[Raekwon]Fix your face, when we rhyming, we been crazyThrow mad bullets at you, jumping in new spacelyAll my goons is frustrated, groan at they P.O.'sIt's obvious, we do this, we bust hatersYo, gun selectors, dumb detectorsChase my niggas, talking slick, where that Lex kid at?You know we cool and we Darth VadersAlways in black uniforms, rocking Clarks and sharp gatorsCan't tell me nothing, I've been shakingPull out them slammers, regulate the streets, I bake SatanHow many of us it take paper and start a warIt's like starting up a store that sell acesAll my colors and bad brothers, rag coverageBlack gloveses, leathers and glass loversIntroduce these leaders, wanna take moneyThese dick beaters, and strangle something up, go get Jesus[Chorus: Y-Not Da Beast]Look, the coke, the coka, the cocaineThe C-O-K-E, it's coke, manThey lift the weight up in snow plainsYou sniff an eighth up in your brainThe coke, the coka, the cocaineThe C-O-K-E, it's coke, manThe prices rise like some propaneThe nicest guys become so fame[U-God]Illegal transport, son, I throw bombs back and forthIt's a contact sport, get your arm cracked offYo, I blast like I'm task force, stashed in my dash boardExercise black thought, dance on a catwalkGrew up on the asphalt, trynna get my grams offWatch for the hand off, I'mma get my plans offLike you and your mans off, everybody huddle upTwenty cent dime pieces, watch the water bubble upA piece of the puzzle, son, pieces, crumble upMy old righteous troublesome, now I'm into major thingsMade it this far, kid, the God got on angel wingsEverytime the flavor bring, tons of coke, mad grossTwo cuts of lactose, I'm underground like railroadMad low, son, in this hellhole, an animalFriendship be flammable, no shame for some to blowBrains out for fun, over cocaine and guns[Chorus][Slaine]Ever since a little youth, I've been bent on stoupes, sipping gin and juiceIn the booth, fill the dope game, shooting on bent up hoopsRoll around in stolen cars, nah these ain't no rented coupesGrimeys behind me, they all grimey, ninety percent of controlledLying in the booth, put the ashes in the pipeBlowtorch to the crack, my fire is winter proofOld thoughts of black and white pictures, now they developingSkeletons surrounded by archangels and seraphimsTelegram packages distributed through the whole hoodTell him this racquet is bad for him but it's so goodAre you a fighter? Real life scuffle, no dirt cleanPlus a muthafucka had to hustle since 13I got my mind in focus, where you never been atHow you think I made a hundred grand, from where my pen's atFuck the fortune and the glamour, I don't need no fameI piss whiskey and spit fire, I bleed cocaine, muthafucka[Chorus][Outro: U-God]FREEZE! ROCK!FREEZE! ROCK!FREEZE! ROCK!FREEZE! ROCK!