Chorus - (One) gun go off, showin' everything is lost (Two) hold between me and you, these the rules, c'mon (Three) yo, we gotta stand together to take
[Intro: Raekwon] What's up Big Chris? Goin to the store to get the papers. *echoes* Got ya, a little love on this one here. Huh! *laughs* Word on. Word
*sounds of the street, Wu-Tang St. Ide's commercial is in the background* (this is a best guess based on what's heard underneath Rae's conversation) [
(featuring Tiffany Villareal) [Chorus: Tiffany Villareal] Some day, I know you'll be far away I'll be right here to stay, give me one day Baby, baby
[Raekwon] Moet got me actin like a fuckin goat in here Yo god, remember back in the days god? When we came a long way and shit, man? (No question) Supposed
Yeah yeah I'm tired of doing this shit Aight word aight I'm a set it Tell me how you feel man Yo son check the fly shit son Sup cousin how you doin'?
brolic guerillas stand up Whoever large throw a hand up Throw a grand up Let's like multiply Con-nect both sides, big shit low rides, ga-lide Everybody bump once Yo Chef
Straight up, c'mon Bub, I need you man Yo, Straight up y'all Yo Ghost I love you man You know how we do this right here We do this for our family See
[Raekwon] Call me the flyest jewel thief in the town jewelry nympho with info All I need is three hold me down where the joints at chill Its one big
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 L Got the scope on your nosey ass mother, fuckin' up sales Forty karat locked in, bowtie, chillin' at the Democrat party Yo, Chef, your coat, got
"I told you a long time ago you fuckin' little monkey not to fuck me" "Hey hey, who the fuck you think you going for huh?" "Who the fuck you think I am
Turn me up (feel me like) let me get a feeling of who love me And who I love (that's what it's all about though) You understand? First you got to know
Friday nigga What's the word? You got something for me I'ma see you in 2 seconds Right, yo pull my Rover on the side Right there man police coming man
, ours (Yo, Yo) Method Man; Ladies and gentlemen Your about to see A pastime hobby about to be Takin' to the next degree By M-E-TH and the bloody Chef
and shut you down on some real shit Till the Chef be like (Chill, kid) That's word to Abola Perrione, dem not know who they deal wit Chef Banks, uh-huh
it like it's marble cake Know what I'm sayin'? Yeah yeah yeah yeah Check it, yo, yo, yo, yo Stand on the block Reebok gun cocked Avalanche rock get paid off mass murderous services Chef
Wu-Tang school method against me? I've learned so many styles, forgive me) Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef a.k.a. Lou Diamonds Sit back relax, fake
