Knuckleheadz - Raekwon, Ghostface Killah, U-God

One for you, one for me Two for you, one-two for me Three for you…

What?

I’ll smack fuck out ya Smack fire out your fuckin ass, what the fuck you think this is man?

Get the fuck up outta here man

So yo matter of fact, the man is back

Think my head is madder than fuckin fire

Shit aight, this ain’t even enough burn right here

This ain’t enough

Fuck it man

We gonna shoot right over there

And yo them niggaz got the big CREAM over there

So just chill

So let’s do this the fuck up, roll up like tropical kid

Don’t play me like I got a flowerpot head kid

Just chill man

On the real let’s go get this money fast Son

I know how we gotta do this kid

Scrungy-head motherfucker

Verse One: Raekwon the Chef

Lay on the crime scene, sippin fine wines

Pullin nines on, UFO’s, takin they fly clothes

They eyes closed, we gettin loot

No doubt, check the word of mouth, unheard about

Guns go off and now a murder bout

I’m out

My raps play the part like a Get Smart secret agent

in a maze and, styles blazin, Johnny Blaze and Tony Starks in a daze and

rhymin, my nigga Lou Diamond will wrap it up We like Meth to go and fuck with Noodles

Havin them poodles on the lockdown buyin me Amarett-ahs, and chewables, stackin pharmecuetical

Rap niggaz on dust and wools

Yo, I told you, some kill rob and fold

The gold’s untold, fuck it it beats parole

So stroll marvelous, soul controller

of the whole globe, god damn I got it sewn

And yo, whattup pop, pop the suitcase high

And we can talk, you can walk out the fuckin building

And get caught, save the fully inflatable

Rap relatable, drug relatable

Niggaz here to play with you

A hundred dollar Rottweiler goes to spot sellers

Guns and glocks go to niggaz who got props

on top, jail niggaz get mad bigger

And yo, mail a guy about a hundred pictures

Word to momma, this rap wonderama team got drama

Comma, plus smoke realize marijuana

Chef may resign to boat across the Farasana

Immaculate plus all my guns so accurate

They get CREAM and the cuisine in Queens

I told you, money stated with the night beams, and two rings

Crazy fat, gettin ready to do this shit

Sniff mad shit man, what the fuck

Verse Two: Ghostface Killer

Who’s the Knucklehead, wantin respect?

Chop his fingers in the drug game, money well known

Lead singer, humdinger, flash is the aftermath

Here’s his photograph

Run up in his lab, take off the mask Chaz and think fast

Don’t laugh, bag the cash, grab the hash, don’t forget his stash

Grab the tear gas, and place it in his face fast

The full blast

Then skate to the next state

Further upstate, I heard they got crazy weight

Bagged up by the gates, in crates like disco breaks

Yo look out for Jakes, give it all it takes

Let’s burn the place before we motivate

Yo Blake, niggaz don’t fink, rape his mate

if the bitch scream, for God’s sake, grab the grey tape

It’s by the plate, with the blow crushed up with the flakes

Killer snakes, four bodies found floatin in lakes

Drug related, paper talkin bout the kids who didn’t make it Hits without a trace, never seen the Big C Rae and Ghostface

Congratulations Chef, let’s celebrate and sip an eighth

Verse Three: U-God

The rap scar is on rap chrome

Put it on seal it on, we’re silicone

Spark it on your Talkathon

This rap phenomenon, to word is bond to the arms

Hit me on the hip and horns, rap chaperone

Scars tone, bar clones, war tones, raw tones

Blowin out the door, bones but

Your rap’s fraudulent, float in these rap quarter inches

Reinforced with suspense, be on your rap sword defense

These microphone professional, sensational

Fully operational, I got NIGGAZ here to play with you

You know the steez you know my whole program

Brothers from the No-Lands, all we want is the G’s

guns and grams, livin fat like the Hoffa

Mafia, sippin eatin pastas

Layin in the house tellin the seeds about the sagas

Before we got Germanic and thoughts got sporadic

We grabbed golden tablets and quick guarded the Abbots

Slugs hit the belly put tones into the telly

Sucker tried to knock me out the box like skelly

I smoke the weed dreams I drop top two degrees

Honeydips spendin G’s on nails and hair weave

The crime boss, takin no loss, excessive force

We can play the A-Train, back of the iron horse

Yo man, knahmsayin?

Fuck it man