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  • [Intro: Raekwon (man)](Aiyo, Chef?)
    What up, my *************?(Yeah, man, I gotta give you the 411, *************t is straight 911, word)
    It's $2.50, *************, back the ************* up!
    Talk to me...(Word, them blue ninjas is everywhereWord, watch ya back, Protect Ya Neck and all that *************t, manThirty nine mother******s already got scooped upIndicted, word, I'm bird eye viewing it right nowOut there out the mother******g window)
    You got the strong scoopers out there?(Word, five book store buses out frontAll them young boys are certified, they our rentals)[Chorus 2X: Suga Bang Bang]
    For these mean streets from
    Cali to New
    YorkWho could ya trust?
    *************z they do talk
    Running from the feds and out of state troopers
    Look up ahead, you know we got sharp shooters[Raekwon]
    The blocks is molded, step up ya sword piece
    Moving through them housing with more ki's
    Rembrandts is fresh from
    Scotland, crisp hats,
    Cristal bottles
    *************z want the problems, we back
    It's time to take over the game, it's nothing
    I live on the line, from corner to castles with pawns and capsules
    Scramble and find, my money's up,
    I'm praying for war
    I do this all the time, all the time, all the time
    Faces of Doom, sling in the lobby
    Swinging cooked raw, if you played the field you was not leaving
    Fast pace of a
    CREAM chasing team
    Trying to come through the hood and lie, get left for dead naked in
    QueensLet them other *************z wear that, we take the credit
    While we was shopping for more
    Nikes and off-whites
    ****** stirrers, the crib, cracked mirrors
    Career thugs who serve only judges and jurors
    Got to make my money this year, whether it's through rhyming or criming
    I'll be on the line with my iron
    Promised them llamas'll fly fast, quick at pirahnas
    Trying to intervene, get caught dead, no head in pijamas
    You live like a slouch from vouchers
    Nobody mad, you was a fake, dead, die with no trousers
    Cause you crossed the line like
    Miller's Crossing
    Off with ya dome,
    I walked you through the woods, we both smoked a bone[Chorus 2X][Inspectah Deck]
    Mean streets...
    Just when
    I thought
    I was out, they pulled me back in
    The streets stay flooded with crack rocks and
    Mac shotsThe scenery's money, guerrillas in the back drop
    The livest'll pop, the weakest get chopped where they stand
    Singing the judge's name, dropped in the stand
    Drug money kills, blood on my bills, mud on my
    NikesOnly buying with the couple that
    I trust with my life
    Twenty four sev' ducking the feds, infrared wtih lead
    Gamble with off track betting instead
    In my hood anybody can get it, and everybody want it
    Cutthroat executives, the corners, the office
    And the thought is to be boss of all bosses
    The cost is ya life, swimming with sharks and orcas
    So keep ya guards up, or get scarred up
    It's a Cold
    World, I told you with
    ***** Just'
    The bigger the funds, the bigger the guns that's blazing
    It's sick in the slums and *************z are stunting for nathin'[Ghostface Killah]
    Aiyo, my gun been in more *************z mouths than a whore had *************
    With creamy **** on the side of her jaw
    It's Rigatone, *************, sliding through airports
    Riding on *************z like
    MJ, same day
    I rocked you, comprende?
    Yeah, I'm kinda off cuz my guns was dirty
    That last joint that hit you, kid, you made the top thirty
    Early, walk with me and strap with a vengeance
    More or less
    Ghostface
    Killah'll stretch you out like mad words in a sentence
    Smell the gas burning (yeah) feel the fire (word)
    Real talk, it's not that bull*************t from
    The WireIt's them disco kids that clap iron
    Champion hoods, if ya coke don't freeze, my face is not worth frying
    We crack eight************* with pool sticks
    Bungee jump off a mountain of bricks
    ************* you up if you slinging those nicks
    Toney Starks from the octagon, my ox is on
    Snap Matt
    Hughes' neck with my boxers on[Chorus 2X]
  • [Intro: Raekwon (man)](Aiyo, Chef?)
