That street shIt, I want it now I'm out here "why they ain't around"? They snatched me I can't make a sound I just bought a chopper with 100 rounds That's why my niggas going bananas (that's why my niggas going crazy) That's why my niggas going bananas (that's why my niggas going crazy) That's why my niggas going bananas (that's why my niggas going crazy) I just bought a chopper with 100 round I Just bought a chopper, gave it to Numbanine Living up in traffic that's the 1 to 9 I catch an opp on traffic imma gun him down Posted up on normal on the summer time My block my block, you an opp, you get shot That drum beating like chop So get back or get that Now run up on me and get wacked In other words get stretched And if Durk is here he's gonna catch Headshot, fuck a vest That'll traumatize him more Shout out to them O-boys Niggas snitching like ole boy Niggas ain't say shit That family shit ain't mean shit If you snitch, then you get stitched That family shit ain't mean shit If you snitch, then you get stitched That street shit, I want it now I'm out here "why they ain't around?" They snatched me I can't make a sound I just bought a chopper with 100 rounds That's why my niggas going bananas (that's why my niggas going crazy) That's why my niggas going bananas (that's why my niggas going crazy) That's why my niggas going bananas (that's why my niggas going crazy) I just bought a chopper with 100 round Free my nigga Mikey, he got bumped for murder Niggas paranoid and bro ain't even worried Judge on his dick, so he used the jury I just hope they don't throw him the juror's (Life) Drama shit I finish a lot of shit Savage shit, poker face See a stain, I'm all in OTF we all win, niggas say we ballin Got them mad, got them niggas hating, got them frauding That drug money, I want it now (I need it now) I got these niggas mad, I'm around That drug money, I want it now I got these niggas mad, I'm around (Let's get it) That street shit, I want it now I'm out here "why they ain't around?" They snatched me I can't make a sound I just bought a chopper with 100 rounds That's why my niggas going bananas (that's why my niggas going crazy) That's why my niggas going bananas (that's why my niggas going crazy) That's why my niggas going bananas (that's why my niggas going crazy) I just bought a chopper with 100 round

[Intro: Raekwon the Chef] (Can it be that it was all so simple then) KnowhatI'msayin, take you on this lyrical high real quick Nineteen ninety three exoticness KnowhatI'msayin, let's get technical Where's your bone at, get up on that shit aight Yo! [Verse One:] Started off on the island, AK Shaolin Niggaz whylin, gun shots thrown the phone dialin Back in the days of eight now, makin a tape now Rae gotta get a plate now Ignorant and mad young, wanted to be the one Till I got (BAM! BAM!) thrown one Yeah, my pops was a fiend since sixteen Shootin' that (that's that shit!) in his blood stream That's the life of a crimey, real live crimey If niggas know the half is behind me Day one, yo, growin all up in the ghetto Now I'm a weed fiend, jettin the Palmetto In Medina, yo no doubt the God got crazy clout Pushin the big joint from down South So if you're filthy stacked up Betta watch ya back and duck Cause these fiends they got it cracked up Now my man from up north, now he got the law It's solid as a rock and crazy salt No jokes, I'm not playin, get his folks Desert Eagle his dick and put 'em in a yolk (AAH!) And to know for sure, I got reck and rip shop I pointed a gat at his mother's knot (Yo, Rae, don't do that shit, man! Don't do that shit!) Fuck that [Chorus] [Raekwon] Dedicated to the winners and the losers (Can it be that it was all so simple then?) [Ghost Face Killer] Dedicated to all jeeps and land cruisers (Can it be that it was all so simple then?) [Raekwon] Dedicated to the Y's, 850-I's (Can it be that it was all so simple then?) [Ghost Face Killer] Dedicated to niggas who do drive-bys (Can it be that it was all so simple then?) [Raekwon] Dedicated to the Lexus and the Ax (Can it be that it was all so simple then?) [Ghost Face Killer] Dedicated to MPV's phat! (Can it be that it was all so simple then?) [Raekwon] Nigguh, yeah, yeah! [Verse Two: Ghostface Killer] Yo! Kickin the fly cliches Doin duets with Rae and A, happens to make my day Though I'm tired of bustin off shots havin to rock knots Runnin up in spots and makin shit hot I'd rather flip shows instead of those Hangin on my living room wall My first joint, and it went gold I want to lamp, I want to be in the shade Plus the spot light Gettin my dick rubbed all night I wanna have me a phat yacht And enough land to go and plant my own sess crops But for now, it just a big dream Cause I find myself in the place where I'm last seen My thoughts must be relaxed Be able to maintain Cause times is changed and life is strange The glorious days is gone, and everybody's doin' bad Yo, mad lives is up for grabs Brothers, passin away, I gotta make wakes Receivin all types of calls from upstate Yo, I can't cope with the pressure Settlin for lesser The god left lessons on my dresser So I can bloom and blossom, find a new way Continue to make hits with Rae and A Sunshine plays a major part in the daytime [Peace to mankind Ghostface carry a black nine, nigga Word up It's on like that] (Can it be that it was all so simple then)

