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[Verse 1 - Ghostface Killah]
I play hard for nine innings, dressed in fine linen
'Cause pussy is the best next thing besides winnin'
All the position I've been in couldn't explain how I'm livin'
My vision, my intuition has risen, here take a listen I'm hittin'
Up to bat with precision, sealin' bags in the kitchen
Slingin' crack to these pigeons for the fact that I'm driven
My linebackers is missin', send you back and good rides
Trapped in this prison where snakes and rats is forbidden
Keep my gun hidden, niggaz is bitches signin' petitions
And they providin' convictions
See I survive through the system under the livest conditions
My riders ride on a mission for snitchin'
You get your back blown right out of commission
You'll be missin' like them crazy Christians and swimmin' with all the fishes
Your Mrs. will come and visit your body with hugs and kisses
Now tell me, is that nutritious? We party with chips and liquors
Your wishes is comin' with us, for real kid they bought me presents
The difference is this is business, big biscuits, big figures
We click on religious niggaz for actin' too superstitious
Move 'cause the group is viscous
Shoot if you want your wishes to blow, see trife in the Bentley with a group of bitches

[Chorus - repeat 2X]
My design is already made
So young and so strong
And just waiting to be saved

[Verse 2 - Cormega]
My life's no longer in the hands of district attorneys
Or envious niggaz who thirsty 'cause I'm OT with prince with thirty
Movin' like magic but niggaz ain't worthy
Like Michael Cooper, when I shoot I aim sturdy
Mother made 'em motherfuck 'em
Rhymes so dope I hope I make it through customs
We can take it to the streets like a game at the Rucker
They claim they love us
But all that changes when you on and they fucked up dog, ain't no flaws in a hustla
I ain't no longer in state greens and chuckers
Waitin' for the beach port and the breaks, streets oughta relate
I see it all in your face
The window to your soul ain't tinted, you wanna see me fallin' from grace
No way nigga, I'm stretchin' my weight like cocaine dealers
What they gonna say now? The flow way iller
If dough change things, I'm no longer the same
But what I became does not conflict with from where I came
I was dealin' with caine like cold chilla
Back when lyricist reigned and dope was killin' em
Any MC who think they ill as me or real as me
Should chill, I mean that's your opinion
But my raps is relentless like a MAC with an infra
And I'm back with a vengeance like Sprewell smashin' the Knicks
After they shipped him despite the fans' resistance
Big and 'Pac is up top so the nicest man livin'
Is right here, it's quite clear like diamonds that glisten

[Chorus] - repeat to end