The Chinese have a saying; "Dangerous men will meet in narrow streets" And so it was, Wu will raise between the Clans And that meant pressure on me, to make more weapons And as word of the gold shipment spread Strangers suddenly appeared in Jungle Village [Raekwon] Aiyo, aiyo, machete's still stainless, the archbishop run from the narcs A crisp biscuit, plus play the heart, wrist glisten Cool captain, catch me in Africa, blacked down With four, five Somalians, black Timbs Rubber suit Wonder Woman, bangles and blue Coupe I'm usually up on the roof, counting mad loot Root beer reefer, T-frame, doing my one-two Smoking with a plain Jane trooper Excellent with rifles, out in Japan, in a flight goose Switchblade that poke out the night boost Flustered on the bullet train with chains on Getting my train on, thunder money make bread brainstorm All this is made for the Forbes list, whores get pissed Aiyo, he fucked me out his drawers, he dissed me All this is calculated, the Batman of the Blackhand Mafia money, killas who rock tans [Chorus 2X: U-God] Bone, crushing, smooth, kicks Blades, chopping, through, bricks Master of the weaponry, sells to both clicks Blacksmith, with the Iron Fists [Ghostface Killah] Yeah, yo, rigamortis, I watch your body rot to the bone structure Scrape out your brain watch your eyeballs rupture Black magic, leave your fucking skull in a soup pot Makaveli, vamoose like 2Pac Suicidal tendencies, downing white Hennessey Look in the book, I'm the definition of menace, B Choking niggas out for no reason, it's Duck Seazon I'm cold as ice, six degrees below freezing Stay dipped, rock a striped shirt like Freddy Krueger You'se a baby piranha surrounded by barracudas Seven thirty, I'm more like six o'clock Straight up and down, beating niggas til there's blood in the socks Ox' and duff 'em, stuff 'em in black bags Without getting no blood on my fresh rags Ruthless, heart of a stone, born with no emotions I piss out brouhahas, poisonous potions [Chorus 2X] [Kool G. Rap] Yeah, it's the three deadly venoms, with weapons in the denims Some shit that'll shake windows and break late tenants Come left field, aim crooked, and just straight blaze in 'em Have you niggas with straight legs, with a fake leg in 'em Wolf in sheep's clothing, nah, I'm scoping a tender lamb Spin you bitches like a ballroom dinner dance G mode, dress code, got suspended plans Russian roulette, money bet, go and spend your chance You little fleas, the Killa Beez and army ants EMS cut up your jeans like zombie pants Hollow chrome to your collar bone, pinned against a dope beat That sound like the first key on the xylophone Grown men discussing death in the mildest tone See how quick the smiley faces turn solid stone Ghostface, Rae and G be the wildest known We straight street, but we keep a seat in the palace throne [Chorus 2X]