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Intro: RZA and Ghostface, Raekwon () and somebody
Word. Man *** that ***
*** that crab, ***, *** (Put down the gun son)
*** tried to front on my little sister (Put down the gun)
Yeah, check it out y'all (put down the, put down the gun son)
It's on like that y'all word up, Iron Man comes back
Yo check it
Verse One: RZA
Put away your heaters, throw up your *** beaters
Accurate blows to his nose shut his eyes closed to a centimeter
*** on the fences wonderin what the *** the suspense is
I land heavy uppercuts in the corner of the park fences
Knocked his mouthpiece front teeth got locked inside my knuckle
He grabbed the belt buckle, attempt to catch me with a couple
of low blows to the nuts, on ringside was as a giant du-els
Send your Barb for this *** jew On a Wire
He couldn't chessbox that's when he reached for his ahhs
Brother chopped me on the top of my knot, but he got stopped
When a twelve ounce bottle of Bartyle and James had him startled
A *** threw it caught him in his head, at full throttle
He fell, the glass crashed, he wasn't saved by the bell
That was his *** black
So when it comes to physical combat
We can take it hand to hand or go beyond that
Do you want my gat to make the contact?
Retirin cats who lack the heart to fire back?
Chorus: Raekwon
Put down the gun son, son matter of fact, shoot the one on one
Hold it down, make sure the head, sure nuff don't hit the ground
Lampin on the handball courts, or the square, we can take it there
Settle it son, who the champion?