ago, you fucking little monkey, not to fuck me

Ayy, ayy, who the fuck you think you talkin' to, huh? You wanna fuck with—

Who the fuck you think I am, your fuckin' bellboy?

D'you wanna go to war? D'you wanna go to war? We'll take you to war, okay? (Coming up on half a mil, we build)

For real, y'all

Takin' you on another one, son

Uh, Julio Iglesias

Makin' C.R.E.A.M. like that nigga

[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]

Yo, (Blaow) first of all, son, peep the arson

Many brothers I be sparkin' and bustin' mad light inside the dark

Call me dough snatcher, just the brother for the rapture

I hang glide, holdin' on strong, hard to capture

Extravagant, RZA bake the track and it's militant

Then I react like a convict and start killin' shit

It's manifested, the gods work like appliances

Dealin' in my cypher I revolve around sciences

The 9th chamber, leave you trapped inside my hallway

You try to flee but you got smoked up by the doorway (Blaow)

No question, I send your ass back right to the essence

Your whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you restin'?

While I'll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops

Throwin' niggas off airplanes 'cause cash rules (Cash rules)

Everything around me, black, as you can see

Swallow this murder one verse like god degree

Then analyze my soundtrack for satisfaction

You adapt like a flashback, chain reaction

[Interlude: Raekwon]

Lace them niggas, son

[Verse 2: Raekwon]

AK's black, bust back like seventy MACs

I'm all that, street niggas knowin' my steez, black

Ron G, you know he coincide with me, see

Marvelous menace for society

But anyway, let's toast, champagne thoughts with Ghost

I max the most shotguns through the nose

Fuck rap, hip-hop put me on top

'Lo wears and Tommy Hil' fly shit with a knot

The witty unpredictable live shit, drive-by shit

Do-or-die shit, I'll take your lye and shit

And then you know I'm runnin' through the penal

Foul, fall through, child was wild

The old lady snitched, but fuck it, you know what?

One love, kid, no, I'm not doin' a bid

Too much to get, for what, 'cause six niggas got stuck

And the nigga chain was truck?

Yo, fuck that, criminology rap, sneakers stay

Jet-black floatin' in the flyest Ac', nigga

(Bring it, yeah)

[Outro: Raekwon]

Much love go to New York City

All my Tommy Hil', ice-rockin' niggas