– Yo, hold up, lemme talk to this cat. Yo, kid, what up, Starks? What up?
– What's goin' on? Whassup? Whassup, baby?
– Ayo, yo, I just seen this kid over there, over there, right, over there by your building ‘n shit. I know he ain't down with your team.
– Who?
– I dunno, some skinny-lookin' big head nigga, you namsayin?
– He ain't makin' no sales, though?
– Yo, son, I just seen five fiends around a nigga, son!
– Fuck it, we got on!
– Fuck it, let's do what we gotta do.
– Fuck it, let's go over there, I'ma show you this nigga.
– Come on, come on, right over there. There you go, right there.
– That cat?
– Word up! I'm right behind you.
– Ayo, kid, what the fuck is you doin', man, huh?
– Who the fuck you talkin' to?
– I'm talkin' to you.
– You ain't talkin' to me.
– The fuck you talkin' ‘bout? Open your hand, what the fuck is that in your hand, man?
– What the fuck I say?
– This is my shit, grab that nigga, grab that nigga.
– What, what, what?
– Come here!
– Move, son! Move, son! Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit, yo! Yo, man, I'm hit, yo, son, I'm hit, I'm hit, I'm hit.
– Damn, son, you bleedin', son, bad.
– Ayo, grab this, grab this, take this, take this. I'm goin' over to the God's house, go ahead before the cops come, go ahead, go ahead, son, man, fuck that!
– I'ma throw that shit.
– Niggas try to assassinate me, man!
[Intro: Raekwon]
It's the remix, son!
Can it be, act like you know!
Check it.
[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
Yo, check what happened out of state,
I'm knockin' off a half a cake, cash rule, flyin' at a fast rate,
I smoke the black dust, kept my hands clutched, I'm fallin' in lust,
Spoiled, plus, I played my hand like a royal flush.
Baggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty women,
I put it in ‘em, shot up in ‘em deadly venom,
I hung around the big time bosses,
Illegal force, exchange thoughts, showin' love to all my sources.
Spades tried to bag me like Cagney and Lacey,
Chef had that bitch Stacey slippin' in Macy's,
I doze off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped,
And got licked like popsy in a mob flick, I got hit.
Stumblin', holdin' my neck to the God's rest,
Opened flesh, burgundy blood colored my Guess,
Emergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery,
Can it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?
I shoulda stayed in Job Corp, and now I'm a outlaw.
Rae, continue to carry a .44, nigga!
[Chorus: Gladys Knight]
Can it be that it was all so simple then? [x4]
[Bridge: Ghostface Killah & Raekwon]
Dedicated to the Gods and Earths.
Dedicated to babies who came feet first.
Dedicated to up North and down state.
Dedicated to rich niggas who sell weights.
Dedicated to projects with black kids.
Dedicated to man who build pyramids.
Word up! What the fuck, yo?
We takin' you on another chamber.
Word up, son! You know how we be on it.
Yeah, it's real.
Show these crabs how to rhyme, man!
I think it's time to bless them, word up!
Bulletproof.
First chamber.
Yo, Chef, yo!
[Verse 2: Raekwon]
It started off on the Island a.k.a. Shaolin,
Niggas wilin', old folks scream, ‘Stop the violence!'
True. Layin' up, yo, watchin' these crack niggas
Play enough crap games for what, see,
Back in days crime pays in mad ways,
Sportin' Tommy Hil with caves, 360 waves.
And no searchin' for loose ends, now I flex 300 Benz,
Mad Timbs with mad diamonds.
Now that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggas act trife,
I paid the price throughout my hood life.
Remember, I got blasted? Now that's in the past, kid,
God forbid I lay in the casket.
But now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed, mixed with coke,
I wash my mouth out with soap.
And got my act together, Lo sweaters isn't better,
And phat leathers, so whatever, bring it on.
[Chorus – x2]
Crazy and fly.
Dedication to my people, word up!
Peace to all my brothers who I ain't gon' see.
Peace to brothers on the Island, y'know, word up!
Straight up, I love you, boys! Soon I'll see you.
Peace to the man, woman and child, word up!
Projects' people, one love!
Keep your head clear, we outta here.
Wu science. Bad boys.
Murderin' stacks for your ex b's.
Real, dawg.
Fly chicks, it's the remix, y'all!
For real, the real side.
The RZA, check it, razorblade sharp.
Peace to the Clan, know that producers can't compare, boy!
Word up, bring it,
For real, y'all!