(feat. Havoc)

[Intro: Havoc (Raekwon)]

Let's go (Yeah, ^!$$%)
Good lookin' Rae that's what I'm talkin' 'bout
(It's all good don't worry about it)

You feel what I'm sayin'? (Don't worry about it)
Yeah (Word up, let's go)
You know how we gotta come at this ^!$$%s, man

Yeah.. come on.. yo.

[Havoc]

Stuck, y'all like gum underneath my kicks
Better move little $#&@s when the heat I'll spit
The hammer clap like the $$# on a meat-out chick

Dump clips like a trifflin' $$# (*##$ to drop
If you short you're a chance in the box
But I ain't lettin' you play with the guns in the club, I'm boothin' the ox

Got my eyes on the ho's and I'm a peripheral
Got you cowards poppin' that Moe', my hand on the 'istol
Wild out, have a ball, you could drink 'til you 'url

Thought the Firewater was strong, the pound'll leave you curled
on the floor, like a new born baby, God
What you mean "Is he dead?", what type of %#@! is leakin' out of his head?

When you cowards see the drama and it come to a head
I'm hittin' Rae up on the jacket, it ain't much to be said
If it's on, go without sayin' somethin', deliverin'

Visa verca, this is Havoc, baby, we those ^!$$%s (we those ^!$$%s)

[Chorus x2: Raekwon]

All that money is us, now what's $#&@in' wit' us?
Eh yo all around hungry, that's us and can't get nothin' get it
Eh yo all that money, all them ^!$$%s

All them shorties, everybody yell "All lovely"

[Raekwon]

I chop meat out ya face, Daddy, gladly
Mad breeze on, rubberband currency and I splash ya visa
You know the code, yo caesar low straddlers

Front Streets, cracks all in the front seat spazzin'
Imperial wizards, Staten
Knife game off the chain and I'm with four hundred with wagons yo

Live wires, shoot darts for bread
Any map, I $$#ist that, I'm holdin' it, all ^!$$%s dead
What? Battle for cake and $#&@ wizzes

We do it straight business, all mount ride, ain't no fake ^!$$%s
Reminisce, spit faces
Pissin' on the fake little swindler's list, Rae gave them ^!$$%s cake

Battle the gun, you're wildin'
I might levitatate well, I might take ya %#@!, push up, stylin' it
Oxes, reefers, police need us

The regime of Shaolin with Queens re-up
$#&@in' with the poisonous hand
Remember y'all, no commercial, I hurt you, yo go get ya mans


[Chorus x2]


[Raekwon]
Eh yo select me, Gucci sneaker recipe
Not the S dot Carters, no disrespect but respect me

One of the top five gangstas alive
My element is just the Elliott Ness, ^!$$%s who hide
Yo I ran from some ^!$$%s that was police

These ^!$$%s heard about me bringin' marked money in, I had the whole East
I've been the greatest, been flippin' the latest
Somethin' like the new haggler on the Ave., ham it up, pullin' haze

And all the young ^!$$%s praise me
It's like the talent of the Six Million Dollar Man, 'yana pace
Come on, banana squeeze, aim at these Caravans

Heard he had his man and that ugly Keish'
Comin' from a galaxy of hood, hard real people gettin' ki's
$#&@ wit' the media, it's all good


[Chorus x2]