Intro: Raekwon, Ghost      So that's it kid, youknowhatI'msayin? Right here, lights out   Yo yo hold up let me talk to this cat   Yo kid, whattup Starks, whattup?   Ay ay, whassup? Whassup baby?   Ay yo yo yo kid, ay yo yo   I just seen this kid over there over there, right over there   while you're, while you're filmin that shit   I know he ain't down with your team   Who?   Don't know, some sk-skinny lookin, big-head nigga, youknowhatI'msayin?   That nigga ain't fuckin with heads though   YO SON, I just seen five fiends around a nigga Son   Fuck, we gotta, we gotta go   C'mon fuckit, let's go over there, I'ma show this nigga right   Hold up wait up wait up, jiggy comin   Three deep niggaz   Fuck   Think niggaz don't know what the fuck's goin on   Come on, come on, right over here   Right on   There they go, right there   That's them right there kid   That cat?   Word up   Aiyyo kid?    You're right behind him   What the fuck is you doin man huh? Huh?   [The fuck you talkin to?]   Talkin to you man!   Talkin to you what?   [You ain't talkin to me]   What the fuck you talkin about?   Yo, open your hand man, what the fuck is that in your hand man?   [What? Huh?]   *fight ensues*   *smack* What the fuck, the fuck I say?   Aiyyo c'mere! C'mere!   Motherfu...   C'mere   Yeah it's my shit, my shit   Get up   Yo grab that nigga, grab him   *gun fires*   Yo shit! *gun fires* Move Son! Move! *gun fires repeatedly* Move move!   Go ahead! Get him! Ohh shit!   Ohh shit, ohh shit, yo   Yo man, yo Son I'm hit   Man Son, I'm hit   Yo Son?   Son I'm hit   Damn Son, you bleedin Son, bad Son   Aiyyo grab this grab this take this take this   Take this take this, I'ma go over to God's house 'fore the cops come   I'ma throw this shit away man   Go ahead Son, go ahead Son, just go ahead   Man fuck that, man seventeen Son   Yo Son   Get the fuck outta here man   Damn Son   Go ahead man, I'm dying go ahead   Hold that shit Son   Yo, go ahead go ahead, nigga try to assassinate me man...      Intro: Raekwon the Chef      It's the remix Son   Can it be, act like you know   Check it      Verse One: Ghostface Killer      Yo, check what happened out of state   I'm knocking off a half-a-cake Cash Rule, flying at a fast rate   I smoke the black dust kept my hands clutched, I'm fallin in lust   Spore plush I played my hand like a royal flush   Baggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty woman   I put it in him, shot up in him, deadly venom   I hung around the big time bosses   Illegal force exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources   Spades tried to bag me, like Cagney, and Lacey   Chef had that bitch Stacey slippin in Macy's   I dose off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped   and got licked like Papsy in a mob flick I got hit    Stumblin holdin my neck to the God's rest   Opened flesh burgundy blood colored my Guess   Emergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery   Can it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?   I should've stayed in Job Corp, but now I'm a outlaw   Ray Cartegna, carry a fo'-fo' nigga      Chorus:      {Can it be that it was all so simple then?}   Dedicated to the Gods and Earths   Dedicated to babies who came feet first   Dedicated to Up North and down state   Dedicated to rich niggaz who sell weights   Dedicated to projects with black kids   Dedicated to man who build pyramids      Word up! What the fuck yo?   We taking you on another chamber   Word up son, you know how we be on it   Yeah it's real   Show these crabs how to rhyme man   I think it's time to bless them, word up   Bulletproof   First chamber   Yo Chef yo      Verse Two: Raekwon      It started off on the Island, AK Shaolin niggaz wildin   Old folks scream : stop the violence!   True layin up yo, watchin these crack niggaz   Playin nuff crap games for what see?   Back in days, crime pays in mad ways   Sportin Tommy Hil with caves 360 waves    And no searchin for loose ends, now flex 300 Benz   Mad 10's with mad diamonds   Now that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggaz act trife   I paid the price throughout my hood life   Remember I got blasted, now that's in the past kid   God forbid I lay in the casket   But now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed, mixed with coke    I wash my mouth out with soap   And I got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and better   and fat leather, so whatever, bring it on      {Can it be that it was all so simple then?}      Outro:      Yeah, for real   Murderous material stacked up   Peace to mazes, for real   Meditating on life   Gold, word up y'all   Crazy fly, dedication, to my people   Word up, peace to all my brothers that I ain't gonna see no more   Peace to brothers on the Island, up North   Word up   Straight up, I love you boy, it's on like that   Word up, word up   Peace to man woman and child   Word up   I got you covered baby, I'm here for you   Project, check it   Projects peoples one love   Keep your head clear, we out of here   We move in silence   Bad boys, creating, the muderous stacks for your headpiece   Baldheads, braids, blowouts   Yo   Fly chicks   It's the remix y'all   For real, the real side   The RZA, check it   Razor blade sharp   Peace to the Clan   No other producer can compare boy   WORD UP   Bring it, battle, beats all types of shit   For real y'all