Intro: Raekwon, Ghost
So that`s it kid, youknowhatI`msayin? Right here, lights out
Yo yo hold up let me talk to this cat
Yo kid, whattup Starks, whattup?
Ay ay, whassup? Whassup baby?
Ay yo yo yo kid, ay yo yo
I just seen this kid over there over there, right over there
while you`re, while you`re filmin that shit
I know he ain`t down with your team
Who?
Don`t know, some sk-skinny lookin, big-head nigga, youknowhatI`msayin?
That nigga ain`t fuckin with heads though
YO SON, I just seen five fiends around a nigga Son
Fuck, we gotta, we gotta go
C`mon fuckit, let`s go over there, I`ma show this nigga right
Hold up wait up wait up, jiggy comin
Three deep niggaz
Fuck
Think niggaz don`t know what the fuck`s goin on
Come on, come on, right over here
Right on
There they go, right there
That`s them right there kid
That cat?
Word up
Aiyyo kid?
You`re right behind him
What the fuck is you doin man huh? Huh?
[The fuck you talkin to?]
Talkin to you man!
Talkin to you what?
[You ain`t talkin to me]
What the fuck you talkin about?
Yo, open your hand man, what the fuck is that in your hand man?
[What? Huh?]
*fight ensues*
*smack* What the fuck, the fuck I say?
Aiyyo c`mere! C`mere!
Motherfu...
C`mere
Yeah it`s my shit, my shit
Get up
Yo grab that nigga, grab him
*gun fires*
Yo shit! *gun fires* Move Son! Move! *gun fires repeatedly* Move move!
Go ahead! Get him! Ohh shit!
Ohh shit, ohh shit, yo
Yo man, yo Son I`m hit
Man Son, I`m hit
Yo Son?
Son I`m hit
Damn Son, you bleedin Son, bad Son
Aiyyo grab this grab this take this take this
Take this take this, I`ma go over to God`s house `fore the cops come
I`ma throw this shit away man
Go ahead Son, go ahead Son, just go ahead
Man fuck that, man seventeen Son
Yo Son
Get the fuck outta here man
Damn 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 remix Son
Can it be, act like you know
Check it
Verse One: Ghostface Killer
Yo, check what happened out of state
I`m knocking off a half-a-cake Cash Rule, flying at a fast rate
I smoke the black dust kept my hands clutched, I`m fallin in lust
Spore plush I played my hand like a royal flush
Baggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty woman
I put it in him, shot up in him, deadly venom
I hung around the big time bosses
Illegal force exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources
Spades tried to bag me, like Cagney, and Lacey
Chef had that bitch Stacey slippin in Macy`s
I dose off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped
and got licked like Papsy in a mob flick I got hit
Stumblin holdin my neck to the God`s rest
Opened flesh burgundy blood colored my Guess
Emergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery
Can it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?
I should`ve stayed in Job Corp, but now I`m a outlaw
Ray Cartegna, carry a fo`-fo` nigga
Chorus:
{Can it be that it was all so simple then?}
Dedicated to the Gods and Earths
Dedicated to babies who came feet first
