Silver Rings

[Intro: Raekwon] Niggas is sitting around, selling it for money What the fuck is that? Chill chill what up? Stop playing, man, man, you know what it is, man Fuck that, you know what it is, yo, nigga what up? Where that money? Man, yo, yo, yo, come here! Stop acting like you don't know, you already know [Verse 1: Raekwon] Indian head, jewelry Out in Egypt with the wrists of fury Spanking bracelet, rocking Asics Trick bandit, Ghost is brick granite At the U.S. Open with my whole len, slapping up fifty scramblers Niggas said the II was classic, a lot of crack is in the game, yo But your shit is the only 'lastic C.R.E.A.M. rap, militant flow, combination with Swahilian dough Guaranteed we dose that, in the beast like pizzas All I know is reefer and street stuff Stay fly, moving in fleece, what? Traveling the continents with confidence Cuban Linx III coming, don't know when, but the time is running [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] By any means on, Ron O'Neal lean on Freestyle, you want it from Ghost? Then throw C.R.E.A.M. on Suited up, smelling like Fahrenheit with jeans on Knock the rice out a wedding, come and get your bling on Next winter we in log cabins, more baggage, more savage Central Park killas, that equals more stabbings You read the papers, more horrors like Amityville Profanity kills, you like lint on a raggety silk We rock bulls, rock jewels, you heard the interludes Blow up beds in a fifty yard swimming pool Jumping out of planes for dough, Gucci parachutes Abdul Raheem written across is the Ashtabu' Suede loafers, 'Lo scarves, my little grandson want The 20-10 Mercedes-Benz go kart So he can pull out the lollipop keys on 'em His pops'll push the Bugatti drop V on 'em Stampede on 'em, Rap Playoffs got a three-nothing lead on 'em Sparking MC's like we quoting our degrees on 'em