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  • [Raekwon] Yo, you know what I mean? Chillin within

    [Rakeem] Word up, niggaz is stupid

    [Cappa] Look out for the cops man, look out for the cops

    [Raekwon] Yo it was on last year Son

    [Rakeem] Huh? Fuck them cops

    [Ghost] Word

    [Raekwon] Scrape them niggaz

    [Raekwon] Niggaz want two hundred grand over the table

    [Ghost] Like this

    [Raekwon] That shit looks pretty

    [Rakeem] Yo

    [Ghost] I don't know what the fuck made em in they own mind

    [Raekwon] Pass the weed off man [*inhale*]

    [Ghost] think they could come f, they could fuck wit this Dunn

    [Rakeem] Yo G, the Mexican niggaz is definitely buggin the fuck

    [*cop's walkie talkie is heard*]

    [Raekwon] Mike's was crystal, erythang

    [Rakeem] other Mexicans be all the fuck up on your shit nigga

    [*cop's walkie talkie still babbling*]

    [Method] Aiyyo you got a light?

    [THE PIG] Excuse me can you put that out please?

    [Method] Oh shit

    [Raekwon] For what? For what?

    [Method] Jiggy

    [THE PIG] Could you please put that out?

    [Raekwon] For what? I ain't puttin..

    [THE PIG] Put the shit out now!

    [Raekwon] I ain't puttin shit out!!

    [THE PIG] UP AGAINST THE FUCKIN WALL!

    [*everything gets chaotic*]

    [THE PIG] UP AGAINST THE FUCKIN WALL!!!

    [Rakeem] The fuckin bitch? Get that bitch!

    [Raekwon] Slap fire out!

    [THE PIG] Oh no no no no no no no

    [Raekwon] Get your shit right

    [THE PIG] Get what?

    [Raekwon] We gonna swerve on these niggaz one time that's my word

    [*music fades in*]

    "What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility"

    [Raekwon] That's comin from Louis Rich

    [Raekwon] Baggin, you know what time it is, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo



    [Verse One: Raekwon the Chef]



    Put them cracks down you just started slangin two months ago

    Whattup with Larry Francisco tell him to let that bitch go

    Why you standin there? Posin you like Donna Karan wear

    Nigga save that, the same shit you had it last year

    You be runnin with them outsiders

    That shit is fucked up yo, we never turn to dick riders

    Your Mac is big, got a little grip, yo

    You think that shit gon live what he did -- what this nigga said

    Remember when his mans got there, the whole shit was set up

    Shut up, whole fam want the science and the letter

    It got back to me some niggaz in Medina askin me

    "You know some niggaz in the gold E-Class," splash to me

    Yo that shit you had in Vegas


  • Yo, it coulda got us both sprayed up, they seen the Ac, know this traitor

    Hair sa-laundry and Shorty like Karan

    Her fam major swing kingpins you won't dare front on

    Octavia with all the ice on, yo

    She own a carwash now, her little Keon doin triple life

    Marry a Son who got baked, it coulda been

    for a half a cake, play the shank, maybe bite her

    Shit is fucked up when they got us yo

    She fainted at her baby wake now watch the breakdown

    "..face responsiblity"

    She fainted at her baby wake now yo watch the breakdown



    "Little ghetto boy, playin in the ghetto street"



    [Verse Two: CappaDonna]



    Yo all of y'all niggaz got the whole story wrong

    Talk what you talk but twist the real song

    When it comes down to this, not a licensed driver

    Show y'all niggaz whose style is more liver

    This is not a act this is more actual fact

    Nuttin but experience placed upon track

    with the true sound, not lyin out the crown

    When we not workin we hardly be around

    Yeah see the light, right now we could fight

    You not a real brother you just a fake type

    that get on the mic then, throw your cliche

    Half the East coast soundin just like Rae

    If you a Gambino, give credit to the flow

    If you not a part of this kid act like you know

    Fuck the studio, Cappachino the great

    Fly cherry head niggaz like planes out of state

    I ain't friends with you, only my CD hit you

    If you want some then stop frontin is the issue

    It's my turn, live niggaz could pass

    Two-face-ted rappers push they shit last

    Straight off the edge, into the rubbish

    Peep my new style fuck Cristal and Moet

    I drink Evian water while my thoughts get published



    "What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility?"



    "Little ghetto boy, playin in the ghetto streets

    What you gonna do when you grow up..."



    "What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility?"



    "Little ghetto boy, playin in the ghetto streets

    What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility?"



    [*35 seconds of instrumental pass until the martial arts samples*]



    One is invulnerable, in fact

    it involves strenuous breath control

    Out of all techniques, it's the most difficult

    The human body has a hundred and eight pressure points

    Thirty-six of these can be fatal

    The remainder, paralyzing Puntuación:
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