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This song is by Ghostface Killah, features Raekwon and Cappadonna and appears on the album Ironman (1996).

(<Hey yo>, You know they're killers themselves,<hey, hey, hey, 46>People die
For them. You know, guys that I fooled with were killers themselves<how you
Want it?, how you want it? stop that!, stop that!>

These are the men who lead the crime families of America. I control 26,000
Men. Except for dope, we operate in all aspects of organized crime. And if
There's one thing I'm sure of, it's that drugs destroy your mind. And destroy
Your home. In the end it'll only lead our country into ruin)...

Ghostface killah-

We eat fish, tossed salads and make rap ballads
The biochemical slang lord'll throw the arrows in the dope fiend
Vocal chords switch laser beams my triple sevens
Broke the slot machines out in Queens, Grey Poupon is rebel on rap
Smack on, swing like batons, most want niggas smoked like Hillshire Farms
Check the gun we sew, underneath my shoe lies the tap
That attract bow-legged bitches with wide horse gaps
In steel mills iron he'll smoke the blow on Duns
You run heroins, Primatene Mist is afraid of my lungs
Turn my channel, it'll blow your whole bench off the panel
Like 80 Roman candles that backfired then slammed you
Every day is like a video shoot, check this shit
I take you back to Playboy, stash guns and whips
Picture afro, big Shish Kabobs and daishikis
1000 civil marched blazed their fists in early sixties


Now check this one, you must have been stupid to miss this one
'Donna shogunning flip a ton of fashion
Destination be the cash when I step past one
Don't make me blast one, I'm cold like Eskimo flow
Cappadonna stay chilling take shots of penicillin
Clean out and let the steam out, she fiend to blow out
But I'm equipped with mad white, Morris The Rap got nine lives
I'll take a few hundred-thousand dollar dives
And then I still never go down until the last round I shine,
When RZA do his thing motherfucker, I'ma do mine


Now, where I come from cats be carrying Marrying drug money
Fuck up your wife, get four to life, claim we handling
Midtown niggers scrambling, moving examine the fly shit
Plus quick to buy shit Chef, yeah, you know the whole gods
Asterisk, Fidel Castro suits plus depositing cash rule big time
Play it like Canadian wine, RZA 's the rhyme now, the sacredness of
One's true mind Now let's get colourful like money green
High roller coaster, Sosa, million dollar nigger roaster
Yeah, GOD, be having my whole steez laced
Now let's wrap our tapes, connect dots
Aim Glocks train style, Figaro fly jewel
Tri-color Cubans swerving we'll pow with Germans in Suburbans
24 niggas with vests's on, my own restaurant
Dons sending my sons membership forms
They still getting this paper scraper
Fake haters from Jamaica, wizards be passing like Lakers
And if you coming from Lex, Lewis, Rich Liberace
Foetus style and block your goals like hockey...

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