[Ghost] Who's the Wallabe kid, dressed down, could never be Son Ricochet daily hit the deli for a cold one May I be blessed yes? My rap is like a laser beam that blow between the bushes, St. Ide's and I the king of tings
[U-God] Crack the bottle of the St. Ide's, sippin it's real and thrillin will I, drink it and we only too be dope, you can't die, them peoples do lie And if the street don't know, you're full of slang cane pain
[RZA] It was hot, on the spot, so I jetted up the block I said, ock, I'm hot, let's go sit on the bay by the docks of the black, I'm fully packed, always got my Trojan Heads got bottles open, fill my cup till flowin
*conversation* All that good shit Yeah KnowhatI'msayin, you come in, you come in lookin flavorful Word YouknowhatImean? You the whole shit of the whole night But I've seen it though, knowhatI'msayin? Like I seen it You know, my G is too futuristic for that shit, knowhatI'msayin? Word, did you try to get a little swerve kid on? Tried to man, youknowhatI'msayin, but she was come pullin off Word Word? Just come pullin off her as her drawers Worrrd Fuck that bitch though, knowhatI'msayin? Shoulda, on the real Yo yo tonight feel like a nigga gonna get burnt Yeah yeah It's like you hear something tomorrow right Some like yo, blahzay blahe It's the wind, I'm tellin you Yeah yeah word It's the air, I can feel it It feel hot, it feel feel hot at night and shit like the sun ain't even out Yo the sun don't shine nobody, knowhatI'msayin?
[Lyrics: Raekwon the Chef] Yeah One-two, one-two, nigga Line for line, line for line How we get down wit da rhyme Yo, it be a line for line, line for line This is how we get down Yeah, line for line, line for line This is how we get down
Yo! Can you feel me? Storytellin rap Magellan I ain't tellin Them niggaz ran in the spot for sellin Word up, pushed up, man got mushed up Seen him at a rap show actin like fat cat though Glasses gold, shinin like a real big boy This nigga had mega ice on Chips Ahoy! Cat surrounded, this political brown kid All out the wind yo, my man walked in Pullin mints out son had mad clientele Order me Cristal twice Kion, chill! Watch them niggaz, aiyyo that clique's from outta state They bubble weight in Far Rockaway with Blake Carrington You know the kid with the most doe-getters And terrors on fat shit clique they rock Lo sweaters That's my man, that's my man too Call him up on the strength of the Wu And watch me game, yo grab the cell I got a heist to pull off well At the end of the week, I'm buyin you a L Lexus nigga, I ain't talkin bout Hancock No time for weed plus no time to get locked That night, up in the staircase Cousin had me laced out, skeed all outta my face We gon' get dat cruchy chump for all of his lump Don't try to front, you was sweatin this Hilfidiger Guess who walked in - Abbott and his man from Farragut Confront him wit the Ruger on his back, walk in black Where's your man, where's the sky blue Land at? Stop playin Wu in the back, smacked him wit the gat (Yo, money said he be here in fifteen!) Stop lyin, wait for the Millenia green to pull up He got the Donna Karen shit on, two rings Six carats a piece plus the chain swing Like anchors on ships flooded wit all diamond chips Back pockets: two clips - four-fifths wit rubber grips Layin, two bottles of brass I was slayin Meditatin, red dot be waitin for my payment Heard the key in the lock, cocked the glock Turn the lights out, dip behind the couch Kion, gag his mouth Infra-redded his head when he entered But a soft Perry Ellis leather with Dorinda A friend of, Kion's wife, Kenya, the bitch larger than life Yo, shorty be fuckin mad Columbian niggaz Fuck it, get on the floor meet the black Lex Luthor Stripped fast, the bitch had on Claiborne drawers Yo Rae, you about to scrape her, chill Ghost Thought for a second, turned around Threw the nine in his meatloaf Yo, where's the cash and the stash that's mixed? I don't know! Shot his hand, he started screamin like a bitch!