[Intro: Raekwon]

Yeah; yo shorty, move man

You know you ain't supposed to be over here, for real

Don't make us come and get you, man

Word up, man; tell your brother, man

That nigga better come around, man

Be good, man, we ain't sweatin' that little bit of money

[Verse 1: Raekwon]

Flooded the lobby with the big nickels

Playin' my square; tall caps only; bitch, eat a pickle

I'm melted up with Guess jeans, Champion sweat hood on

Philadelphy hat; two [?] blings

The Aston is dynamite red

Double-pipin' with the wrist lightning white

I shit on the hoodlings

All we hold is pedico and Eagles, Diesel weed

This time, I'm a shit rhymin' for kilos, yo

Who dare wan' test us? I flip the accent like Jamaicans

Kid, one stare, we shot your peoples

I'm always Bally'd up

Nigga, you want me? Yeah, we both street

I'm under the building, all in me, Yoshi

Bugged out, Bugs-Bunny-money niggas

Plus my hands is licensed; that's right, shoot up some dummies

Dare niggas; it's gon' be hell up in everywhere, when we find you

Plus we chopped off your mother hands..

[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]

And packaged it up, and then mailed it to your brother's house

We want that coke, nigga, every last fuckin' ounce

You fuckin' with the wrong team; I'll blow meat off your shoulders

Got more than just thugs, I pack heat in my Crown holders

Louie Vuitton Wallos, keep a ox in the gummy sole

Chain so big, nigga, it look like dummy gold

You funny, though; fuckin' with some savage my niggas

That'll kill when it comes to six O's in the figure

Gun clappin', have 'em ready to bust they triggers

You's a goner, gonna find you slumped in the river

With a Cuban Link purple tape stuck in your face

I'm a ghost, choked out, no prints to trace

No leads in the case, got a secret identity

Throw loose change in the game, son, peep the documentary

I know ya'll motherfuckers like the back of my hand

Fuck around with big Ton' and get stomped by the Clan, asshole!