(feat. Raekwon)      [Raekwon]   Old dro bottles, and blow, blowin from both zones   Layin in them Tahoes we own the projo's   Three for tenement we in the lobby with the big   (da dun dun dun) Don't move cause I'm a representative   Live for the street, ask, you die in the war   'member that -- blast that three atcha -- hide in the wall   We gangsta, republicans with them big things, big rings   Get your head shot off, daddy you don't believe chains   Loose cameras, big hammers, Station Wagon, blue Phantoms   Smokin the block up, y'all witness the zoo gamblers   We ain't takin no shorts, its just the early 80's   That made me, now I sit paid and then maybe   Nothing but my Lords and raps, these bags of dope   Under the mattress and I clack like a slave key   Wash your squad up, I roll double refuse to rock   Closed up my door up and murked you on the job (aww)      [Hook: Busta Rhymes]   Gettin money like back in the days   niggaz get like shower posse in a spec of the drug games   Slayin niggaz, steady sprayin niggaz, till the task forces roll up   In unmarked vehicles and will be layin niggaz   Streched out, focus, see you come back triple   When we O.T. cut it with bakin soda, acquire now   Strategize, gettin paper like the chivey Jamacians   And them George Chain niggaz, might we set up a goal?      [Busta Rhymes]   We got guns tucked in our waistlines, wit raps   Hangin from our back pockets miraculous money nigga   Can't stop at Sherlock - Home can go's   Medallions so big wit strings you could turn 'em into banjos   Phenomenal property, drug money, scram wrap em   A hundred EX - golden like a hundred graham crackers   Sidewindin niggaz tryna infiltrate blindside   A nigga hit you wit the eight, three in the club   Dumbin out, drunk in fronta the airbrush   Backdrop ones out, five dollars for bitches wit the guns out   Juggle for a couple days close shop thinkin,   To you the bubble until the strip is hotter than a microwave   Don't stop, travel all my spare time and keep niggaz wit us   To push shit like George Jefferson Airline   No fro niggaz better go chill, 'fore this gun   Goes up your nose like coke sniffin up your nose dude      [Hook]      [Raekwon]   Ay yo, snoop me kid, coop me in the red room booth   And eatin Fruit Loops its all for the loot boo   Designated hammer that'll lay ya up scrambling   Blant ninjas get 'em more popped up, and start blowin niggaz magnums up   Caught me in the mix wit some rich soldiers, that reaction   Is a key action, black sent forty doja's up   We hunt 'em like big plans, my big mans and them   Slick as the shit breaks from outtas you, rip dip, then quakes them      [Busta Rhymes]   See I was always good at science, in the class I was hopin   Ask 'em for the chemistry temperature now I'm cookin the coke up   Used to sit and watch them older niggaz for hours   And did acknowledge to how cold water quickly harden the powder   Took your turn into somethin big to accredit (uhh)   But ya needs connect shit up from South America   Money calculations, told B.I.G. I sit up on it still   Holdin old hundred dollar bills, wit small faces      [Hook]