Intro (Raekwon)
1, 2
You got that?
Yeah
Yeah
Let's go
Silent king
Yeah
The big park shit
You know how it go
And them alleys
Yo

Verse 1 (Raekwon)

Since rap got locked right before we visit the 90's
Chef in the kitchen cookin' up wit the crimeys
It's late Fall, dime season
We bought the crib next to Bill Clinton mother cuz she fuck wit the Chinese
They hit niggas wit heron, there's 14 of us
Beamers, won't stop pitchin' the Chevron
It's packed kid, black kids don't know how to act
They flashin' Macs, Gilettes, a couple of stacks
Yo, the system's oopid
Yup, shorty wit the dunks on, the dunks get provided and swoop kid
And bloodhounds is hatin'
They knowin' how the kid get down
Silent shottys wit grenades, I'm waitin'
And everybody love vintage
You see like 4, 5 niggas wit half-moons and wave intentions
What's really good?
The 'dro hit 'em, killed him in the hotel
Heard he had some old chick wit 'im

Chorus (Raekwon)

That's how we make it happen
That's how we break it down
Hood all day nigga
Watch how we take the town
Watch how we do the do
Just know who is who
Acknowledge me all day and understand
Wu is Wu

Verse 2 (Ghostface Killah)

Yo
But on the other side of town it's Tony
Laid up
This white chick wanna gargle my nuts
I put the Bailey's down, tapped the blunt out
Grabbed her by her hair, watched blondie love whip my dick out
Spit drippin' down my balls, she slobber me
That's right, suck that dick, get it hard for me
Pyrex in one hand, large amount of grams in it rocked up
And she pregnant, my lil' man got her knocked up
He popped up (oh shit!)
I'm like a crooked cop, Richard Gere
Big smirk on, getting' my cock sucked
He pulled the joint out, a bullet spun out
But it was too late
Already nutted on the side of her mouth
Side of her face and hair like Somethin' About Mary
I can't front, my son gun look scary
Chill, she's a whore
You knew it from the time we ran trains on her
And you still fucked her raw
C'mon son, gimme the gun
You gonna kill me over this bum-ass bitch you can't resist?
Remember Vell had her in the Telly, takin' the fist?
Watch how you aimin' that shit
You should be aimin' at Trish
She take a bone like a rib-eye steak at Ruth Chris
Yo be easy on the trigger son, you squeezin' the fifth
I only did it just to show you she's the easiest bitch
He came close, had to duff him, nigga gimme that shit

(Chorus)

Outro (Ghostface Killah)

Fuckin' gun, muthafucka
I di—pull a fuckin' gun on me again, I blow ya lil' balls off
Go to the store and get me a fuckin' 40 'fore I smack the shit out'chu, man
Word up
While you're at it go to the freezer, get me a steak man, for ya eye, nigga
Word up
Put some balogna on your face or somethin', nigga
Make sure my 40 cold, too, when you bring it back
And when you get back, bag this shit up
Word up
I don't give a fuck if you 25, you my son, nigga (word up)
'S why I let'chu slide, nigga (word)
Get'chu a 40 too, and a pacifier, nigga