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[Raekwon]Call it the Hollow Bone syndrome lineSelect sweet nine, face this, watch his whole face liftBracelets, murder niggas, luxurious, banks I was drapedCaked out, half a million dollars in coatsFlows is genetic, the Corleone connection in allSelection, stock brokers with coats onMake coke suggestion, all twin glizziesFireman, Gucci boots on, sideways action, murder niggas fear me yoCash that he did Clinton, rentin his mother crib outWe send organize the Bill of Rights get lidDrugs that Hendrix was on, conversatin like the DutchRichie Conaway, Goodfellas who honor RaeFlows that blow thru your roll and HollandEverybody now, trip up niggas, in clicks we posin rhyme blackHalf the year, half my niggas sittin upstairsTakin pictures of ya niggas wack gear[Chorus: Ghostface Killah (U-God)]Listen to the (Clap)Real niggas (Clap)Rich niggas (Clap)My bitches (Clap)If you love pussy then y'all niggas (Clap)If you love to get ate, then ya ladies (Clap)If you real fucked up, then ya'll niggas (Clap)If you bare witness to Allah y'all (Clap)Aiyo you see me on the big screen y'all niggas Clap(Jeans with a gangster lean, y'all Clap)Good hats, sloppy automatics that Clap(Big shit, thunder) Get around that[Ghostface Killah]Porcelain floors with a dog named GingerBottle cap niggas that rhyme, we the winnersThen slide thru your hood in hoodsMe, Cliff, Patrick, Gary Grice and my man C. WoodsHoldin up gorilla, two niggas got a hold that shitOne shot and ya mans on itThe little kids watch from down the blockJury box, murder hop, six stash botch, fit hit the ran spotsSpit at the statue with cash and throw dough at itFuck bitches raw, why? cuz I'm a pro at itBig birds danglin, cameras snatch, flash and pop from every angle and2000 Mark Damon'in[Hook: Method Man]Clap ya hands now, Clap, Clap ya hands now, Clap, ClapClap, Clap ya hands now, Clap, Clap, Clap ya hands nowPeople Clap ya hands[Method Man]I drink till I'm drunk, smoke skunk with my stinkin ass, smell the funkEekin out the pours, cum stain, shitty drawersPissin down ya elevators shaft, no class, writin graf' on ya wallsIt be us, fuck ya law, niggas my cause is "because"No yin to my yang, it's a black thingUsed to be in chains, now we snatch chainsTook the crack game applied it to the rap game, y'allPop quiz, now, what artist hits the hardest?Ya down with the syndrome: retardedI think it was them swordsmen, place them chess pieces on the boards andTake it to square, this ain't no Yakool affairOr a New World Disorder, got us, fuckin the coal miner's daughterThat y'all, but not us[Chorus][Outro: kung fu sample]During this time, I intend to teach you the Shaolin poemThe rules and commandments, that void, deceitCruelty and unkindness, always help the weakNever despise the poor, always respect yourselfmore