Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Raekwon
Raekwon
Vocals
Ghostface Killah
Ghostface Killah
Vocals
Black Ivory
Black Ivory
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dennis Coles
Dennis Coles
Songwriter
Robert Diggs
Robert Diggs
Songwriter
Corey Woods
Corey Woods
Songwriter
Patrick Adams
Patrick Adams
Songwriter
Stuart Bascombe
Stuart Bascombe
Songwriter
Russell Patterson
Russell Patterson
Songwriter
Leroy Burgess
Leroy Burgess
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
RZA
RZA
Producer
Islord
Islord
Assistant Engineer
4th Disciple
4th Disciple
Assistant Engineer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

"I told you a long time ago, you fuckin' little monkey, not to fuck me" "Ay ay, who the fuck you think you talkin' to, huh? (You wanna fuck wit-)" "Who the fuck you think I am, your fuckin' bellboy?" "You wanna go to war? You wanna go to war, okay?" (Comin' up on half a mil', we build) For real, y'all Takin' you on another one, son Uhh, Julio Iglesias Makin' C.R.E.A.M. like that nigga Yo, (Blaow!) first of all, son, peep the arson Many brothers I be sparkin' and bustin' mad light inside the dark Call me dough snatcher, just the brother for the rapture I hang glide, holdin' on strong, hard to capture Extravagant, RZA bake the track and it's militant Then I react like a convict and start killin' shit It's manifested, the Gods work like appliances Dealin' in my cypher I revolve around sciences The 9th chamber, leave you trapped inside my hallway You try to flee but you got smoked up by the doorway (Blaow! Blaow!) No question, I send your ass back right to the essence Your whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you restin'? While I'll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops Throwin' niggas off airplanes 'cause cash rules (Cash rules) Everything around me, black, as you can see Swallow this murder one verse like God degree Then analyze my soundtrack for satisfaction You adapt like a flashback chain reaction (Lace them niggas, son) AK's black, bust back like 70 MACs I'm all that, street niggas knowin' my steez, black Ron G, you know he coincide with me, see Marvelous menace fo' society But anyway, let's toast, champagne thoughts with Ghost I max the most shotguns through the nose Fuck rap, hip-hop put me on top 'Lo wears and Tommy Hil' fly shit with a knot The witty unpredictable live shit, drive-by shit Do or die shit, I'll take your lye and shit And then you know, I'm runnin' through the penal Foul, fall through, child was wild The old lady snitched, but fuck it, you know what? One love, kid, no, I'm not doin' a bid Too much to get for what? 'Cause six niggas got stuck And the nigga chain was truck? Yo, fuck that, criminology rap, sneakers stay Jet black floatin' in the flyest Ac', nigga (Bring it, yeah) Much love go to New York City All my Tommy Hil', ice rockin' niggas
Writer(s): Robert F. Diggs, Corey Woods, Dennis D. Coles, Patrick Adams, Stuart Bascombe, Leroy O-niel Jackson Jr., Russell L. Patterson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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