Lay low stay low you may see Jesus! You hit with a stray yo for no fuckin' reason. You prayin' for a Benz, it's a blessin' you breathin' It's a miracle
ll bet you'll never understand (I'll bet you'll never understand) The things you put me through (Ooooohhhh) I tried to be a better man (I tried to be a
Uh, more than a hustla I'm the definition of it Master chef, Lord of the kitchen cupboard More than a street legend, homey it's hova More than a relief
Son, it's on again What up, he made a move, try to assist it Listen kid yo, you was born to be a pawn but I'm a bishop Back to the novel, you Son, it'
it off [Verse One: Raekwon the Chef] Champion gear that I rock, you get your boots knocked Then attack you like a pit that lock shit DOWN As I come
da mother, bring da motherfuckin ruckus Bring da motherfuckin ruckus [Verse One: Ghostface Killah] Ghostface, catch the blast of a hype verse My glock bursts, leave in a
yo yo yo Now we gonna drink some good Nightrain [Verse One: Raekwon the Chef] Champion gear that I rock, you get your boots knocked Then attack you like a
motherfuckin ruckus Bring da motherfuckin ruckus [Verse One: Raekwon the Chef] Somethin' new from my real live raps and so catch this, While I kick a
've been poverty stricken Always took what's mines, never was given a second chance just to rap sheet a bad decision You can't knock the hustle or the
work of a Master Evidence indicates that's it's stature Merciless like a terrorist hard to capture The flow, changes like a chameleon Plays like a friend
a bad one Fuck around and catch a bad one Fuck around and catch a bad one Fuck around and catch a bad one Fuck around and catch a bad one Fuck around
Lay low, stay low, you may see Jesus Get hit with a stray yo for no fuckin' reason You prayin' for a Benz, it's a blessin' you breathin' It's a miracle
niggaz he loved with a pound, and a bear hug Those who wanted life, they catch a slug from the snub A five percent, who all knew was one to ten He loved
told you, I ball for dope I'm in a Caucasian Jag wit a bag knockin' hauler notes Spendin' 200 Gs in the fall for coats You could call me a lotta things
got a glazed donut? How bout a bearclaw?) Aaah (If you don't have one, I got to gaffle ya) What? You gon' gaf Yeah See one-time, hit em up Cos you know
out a tall dude, bear hug a fat boy. I'll fuck the teacher and stomp on a frat boy. I don't believe in preachers and I've never been a choir boy. But
you know Check it Verse One: Ghostface Killer Yo, check what happened out of state I'm knocking off a half-a-cake Cash Rule, flying at a fast rate
the first to set off shit, last to run Wu roll together as one I call my brother Sun 'cause he shine like one Verse One: Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze
