[Intro: Raekwon]
Yeah; yo shorty, move man
You know you ain't supposed to be over here, for real
Don't make us come and get you, man
Word up, man; tell your brother, man
That n***a better come around, man
Be good, man, we ain't sweatin' that little bit of money

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Flooded the lobby with the big nickels
Playin' my square; tall caps only; bitch, eat a pickle
I'm melted up with Guess jeans, Champion sweat hood on
Philadelphy hat; two [?] blings
The Aston is dynamite red
Double-pipin' with the wrist lightning white
I shit on the hoodlings
All we hold is pedico and Eagles, Diesel weed
This time, I'm a shit rhymin' for kilos, yo
Who dare wan' test us? I flip the accent like Jamaicans
Kid, one stare, we shot your peoples
I'm always Bally'd up
N***a, you want me? Yeah, we both street
I'm under the building, all in me, Yoshi
Bugged out, Bugs-Bunny-money n***as
Plus my hands is licensed; that's right, shoot up some dummies
Dare n***as; it's gon' be hell up in everywhere, when we find you
Plus we chopped off your mother hands..
[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]
And packaged it up, and then mailed it to your brother's house
We want that coke, n***a, every last fuckin' ounce
You fuckin' with the wrong team; I'll blow meat off your shoulders
Got more than just thugs, I pack heat in my Crown holders
Louie Vuitton Wallos, keep a ox in the gummy sole
Chain so big, n***a, it look like dummy gold
You funny, though; fuckin' with some savage my n***as
That'll kill when it comes to six O's in the figure
Gun clappin', have 'em ready to bust they triggers
You's a goner, gonna find you slumped in the river
With a Cuban Link purple tape stuck in your face
I'm a ghost, choked out, no prints to trace
No leads in the case, got a secret identity
Throw loose change in the game, son, peep the documentary
I know ya'll motherfuckers like the back of my hand
Fuck around with big Ton' and get stomped by the Clan, asshole!