[Intro: Raekwon]
I really don`t need to be *fuckin* wit ya right now
I need to movin` around in the air, circlin` Manhattan
Real smooth
[Raekwon]
Here we go again son, black Harrison *Ford* on the run
One, beef in the field, it`s real
Highly recommend shield, Lee rocks, still he rock
Got the blue lazer, grill, like Martin *Scorcese*-ah
Jumpin outta limo`s, *expos*, black rentals
Chasin *niggas* through the projects, polex
Moseyin`, 15 of us, five trucks
Crazy deluxe, bound by honor, *nigga* what?
Tailin` us in boats and land, *40 caliber* in my hand
Made the left... Lex fam
Sho enough what, *Hummer* craft lookin up, what?
Kid the chipped out *flex* now I`m stuck
Bounced on him, public announcements say they want him
Any ideas? Where he at? Cops want him
Changin` the gear the same foot wear
Runnin like a crook, yea, no love here
*Fuck* yea, we up there
Had a little *drugs* there, they was there
Pass it kid, *Novacain* caught a slug there
Had it mastered in fleis-school, *nigga* go whip a plane
Drivin land, map *shit* out, go to night school
Bronze star, feelin who we are
Half animal, whole lotta love, black God
Standin` front and center, from here to winter
Grip the *splinter, shoot it sideways, nozzle on, pop-it*
(nothin` but determination)
Ready to hit somethin, pop *shit* wit somethin
Blow *blimps* on the mad rubber grips, big lips on it
Rollin wit top rank medals, hands is like *Greg Neddles*
Bright link, purple heart, swim bezzle
Hearin` the horn of Josh, movin` like the moss
Executive decision play large
Caught a blip on the radar, screen him out
Fightin` like like Julio *Cazar*, blaze y`all
May day, may day, chasin` me, CIA, KGB, FBI, DIA on they way
Trynna chase down the God, this Afro-African`ll lace ya
[Chorus 3X: Raekwon]
Nothin` but determination
[Raekwon]
Part two kid, establish brain power, truth did
Yo it`s realer than a *fuck* now, ain`t stupid
Trash, three hundred thousand in cash, guerilla mash
Brass this gat, TNT *niggas* on my *ass*
Play for real, Lex will, I suggest still
Clear my own *shit*, let the press ill, let`s bill
Make it to the UN, doin bout a thousand in the blue M
Frogmen, repped out cluein, *left all the American Express cards*
Left the passports, time share, *shit up on* in *Escort*
Bail `em, bustin his *joint*, Chief O`Heara
That old, *Louis McDarren*, see the waves through the mirror
Spot that, hop that, through the top back
Ready to lock somethin`, down for the cause, stop that
You play the king, I play the *pawn*, who the king of the Swarm?
You wrong, where`s the evidence, watch the *fire* arm
Wit eternal affairs there, I knew I had little bits of love
Hopin it`ll be fair, he watch me, heavy roxy scene
He clean though, American *Cream* Team let him leave
See the moral of the story, feelin` me like
Mordon and Glory when they came for me
Had fifty on the line, look at mine, all dressed down
Handlin` nines, know the time
