This Is What It Comes Too - Raekwon, Ghostface Killah

Get the fuck up out the spot nigga

Burn that nigga feet up man

This nigga in here man

Fuck this nigga doin' b

Fat kid get washed off by fiends you wild ass

Get this motherfuckin' giraffe ass nigga outta here man

Sheep skin socks ass nigga right here b

What the hell is goin' on man?

Light that nigga feet up son, c’mon man

I done blacked out, no man is safe, ya' crew is cornered

Why did you think you could step over me?

I’m too enormous, plus I heard you an informant

Call Bruce tell em' roll out the plastic

I’m about to catch a body on this

No threat, khazer, I don’t make those

Soak my bullets in cyanide

So when they touch ya' that’s a case closed

Dime pieces I bag 'em, follow this pen scroll

Hoes, I don’t chase those, too much drama wit' em'

That alone I don’t have time for, I’m raw, fuck a bitch feelings

I’m on some old goldie shit chillin'

Business man baby, stay producin' them dollar signs

Line for line I’m dope, don’t mix me with Quinine

When the spike hit em' they flat line, period

One word to describe my grind, son, I’m serious

Shank doctor with choppers, rainin' on ya militants

Guns drawn, blowing out ya back ain’t concealin' shit

This what it comes to, wild’n like a western

Down in this concrete jungle, homie, hope you got ya vest on

And ya weapon is oiled and don’t jam, but if it do

Leave ya through when it’s time for that warfare

I’m nice, targets get hit whenever I squeeze

Don status, get my dick sucked whenever I please

Above the law break, beat cases, don’t cop pleas

I buy my cars

Bet y’all niggas whips be leased

I’m a wolf off the loose, somebody find his leash

I’m a star, you a Starburst sweeter than fruit

No kind a background, claimed killer, then who did you shoot?

Must’ve imagined that, with your far-fetched raps

Shit is real over here, til' we blast on Satan

Take trips in and out a the country

Turn dark clouds to sunny, I’m livin' good, my paper got me comfy

You in the hood talkin' bout you wanna war with me

I get your projects shot down while your land lord sleep

Now you in too deep, no turning back from your actions

You a killer then show me, if not, then meet my savages

The general, I’ll have my goons tear up your establishment

This what it comes to, wild’n like a western

Down in this concrete jungle, homie, hope you got ya vest on

And ya weapon is oiled and don’t jam, but if it do

Leave ya through when it’s time for that warfare