['The k**er' sample] Then who will beat him? I don't know, you know I can't reveal that sort of thing to you Well I haven't got my money yet [Intro: Raekwon] Head splash, caught him... (eight million stories or something) Eight million stories, n***a Word up, from the hard streets of Norfolk Motherf**er to New York, all over the world, n***a We win, all day everyday, n***a (Son is missing right now, man) Ya b**h-a** n***a, watch what happens (Get on it man, for real) Check the sh**, yo, aiyo, aiyo... (Raekwon) They found his head splashed, caught him by the side of the building He had a mask on, four-five why did you k** him? It was supposed to happen, clicked the sh** back Yo, this is the deal, you get on the floor and lay in the gra** Had me handcuffed, take two puffs of the kush I see you out here, your name's real, can't let you get touched He had a team, Japanese fiend, all of them greened down Chiba lit, blood on his Adidas was thick One second homey, walked over, weapon was boney Long nose joint, "Hold him", grabbed the n***a head, broke his Roley Where the blow shorty? Shorty start smiling, "Y'all n***as is puss" Yo, Lex, these n***as, ain't vets, they gush Chunk of meat flew off his cheek bone, broke a seat Had a hole in his 'Lo shirt and took all his weed Untied him, he fell, legs weak and son wouldn't tell Now it gets deep, son start falling asleep
They woke him back up, smacked him with the Mac, "Where ya s*ut?" I heard you copped a new Beamer and them gla**es is rough They was the Furla joints, eighteen karats, bought 'em right in Brazil He had the steel on 'im, n***as went savage, they had him spread out T position, opened his jeans up Shot him in the leg bone, he rose up like Kung Tut Still riffing, this why for real my n***as'll still get it All of us yelling, he ill wit it Mouth bloody, muddy Gucci joints on, them sh**s was nine hundred Couldn't wait to k** him, his sons wanted it Champion hoody was gone, they broke his neck in like five places Pushed him down the rail and it skipped his face [Outro: Raekwon] Yo, chill, n***a, chill Police, police, the bullhorn... {*sirens wailing*} (Aiyo, son, n***as better start flushing the f**ing toilet, man) They just f**ing k**ed this n***a, my n***a (Better stop leaving ya dirty f**ing Fila hoodies around, man) Hit this n***a in the back of his f**ing head You, man? (Yo, man, the n***a whole f**ing head desintegrated, n***a) (There's a hundred police outside) Listen, B, aiyo.. They running through the building, man (Y'all n***as gotta shut the f** up, man) (Then you wonder why n***as be getting busted? Man, y'all n***as is yelling, man We in the back cooking, B, come on, man What the f**? Langston, go to the store I'm stilling waiting for the baking soda)