Lyrics

[Intro: Raekwon] Yeah, ayo What's goin on man, yo, man Everything is everything, man Just—, just get that cream right, man For real, man You know what we strivin' for, man, we got— We got family members [Interlude: Syl Johnson & Raekwon] That splash against my hollow bones Oh, oh Ayo, ayo, ayo [Verse 1: Raekwon] High potency Thai, smoke a bag of black and feel the vibe Born to be wise, we form on a rise, the corner mean five Horns in disguise, throw on your slides Young niggas racin', smokers is basin', we seen their eyes layin' up Playin' the cut, what? Stay in the truck Somethin' told me duck, folded me up, my shoulders struck Out of luck, fucked the Pradas up, fell in a daze like a Golota snuff Niggas tried to body me up, I'm in the lobby bleedin' Niggas in the waitin' office probably eatin' and sprintin' and beefin' When they heard the shots, called the precinct And seen Barbara's nieces beastin', niggas shot Shallah features And shot through his Ellesses, bent the spinal cordless creatures I'm gaggin' and flaggin' a cab down Guess who in the Benz wagon? Draggin' my sound down, mackin' It was Dale Breedy the greedy, connivin'-ass snake genie Cop with a bikini who murdered Tosh and Benini I'm feelin' wheezy and I'm drained from the cheeba, grievin' Ain't even lookin' decent, seein' police, niggas reachin' [Interlude: Syl Johnson] That splash against my hollow bones That rocks my— [Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] Fleein' the crime scene speedin', beefin' Leavin' behind C.R.E.A.M., not even peepin' that I was leakin' Won't see the precinct, just got a recent case beaten Still jakes are creepin', don't blow your spot, stay the weekend Keep the Ruger peelin', who's squealin'? Few knew the dealings Keep the steel concealed in 'cause we got no time for feelings Eyes on the building, guards are on the corners illin' Million-dollar block, villains plottin' on a killin' Feel like a superhero, talkin' like a true De Niro They bruised his ego, found him broke down, reduced to zero Cops fill reports, hopin' I'll reveal my source, source [Interlude: Syl Johnson] That splash against my hollow bones That rocks my soul Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] Outside the check-cashin', flashin', dipped in fashion Five cherry-faced faggots tried to cash in They keep laughin', "Ghost, you'll get your face bashed in" Who gave you these privileges, son? Why you maxin'? And we f-f-f-fiendin' to take those Move slow, I'm hearin' how you broke Rob's nose And I heard you keep a bangin' hammer Golden brass, diamonds, embroideries That was stolen that you haven't reported, G Make very little noise, my shit hiccup Don't make this big stick-up, big up me and the boys I thought for a second, then chose, rather than froze Had the GemStar in my hand, "Yo, what the fuck, yo?" That's when I ripped Timothy, snatched and dipped Jumped right in back of him, had the mini axe tool, faxed him Shots rang off, "bing-boggle-dee-dum!" [Interlude: Syl Johnson] That splash against my hollow bones [Skit: Evil Masters] The sword: it's the best weapon of all Two sharp edges and a long spine The blade is very thin and it's easily damaged You remember that the vital thing is the point Pay special attention to it, your life could depend on it