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[feat. Ghostface Killah] [Intro: 'Scarface' sample (Raekwon) {Ghostface Killah}] What you think I'm a fucking worm like you? I told you, man, I told you, don't fuck with me I told you, no fucking kids, no, but you wouldn't listen Well, you stupid fuck, look at you now {Ya'll already know!} (For real, ya'll, back behind the wall again) {yeah, you know what it is} (You know what it do, '09 style this time) {It's time to go in now, ya'll} (For real, making CREAM again, nigga... BLAOW!) {you already know, it's crunch time} [Raekwon:] First of all, black park it, guns, we spark it Hit you in the back of your dome, from far, kid Dice kickers, gun clickers, run up in the bank for ones, quick The drug dealer niggas, we flip 'em Polo rugbies, flags on my hats, you love these Knockout artists are one-piece Fly in a foreign, all my money ties is tied-up I'd rather sell coke, no bargain Tough like a Hummer, fly like a Maybach Spot runner, clap you in a gun shop, one up Fuck about police, we Park Hillians with gold geese And everyday's a Sunday Easter Cousins in Gaza, the new improved Shottas Stretched out, mink on the floor, you hassa SongtexteWe run through with turbans, diamonded up chain with boots on Mori umbrellas in Tucson Rhyming is a color, the lifestyle is live, my fly brothers Something go wrong, we slug something [Interlude: Raekwon (Ghostface Killah)] Chill my nigga, chill (I got this, I got this) Make sure you handle that beat, you know what time it is Body that beat, man, come on (Yeah) [Ghostface Killah:] You can catch me anywhere, frost bitten chain Bad dame, a thousand grams in Delaware The smokeshop's is owls, laid back, hanging niggas to death Word, you can call us coat racks With 'giants' all around me like, Eli Manning The bitch is on the block like, he died scrambling Cause L frames is crack, popped out, nina one of his eyes Can't come back home, they locked out All he did was re-up, hustle for kick money Kept Beez all around him, thinking he shit honey Bow, I'm into bobsleds, wasting large bread Gucci helmet is blue, trim in his dark red The rap TJ Swan, it's me Ason If he don't spin my shit, break the DJ arm And glide off like an escapade, renegade on ice Lemonade Clark, the haze is nice The Goldielocks, rocks sapphire, chain is right Bitch niggas, ya'll watch what ya'll say in ya mics, suckas Aus Songtexte Mania