Mef vs. Chef 2

Lyrics

[Intro: Raekwon] Yo Blow my nose for me, man Word up, man (Fuck them) [Verse 1: Raekwon] Spit in your mouth, piss on your bitch We them risk getters, everything real 'bout this Duke, you fucking with them niggas that's splashed up Slave master's master, dumb move, blast your slut We want it all, living in Persia, burn something Snow White rose, bulldog ershkama (Yo, take— Yo, drive that around the corner, come here, Ershkama, come here, Ershkama) [Verse 2: Method Man] Yeah, shit on your crew, nigga, it's Wu Rap athletes, the track sheet bigger than you If you ask me, the cash rule Nigga, eat that pussy, you cat food I sneeze on the track, get at you I'm sick in the head, I'm getting some head If she ain't 'bout getting some bread, don't get in this bed Real talk, mami, you gotta bounce (Come on) [Verse 3: Raekwon] Wild like Indians, Al Capone-ians Not from Chicago, my gun named Margo It's only when we in beef, we humble and deep Might kill four-five niggas, die in my sleep I argue though, who the best? We hardly know I came through in the S, wash me, yo (Yo, yo, do that for me, dunny, he around here, man, go around that car) [Verse 4: Method Man] Niggas dig in they nose and dig in they ass When I got chips, can't none of y'all dig in my bag I pop shit, my killers is black I got chicks that got chicks, my real world realer than rap I'm hot, bitch, material, Meth beyond lyrical Wake up every morning, eat that Captain Crunch cereal That's that shit right there [Verse 5: Raekwon] Dick game super, grouper fish Cris' Krug lottos, I'ma bring it back, one wish Fresh to death, I'm always Always Rae in the hallways, yeah, always stay Y'all rappers gon' feel my pain But the other way around, when it's going down, I'm gon' reign That's my chair, nigga, get the fuck out of it [Verse 6: Method Man] Yo Fuck you, pay me If Dirt Dog could see me now, he'd probably say, "Fuck you, pay me" Blowing smoke clouds, shit's crazy Durag your dome, get wavy Rap ain't done shit for me lately It's ass backwards, this game trying to play me I bet this never happens to Jay-Z Get money, fuck them haters, real talk [Verse 7: Raekwon] Pay me, play me, weigh he just the right measurement This may happen in a day, G I'ma keep it real for real G's, niggas is lame Industry pussies, we can't feel these Regardless that, I'm paid in flossy Rich in the mind, I do this for the nine niggas who forced me Y'all niggas is playing me, man, f—