The Rich (feat. Raekwon) - Ghostface Killah, Raekwon

Shootout in Stechman’s, fire in the city

(One of Rick shots hit Missy)

The reason why he did it, his tank

(Crib got raided and lost)

Fifty in gear (ten in silverware) another sixty

Just got divorced, Stephanie left him for a ball player

Took the kids and moved to Georgia

(Should I be as a man-thinker, for every action) There’s a re-action

Seeing his case, he started spazzing

Gamma len in my only Clark, green and yellow God-God

(Size nine Magic, show face, fucking with stars)

Craig Mack blowout, braided (You got the new shit son?)

Bet he find a way

(Timberland mineral was rusted, man made corruption, taylor made producton)

He had a seed in a Wally jumper, Ronny Bump nephew

Butt ass, balled up in a corner in a comforter

Paulette was his main wiz, she guzzled 99 bananas

Squeezing niggas dicks

(Light skin Lil' Kim, Chanel grim) One nigga hitting that

(This the shit that rich niggas dreamt

Rick brother Pazone’ll be home, estimate 30 days, brolic arm) Fresh out the cage

{Do the story seem intriging?

When P come home

Will he have all these niggas mouths bleeding?}

The young black, travel to mix, we open eyes on a disc

Try to resist, reviving the rich

Airbrush money when we walk, most highly paid Cheeba hawk

Checking how he walk, tell a story lord

(Ghostface Killah)

Went down like Wednesday, Lounge gave a party at the way

Niggas in the back watching, everything butter scotch

Kelly ass, bet if they dead it, it’s watch

(Moving with the New Hampshire niggas) Ride them, catering

(Sleeping with them)

(Guess who appeared out the blue? Stark Drizzling)

Stood Pazone, laying in the Ac' with two women, how his whip look?

(The shit look dressy) Bend up vest piece (you know how his vest be)

Lavender bird, two inch beak, parakeet

Name Unique, who knew the 1 to the 40 in a week

12 o’clock on the diz-nock, we went to check the moon out

Took his hat off, spiral (Used to be my idol)

(Lip to his eyeball)

Playing a Bob mood, just answer out his pocket

(Like he bought his rings from Liberace)

Had his parrot with him, Unique, you see these niggas fronting in here?

(Yo P, they pussy, with one gun in here, the music stop)

Shit jumped off by the bathroom

(P jumped up, grabbed his ratchet, felt sorry for him

First shot was ill, clapped his parrot)

Blew him off son shoulder, so many feathers had the club coughing

(He wigged out, crying, spit out

He’s living like Dead Presidents, real life, he’s letting it out)

It was a shotty that murdered pop

Guess who did it?