Damn back again up on track again Some of y'all black again it got dark On your mark get set Out of sight out of mind Hyprocites forget like marionettes Strings in the back like nets The chosen one who can laugh themselves to death Lack of rhymes meaningless punch lines Battle for your mind Like Israel and Palastine Good news there is some hard ass times No more disses Repeated lines and ' Days of doris' Got issues and wishes Got the jam but gettin paid up off the misses Ain't nothin wrong but wait fuck another love song It's the r&b strangler bringing nosie in the wranglers Rock all the heads big times and alzheimers Shot the pill while I drop skills up in Brazil Now the pitch Lord save us from that sword of Davis That kidnap hip hop tracks and the beats in the game of rap Put my soul in it Care less about the gold in it Boom the shootie Got 'em running from the paparazzi Lodie dotie When the feds come and doom your party Cracker in the back Don't you know it's illuminati Ain't nothing changed PE we be the same crew Resurrection in the game here to save you Yo it's going down baby It's going down family That's my word We gettin ready to turn this shit to the two and three zeros Ya know what I'm sayin Have all the clocks goin backwards Have everything goin haywire You lauged before let's see you laugh now blue cow How now black cow Word to bird Word to bird Word to bird nigga One on one Hard like tarot cards Behold the one man million man march Takes a nation 400 year violation Apocalyptic no power in this happy hour Hazordus no you don't like lazarus Just black baby Where my soul be at Star spelled backwards is rats Let bra man rap I'm trapped in the back with these industry cats One step forward two steps back Making habits claiming habitats Ratta tat tat Wish you could turn back the hands of time And get mental Pop the track eight track lincoln contniental I'm the mouth that roared Swore to the Lord The eye of hawk Both live and die by the sword The forbidden The six man be sinning from the beginning The suckers hand be hidden Intesne Knocking your block with some sense PE got more jewels than dead presidents The devil try to get me cross like a crucifix But I am focused on the vultures Like a loc of locusts New world order is goin down Gettin round I'm the spook that sat by the sound Fucking with Sadamn will bring a new Saigon Ain't nothing changed PE we be the same crew boy Yeah that's right Nine eight No joking We coming out smoking And for all y'all that's been sleeping on us You're lacking you're lacking Aiyo check 1-2 I've got my mand that's about to sneak up on you and your crew Ya know what I'm saying Check 1-2 Aiyo Masta Killa I want you to put one up in 'em son And show 'em you ain't done son Ball 'em with the back of the gun son Make 'em run son Sliding down broadway beneath the j line Slumped in the incline position Mind travellin beyond the shell Which holds the soul controlled by the Allah I be most humble but also punishable For those who are unlawful to righteousness I strive to stay alive and live this Many fell victim to the wisdom I mastered this The track ovulates the mic like prostate gland imperegnates Onto the paper the pain pours For the love of my brother that hurts just the same Fuck fame My gun I bust to maintain Moods are insiduous Baffels and eludes those who label the God being anti-social Chose not to apply their third eye I travel at the speed of thought rate It's fatal What will enable a man to levitate Flava Flav: And you can take that and put that on the back of your brain Coming straight to you from Masta Killa Ain't nuttin iller I told you PE is still in full effect Beyond the year 2000 We ain't taking no shorts And y'all need to know that To make your head fat boy

{The story you're about to see, occurred along the main Trading route, on the border between the North and South At a small outpost called Red Clay Village} {What the fuck y'all niggaz thought, huh? What you thinkin' bitch? Are you stupid son, must be stupid kid, What the fuck is wrong? It's the Wu bitch, ain't got a clue bitch, tie ya shoe bitch Get the fuck back, 'fore we break a fuck, listen Tryin' to tell y'all niggaz, give you a fair warnin', just a chance to live So you can see ya kids, yo son nah, before I split ya wig I'd rather feed you this, but you ain't wanna eat it So now you got to, feel it} Yo what the, yo Let me fuck it one more time then y'all can fuck Y'know how we do it in the hood Yo, yeah, turn the mic up, yeah, yo Y'all niggaz better rock y'all hoodies Take money, snatch jewelry, in the hood You find the best woman lookin' good Diamond she need polishin' In my hood, all the gunshot legal At the same time we gotta stop killin' our people Keep it in the hood, niggaz walk with they gun Keep it in the hood, that's where we come from I rep Brooklyn, home of the gangsta I know a few murderer, drug dealer In the hood, we speak mathematics and build What's the total weight of the brain, Allah real Slang jacks and hold gats, in the hood, 80 proof Get my dick sucked on the roof of the projects Dice game in the park, blunt sessions after dark Movin' with the Wesson Welcome to the God, we build and drop a lesson Pussyhole testin', in the hood Got the word from the hoodrat Shorty on the wood Murder, bad boy ya block off an' Murder, rude boy ya pop off an' Murder, nine millimeter me say Murder, no time fi talk, one fi Murder, men an' them ah talk 'bout di Murder, Masta Killa come calm wit' nying Nying, nying, nying, me say murder Aey yo, we boys in the hood, big bad wolves in the woods It ain't all good, pass the goods Deep in the project halls waitin' to shine Walk with a nine and talk with gang signs In the hood, niggaz put twenties on Hoopties Four heads, one forty ounce and a loosie And keep dough on the flip, a hoe on the strip And roll dick throw on the flip Weed clouds thick enough to block the sun Cops come, but thugs never drop the gun, understood? Far from ya Hollywood From day one, I vowed I would keep it in the hood From project chicks with hips and slim waists From five dollar plates apartment six-eighths O.G., I spit G to the young ones I keep it in the hood that's where I come from Murder, bad boy ya block off an' Murder, rude boy ya pop off an' Murder, nine millimeter me say Murder, no time fi talk, one fi Murder, men an' them ah talk 'bout di Murder, Masta Killa come calm wit' nying Nying, nying, nying, me say murder This is the place where thugs is born, in the hood Blink to long ya life is gone, in the hood Convicts still live with they mom And they whole family tree is tattooed on they arm, in the hood Crack fiend'd furnish a 'Lac, in the hood Africans be drivin' cabs, in the hood In the streets the ghetto is hot And the illest gangsters, on the block with cops, in the hood The ones you love'll fill you with slugs, in the hood Babies born addicted to drugs, in the hood We make life or death decisions And the school system is like a minimal prison So you can't knock the hustle or the life that I'm livin' In the hood, it ain't all good, repent or you sinnin' Murder, bad boy ya block off an' Murder, rude boy ya pop off an' Murder, nine millimeter me say Murder, no time fi talk, one fi Murder, men an' them ah talk 'bout di Murder, Masta Killa come calm wit' nying Nying, nying, nying, me say murder Murder, rude boy ya pop off an' Murder, no time fi talk, one fi Murder, rude boy ya pop off an' Murder, rude boy ya pop off an' Murder, men an' them ah talk 'bout di Murder, no time fi talk, one fi Murder, men an' them ah talk 'bout di Murder, Masta Killa come calm wit' nying Nying, nying, nying