    What up, my *************?(Yeah, man, I gotta give you the 411, *************t is straight 911, word)
    It's $2.50, *************, back the ************* up!
    Talk to me...(Word, them blue ninjas is everywhereWord, watch ya back, Protect Ya Neck and all that *************t, manThirty nine mother******s already got scooped upIndicted, word, I'm bird eye viewing it right nowOut there out the mother******g window)
    You got the strong scoopers out there?(Word, five book store buses out frontAll them young boys are certified, they our rentals)[Chorus 2X: Suga Bang Bang]
    For these mean streets from
    Cali to New
    YorkWho could ya trust?
    *************z they do talk
    Running from the feds and out of state troopers
    Look up ahead, you know we got sharp shooters[Raekwon]
    The blocks is molded, step up ya sword piece
    Moving through them housing with more ki's
    Rembrandts is fresh from
    Scotland, crisp hats,
    Cristal bottles
    *************z want the problems, we back
    It's time to take over the game, it's nothing
    I live on the line, from corner to castles with pawns and capsules
    Scramble and find, my money's up,
    I'm praying for war
    I do this all the time, all the time, all the time
    Faces of Doom, sling in the lobby
    Swinging cooked raw, if you played the field you was not leaving
    Fast pace of a
    CREAM chasing team
    Trying to come through the hood and lie, get left for dead naked in
    QueensLet them other *************z wear that, we take the credit
    While we was shopping for more
    Nikes and off-whites
    ****** stirrers, the crib, cracked mirrors
    Career thugs who serve only judges and jurors
    Got to make my money this year, whether it's through rhyming or criming
    I'll be on the line with my iron
    Promised them llamas'll fly fast, quick at pirahnas
    Trying to intervene, get caught dead, no head in pijamas
    You live like a slouch from vouchers
    Nobody mad, you was a fake, dead, die with no trousers
    Cause you crossed the line like
    Miller's Crossing
    Off with ya dome,
    I walked you through the woods, we both smoked a bone[Chorus 2X][Inspectah Deck]
    Mean streets...
    Just when
    I thought
    I was out, they pulled me back in
    The streets stay flooded with crack rocks and
    Mac shotsThe scenery's money, guerrillas in the back drop
    The livest'll pop, the weakest get chopped where they stand
    Singing the judge's name, dropped in the stand
    Drug money kills, blood on my bills, mud on my
    NikesOnly buying with the couple that
    I trust with my life
    Twenty four sev' ducking the feds, infrared wtih lead
    Gamble with off track betting instead
    In my hood anybody can get it, and everybody want it
    Cutthroat executives, the corners, the office
    And the thought is to be boss of all bosses
    The cost is ya life, swimming with sharks and orcas
    So keep ya guards up, or get scarred up
    It's a Cold
    World, I told you with
    ***** Just'
    The bigger the funds, the bigger the guns that's blazing
    It's sick in the slums and *************z are stunting for nathin'[Ghostface Killah]
    Aiyo, my gun been in more *************z mouths than a whore had *************
    With creamy **** on the side of her jaw
    It's Rigatone, *************, sliding through airports
    Riding on *************z like
    MJ, same day
    I rocked you, comprende?
    Yeah, I'm kinda off cuz my guns was dirty
    That last joint that hit you, kid, you made the top thirty
    Early, walk with me and strap with a vengeance
    More or less
    Ghostface
    Killah'll stretch you out like mad words in a sentence
    Smell the gas burning (yeah) feel the fire (word)
    Real talk, it's not that bull*************t from
    The WireIt's them disco kids that clap iron
    Champion hoods, if ya coke don't freeze, my face is not worth frying
    We crack eight************* with pool sticks
    Bungee jump off a mountain of bricks
    ************* you up if you slinging those nicks
    Toney Starks from the octagon, my ox is on
    Snap Matt
    Hughes' neck with my boxers on[Chorus 2X]