[Produced by RZA]

[Intro: Raekwon, Nas & Ghostface Killah]
No tricks, no tricks, baby
Yeah, ayy, yo, Rae, check me out, y'all
It's the science (Fly wonderful, yeah, y'all)
Tony Starks and, umm, Lex Diamonds (Tony Starks)
My n***a Nas
Word up
Stay wise
All types of shit, yo, son
Hit these kids mad, couldn't know our story, right?
Show those crabs how to rhyme (Yeah, baby)
Shake a n***a with a few of them joints
It's only like five percent out of a hundred
Do it to 'em, baby

[Verse 1: Nas]
Through the lights, cameras, and action, glamor, glitters, and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
To conquer peace, leaving savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun
Trick my wisdom with the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold leaf, I hold heat nonchalantly
I'm raunchy, but things I do is real, it never haunts me, while
Funny style n***as roll in the pile
Rooster-heads profile on the bus to Rikers Isle
Holding weed inside they pussy with they minds on the pretty things in life
Props is a true thug's wife
It's like a cycle, n***as come home, some'll go in
Do a bullet, come back, do the same shit again
From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns salute life rapidly, that's the ritual
[Verse 2: Raekwon]
Perhaps bullets bust, n***as discuss mad money
True lies and white guys, we can see it through the eyes
Catch the most on tape, kilos disintegrate
Pyrex pots, we break, fiends licking plates
In the building, n***as building, like little children, staring
Them older n***as ain't caring
Sirens circling, fiends are lurking in your baggage
Oh, one's gone now, what? Smack him in his cabbage
In the woodwork
Crack sales bubble like Woolworths in the projects
Richest n***as rocking all the real worth
Police questioning, rooftop cats invested in
Trading in they Lexuses, GSs, sending messages
Two and two makes four, Cristals crazily pour
Gun wars, my crew feel 'em like swords

[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]
With the green leathers, hundred-pound snakes and cakes
Fiends found in lakes, jealously jakes we shake
What I strive for is what I live for
Infatuated by material things in this wild life of war
Like somewhere over the rainbow, I see a big pot of gold
Future stacks, so I hold
Thousands of cracks bagged up inside the shoebox
Don't keep jack in my lab, don't wanna see 2Pac
Got two spots on New Lots flooded with rocks
Shootouts making me hot, crooked cops, bag Tony and the ball drop
In denial, I'm banging n***as for slot time
Hurry up, duke, I'm next on line
And what the fuck is you looking at?
By the way young blood hit me off with that Green Bay hat
Watch your back inside the hall, new n***as slide through
Like doors, yo, you're staring in the mess hall
Your adrenaline runs, cigarette n***as be swindling
New jacks surrendering, come home not remembering
Made bail with different size kicks on, a white dress shirt
Looking gay in the yard and you got hurt
Flashbacks of the day room, mop wringer style
Your faggot ass got bashed trying to turn the dial
You told your boo you was wildin'
Once you heard Wu, out of the blue, your family's from Shaolin
High class cooks, throw on vests out of phone books
Infirmary n***as are screaming, "I got juxed"
Sharpened toothbrushes, one-ninety mixed with baby oil and shit
Your man's in the kitchen stashing ice picks
Well I'ma end this with a big red cherry on top
Me, Nas, and Rae got the best product on the block
[Outro: Raekwon & Ghostface Killah]
Cream, my whole team is eatin' off of this good shit (Word up, throw your hands up)
Good shit, n***a, next time, don't overlook shit (Cock back the MAC if, say whatever your Hawaiian style)
Keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front pocket (Exoticness, fly shit)
RZA, Ghost, and Chef, and Nas, n***as in the profit (Floatin' on a nine-five in the wind)