[Intro: Raekwon (man)]   (Aiyo, Chef?) What up, my nigga?   (Yeah, man, I gotta give you the 411, shit is straight 911, word)   It's $2.50, nigga, back the fuck up! Talk to me...   (Word, them blue ninjas is everywhere   Word, watch ya back, Protect Ya Neck and all that shit, man   Thirty nine motherfuckers already got scooped up   Indicted, word, I'm bird eye viewing it right now   Out there out the motherfucking window)   You got the strong scoopers out there?   (Word, five book store buses out front   All them young boys are certified, they our rentals)      [Chorus 2X: Suga Bang Bang]   For these mean streets from Cali to New York   Who could ya trust? Niggaz 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   Niggaz 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 Queens   Let them other niggaz wear that, we take the credit   While we was shopping for more Nikes and off-whites   Heroin 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 shots   The 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 Nikes   Only 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 Allah Just'   The bigger the funds, the bigger the guns that's blazing   It's sick in the slums and niggaz are stunting for nathin'      [Ghostface Killah]   Aiyo, my gun been in more niggaz mouths than a whore had dick   With creamy nuts on the side of her jaw   It's Rigatone, nigga, sliding through airports   Riding on niggaz 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 bullshit from The Wire   It's them disco kids that clap iron   Champion hoods, if ya coke don't freeze, my face is not worth frying   We crack eightballs with pool sticks   Bungee jump off a mountain of bricks   Fuck 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]