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*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) 
[Ghostface] Who's the Wallabe kid  dress down  could never be Son 
Ricochet daily hit the deli for a cold one 
May I be blessed yes? My mic is like a laser beam 
that blow between the bushes  St. Ide's and I the king of things 
[Cappadon] Crack the bottle of the St. Ide's, sippin it's real 
and thrillin will I, drink it and we only 
too be dope, you can't die, them peoples do lie 
And if the street don't know, you're full of slang cane pain 
[RZA] It was hot, on the spot, so I jetted up the block 
I said, ock, I'm hot, let's go sit on the bay by the docks 
of the black, I'm fully packed, always got my Trojan 
Heads got bottles open, fill my cup till flowin 
*conversation* 
All that good shit 
Yeah 
KnowhatI'msayin, you come in, you come in lookin flavorful 
Word 
YouknowhatImean? You the whole shit of the whole night 
But I've seen it though, knowhatI'msayin? Like I seen it 
You know, my G is too futuristic for that shit, knowhatI'msayin? 
Word, did you try to get a little swerve kid on? 
Tried to man, youknowhatI'msayin, but she was come pullin off 
Word 
Word? 
Just come pullin off her as her drawers 
Worrrd 
Fuck that bitch though, knowhatI'msayin? Shoulda, on the real 
Yo yo tonight feel like a nigga gonna get burnt 
Yeah yeah 
It's like you hear something tomorrow right 
Some like yo, blahzay blahe 
It's the wind, I'm tellin you 
Yeah yeah word 
It's the air, I can feel it 
It feel hot, it feel feel hot at night and shit like 
the sun ain't even out 
Yo the sun don't shine nobody, knowhatI'msayin? 
Lyrics: Raekwon 
Yeah 
One-two, one-two, nigga 
Line for line, line for line 
How we get down wit da rhyme 
Yo, it be a line for line, line for line 
This is how we get down 
Yeah, line for line, line for line 
This is how we get down 
Yo! Can you feel me? 
Storytellin rap Magellan I ain't tellin 
Them niggaz ran in the spot for sellin 
Word up, pushed up, man got mushed up 
Seen him at a rap show actin like fat cat though 
Glasses gold, shinin like a real big boy 
This nigga had mega ice on Chips Ahoy! 
Cat surrounded, this political brown kid 
All out the wind yo, my man walked in 
Pullin mints out son had mad clientele 
Order me Cristal twice Kion, chill! 
Watch them niggaz, aiyyo that clique's from outta state 
They bubble weight in Far Rockaway with Blake Carrington 
You know the kid with the most doe-getters 
And terrors on fat shit clique they rock Lo sweaters 
That's my man, that's my man too 
Call him up on the strength of the Wu 
And watch me game, yo grab the cell 
I got a heist to pull off well 
At the end of the week, I'm buyin you a L 
Lexus nigga, I ain't talkin bout Hancock 
No time for weed plus no time to get locked 
That night, up in the staircase 
Cousin had me laced out, skeed all outta my face 
We gon' get dat cruchy chump for all of his lump 
Don't try to front, you was sweatin this Hilfidiger 
Guess who walked in - Abbott and his man from Farragut 
Confront him wit the Ruger on his back, walk in black 
Where's your man, where's the sky blue Land at? 
Stop playin Wu in the back, smacked him wit the gat 
(Yo, money said he be here in fifteen!) 
Stop lyin, wait for the Millenia green to pull up 
He got the Donna Karen shit on, two rings 
Six carats a piece plus the chain swing 
Like anchors on ships flooded wit all diamond chips 
Back pockets: two clips - four-fifths wit rubber grips 
Layin, two bottles of brass I was slayin 
Meditatin, red dot be waitin for my payment 
Heard the key in the lock, cocked the glock 
Turn the lights out, dip behind the couch 
Kion, gag his mouth 
Infra-redded his head when he entered 
But a soft Perry Ellis leather with Dorinda 
A friend of, Kion's wife, Kenya, the bitch larger than life 
Yo, shorty be fuckin mad Columbian niggaz 
Fuck it, get on the floor meet the black Lex Luthor 
Stripped fast, the bitch had on Claiborne drawers 
Yo Rae, you about to scrape her, chill Ghost 
Thought for a second, turned around 
Threw the nine in his meatloaf 
Yo, where's the cash and the stash that's mixed? 
I don't know! 
Shot his hand, he started screamin like a bitch!
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