Man: Yo What up D? Huh? You bought that from Tower Records? What's that, let me see that bag Get the f**k off, get the f**k off it Come here man, what the f**k I...(banging) Like that nigga, give me that man You dead on this purple tape nigga you dead on that F**k outta here (gun cock) Raekwon: Niggas think I can't sell five million? Ya'll niggas is mad Ya'll must not know the work I put in on this For real, that's for real for real (ha ha) Represent, flick it up all day nigga, Immobilarity Ya'll know my work, this category is raw (Raekwon) Aiyo slash your position Verbal mike physician Blow lines like chimes in the kitchen God should vega, straight up stomp that fake out What, he biting everything, biting his nuts We slang like champions Caught me in the outlet in Hamptons Style it out Throwin four thousand out Swimsuit mammal get high Float flammable Drop off in a Benz boat lampable Rear like hittin a deer Playin Cuban Linx movin in the chair, he got a ear No question all 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 gonna throw ya'll niggas free lunch Hit the L twice, need it once Track be yelling like a whore Like a swelling on a sore Or this rap Magellion on your jaw I'm a night freak, Boating on the weekends, ten a week Flows spray it like Clinique Rich unique, bitch you weak Contact Reek, we callin up Leek Yo he famous like Ali feet, yo mystical Rap Larry Davis with a pistol And dis you You a student, f**kin wit a principal Chorus(x2) Rollin like ten at a time Begin, love revolves around a thin line Go against this, send mine Lace you chase you down Let a hundred rounds race you Now you went from brolic to a facial (Raekwon) Yo, ayo glass tree house Yo, Fiendin like f**k in a green house Rush and cut, chain cream out Blow steam out Rare like guccis in ears Goose bears Skied up, loving all my deustch years Coat for broadway Hundred and 39th all day Got my chick rollin call her Parle' 20th century max like jail penitentiary Nikki Barnes gon' lynch me What, fruit flavored nikes Benz 2000 the hype piece Send half my love out to white peeps Wu-Tang emblem, success, make a nigga tremble Nine of us stand, nine resemble Filling out tax reports Look live up in Guess shorts Bitches got love and support Yo, leather jacket, yellow Leather hat, mack it real mellow New York state of mind, crime Othello Wild zoo of bitches, burrow that's Staten Yo we actin, Wud up we do that crack thing captain Still camaflouge jackets Mad rackets Out yo we cap shit, picture that nigga mashin Chorus(x2) (Raekwon) Yo, aiyo blowin more reason For a season, wud up shortie jaw season Baltimore hall bleeding Take money, remember that? dun gottori? son Dripped out in Bahamas all bummy Gain you out patriot Portrait of my love mad shit Now we with things, the long gray shit Luke bitches in Barook Cute big, fat bitches with Luke Lex you need boots that switches Flights over Iraq Ironing my hat out, and 'lax Connecting with diplomat cats Harlem hustle connect, Iceberg varsity check Rimmin well ice drool off my dick Abe Lincoln president suites, lay eventually Pinch me, I bought head from Monica Lewinsky Arrest that hoodlum Strong arm that the white gooden Faggot nigga frontin, knew he wouldn't Flexible impact rhymin professional We staked out eatin all side vegetables Prosperity rhymes, lines Casians and Asians Let's blaze niggas with the shine Chorus(x2) Raekwon: Yea word up, that's right ha ha Ya'll be loving my shit, yea all the real niggas Stand up, hey yo let me speak, let me speak Yo this a new year right here It's the 2 with the 3 zeros, here me? It's gonna get technical for real Let's play the game right It's jus a friendly game of baseball Ha feel me? Hey yo Santanna, yo Bring that suitcase in here kid Let's count that, where it came from? Where it came from? Rollin like ten at a time...

[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)