[Ghostface]
  Yo..
  Saturday night, Uptown
  Ridin past Kansas Fried Chicken
  What's poppin kid? We in the mix
  It's chilly 40 below
  Gate's closed gotta catch Dr. J's
  Blowin my hand, rub on my nose
  Tap the glass, stop frontin Duke, fresh pair of jeans
  Look I got loot, eleven in the Bass boots
  Heard a screech pull up, these Jakes flashed me 5 pictures
  One had my man's mug, Semi stepped brother hugs
  You asked the wrong guy son
  I'm from Melina, yeah we know Mr. Coles
  Flew in two days ago to see his fam'
  But we been watchin you, crazily
  The whole Staten Island shittin on you
  Wisdom Bird's pregnant out in Baisley
  Hold up snow in your ear, fresh baldie tried to change up
  Not trunk today, still lookin fly, still slammed up hung
  Your mom pop in your trunk, slow your pace
  Starks fixed your face, copped out the 6, five years probat'
  You dealin with a lot of science, motherfucker we're watchin you
  Make me wanna lick shots at you
  You disgust me, screwin me down, grab my gun
  Go 'head bust me, heard you hate Jake that's what it must be
  Hands behind your back, spread your legs
  Just found a roach in your tray
  It's not mine fucker, what I said
  You met the 13th nigga
  A multimillion dollar operation is based upon it yo
  Where in the Hell's the RZA?
  He's sellin mics, wildest joints
  Special made to go up in your hand and which went out on point
  Switched to the next scene, I'm at the crib buggin out
  on how po' live, hatin plus harassin the kid
  Park the truck in the double face garage
  Dial 1-900-Raekwon, tell the God shit's mega
  Reel flashin me on BET, Planet Groove, Rap City News
  NAACP committees.. [abruptly ends]