(Feat. Ghostface Killah, Method Man, RZA & Masta Killa) Intro: And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get Tony Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America Who wants to kill him? No information, say yes or no One point five million Alright, you get what you want -- money's no object They're all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable And there are explosive head bullets, in the clip [Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)] Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here come the cop man Yo Starks come here, come here Sun Come here for a minute! Aiyyo aiyyo hold up hold up Shit we gotta go to the store for more baking soda Yo yo yo get your fuckin, yo this made of glass nig! Get your big Adidas off my moms table man! Get the fuck off it man. Yo just chill man, pass the Crystal man. Niggaz is greedy man, damn. Big ass shits. Yo man you ain't smoking none of that weed in here man. Chill man. Bobby Steels Somebody go to the store man Sup kid? Get that baking soda. (Yo!) Let's cut the pie five ways (Noodles) We came off with two mil kid Fast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt coming through) La cosa nostra (Johnny Blaze!) (Lou Diamonds!) Represent kid. (Tony Starks) Universal frontier (Original blood claat bad bwoys) Chorus: Method Man Who come to get you? None. They want guns! I be the first to set off shit, last to run Wu roll together as one I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one Verse One: Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze Check it Scriptures hit the body like sawed off shotties Like my hair notty and my nosepiece snotty Fuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real Ain't nothing fraudulent here, we pioneer Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah 36 Chambers of fear, huh, you lost it Information leaking out your faucets, hmmmmm Time to forfeit your crown and leave the ground There's a new sheriff in town holdin it down It's the two holster, shit shot smoker Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster Wild in the West, a student of my culture And life is the test, hold up Let a nigga catch his breath, we still paying dues And the last one is death, back to the essence With that shit you stressing, this rap profession Now peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin Isle plus my style, Criminology pays The last times and days, Johnny fuckin Blaze Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou Diamonds This goes for niggaz who know Wu will grow like llello, ley no, plus coolin in Barbados Ricaans be givin me much shit, the dutch shit Stay cool papi, seize it with enough shit Back at the lab a, crack's bagged up Yo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if they hafta Senoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin guards margaritas Suckin his dick, up in the whip long Designed for rhyme prime nigga jail time jiggas Them niggaz up in Height figures bitin niggaz Silks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain yeah Jakes beware black rap millionaires Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin this year One eight hundred gambino niggaz yeah [Meth] Wu roll together as one I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one Verse Three: RZA, a.k.a. Bobby Steels Solid gold crown is shinin Solid gold, check it Sun yo Solid gold crown be shinin and blindin like some diamonds I be pioneering the style in the cloud with silver linings Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected The heart the rib cage the chest and solar plexus Casting stones, cracking two-hundred and six bones And watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone How dare you approach it with dim pones The overfiend like noah bean green souls with a soldier mean The grand exquisite imperial wizard oh is it The Ryzarector come to pay your ass a visit Local bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general Lickin shots to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial Happen millenium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin Goes up your adrenalin son it's time for boutin It's a mileage resemblin niggaz who like followin Trapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle Verse Four: Master Killer God steppin forth upon holy down of the track It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack So I decided to bite down on the mic So the pain of the track won't deny the fact That I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an expert That hurts the individual who tries to visualize under Cuz I strike, like thunder Niggaz couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable My wisdom fucks up your respiratorial Systems are fractured by the killa tactics Style is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged Enter the entity, my vicinity Is three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity Represent the school of hard knocks and glocks my Clan is hoss and got mad moss for blocks so Feel the force of impact from the iron side of The gat as I attack the track From the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome Watch a nigga get blown out his muthafuckin dome Piece, deceased, laid to rest Chorus Verse Five: Ghostface Killer, a.k.a. Tony Starks Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room Holdin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom Full moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath Sold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef So step back, to the lab at, high velocity My teammate, enhance cells well like a pharmacy Fuck horado pablos plan growas bravo Goodfellas we know, best sellas become novels The man rockin head bands, silk scarves and jams Early 80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams The laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's Remember them kids that came off with 8 million Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavillions Them flower heads must have been stupid Tell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid That's jet money, undaground money Submarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies Cosa cosa, come on...