作曲 : Coles, Hill, Woods, Yancey
Yo, yo, Iron 
Chef (gracias)
I need some of that, (slide through the back)
I need ya'll to come back to the, (I heard juice)
Back of the store over here (just be easy and tell ya man to be cool)
We got some culinary cats right here, we need you (we'll kill him if hefault)[Raekwon]
Ayo, rappers stepping to me, they want a brick, son
But I'm the 
Chef, my price is 26, son
Move up, about 32 of those and open locker dough
Soldier got locked up, blow killed the doctor
Flamboyant police is 
X fives, watching my lofts
So many leeches 
I just left it and walked
My flow wicked, 
Miami money, moving and ridicly
Geico on the arm froze, rose gold with me
Take baths with white women, lingerie see-through
Taking trips to 
Iran, my Spanish nigga people
Selling drugs to 
Flatbush, call my nigga 
CecilSnub with the black gloves, on half-moon 
Greek doKilled him in the 
Bahamas, his wife ran, white van pulled up
They caught him out in 
Brooklyn with a white man
Slutted out, rosed out, sister was gone, she geeking
She threw the rifle in her mouth and said 'good evening'
Yup, Paul 
Wall grill line, be getting money, crime thief
I know her from 
Africa, pretty smile, nine teeth
Gold joints, frames only, 
Louis Vuitton, 
PonyLeather with the matching sweater on, you owe me[Chorus: Raekwon]
Knock the ash off the blunt, confront niggas who cunt
Swing an ax, tax niggas rhyme different from cats
Specialize in mic rippers, splashes
We the last skippers, big rocks and the block will stick[Cappadonna]
Beefsteak 
Charlie niggas eat and they get fat
Chase heads up and down the block and kill rats
Skilled with the gats, even feds don't know where the shells at
The shell trapped up in nice crib with four packs
Four macs, caught a nice cell for four stacks
Yeah, me and my nigga 
ArafatGotta escape but we'll be right back, real soon
Chef cook it up, we got a date with real goons
Telling you 
Ghost, my connect crazy with the wreck
Pythons used to talk to her sister named 
YvetteI speed it up, me and the 
Linx, was getting weeded up
I beat it up, yeah 
I hit that, but 
I ain't seed it up
Meanwhile, back on the block, we seen two trucks
Then the windows rolled down, we see these two fucks
Soon as they jumped out, see these tools bust[Chorus][Ghostface Killah]
Yo, I lit a booger up, rocks is gone, so we bagging up all shape
Binoculars, scanners, we all listen to jake
Ran out of baggies, my mouth is dry
Got them dirty joints all scattered, don't act surprised
Nah, nigga the currency rushes like popping a wheelie
Holding a pipe with one hand, the other down in the 
BentleysYou know how it be with the peppermint 
ClarksThrowing darts at a hoodrat
Getting slow necked all up in 
The BronxThat's all me, thirty four shines, forty four lines
I just chill like 
Aaron Hall, writing raw rhymes
Like, threw 
Kool-Aid rubies in a lemonade bezel
When I was 12 in the church, 
I started packing that metal
A deuce deuce, my supplier was 
Loose Bruce
Ever since 
I had the drop, my instinct was to shoot-shoot
This ain't 
For the Love of 
Ray J, it's for the love of the 
AKCuz you can get scratched like 
AJCuban Link 
Dynasty has emerged, this rap shit stop
I have a team of niggas moving my furs[Chorus]