R You got your hands on Moony shit
G Say "word"
R We gonna get high
G I don't give a fuck about that nigga
R He a bird anyway they be taking his packages he a snitch too

Ghostface
In Pam's house there was money missing
She was too dumb, had her nose numb, sniffin blow in the kitchen
Her kids never ate, PCW involved with her
Kids that she never seen shipped two to Florida
Maxine dark skinned and bal' headed bitch mean
Pams right here together they're the coldest fiends
Ah! Shit! Guess who arrived at the door
it's Moony the supplier showed up at the door
Bitch open the door, Maxine he go'n kill me
Chill I got a friend cop, girl you don't know it's me
Three long kicks the hinges flew off
Kids sreamin' the heavy face slap blew, Maxine head off
it's on in the crib, you wrong for what you did
"You gonna pay Pam, fuck that boo kiss your kids
Y'all get the fuck in the room, fuck you, you ain't are real Daddy
Next time you see my caddy don't fucking flag me
R This is where he fucks up at peep his movement
Maxine's in the kitchen crying grits is falling on the side
She had a cup of lye, somebody gots to die
Uh huh, y'all bitches fucked up, smoked out my packages
You had Mackie shit and Pappy shit?

Raekwon
Word to Aunt May I want mine, pulled out the nine
Get in the tub, he seen the hot iron pulled the plug out
the steamed Pam brought it back like Penny on Good Times
Back in the dollar bill he sniffed like six lines
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Creeping through the crib is Maxine pot holdin' down with the grits
Pam sucking his dick, Maxine Al Greened
him screaming slipped in piss
He ran into seeds' room, grits down cryin' aight with his balls out
He stepped on Clarences' Biggie Smalls album
Mooney get that niggaz, Pam yelling rip that niggaz
Mooney went and got that dye out the kitchen
James jumped on Moon, poked him with a screw driver
Broke the TV Niggaz watching Knight Rider

This is Pam Jerkins mother house the same
shit go on in her brother house

Ghostface
You know Mooney is only a buck o'five wet
he only had two hundred dollars worth of shit
And the kids tore his ass up, the seeds had a huddle up
I felt sorry for'm, the funny shit when bowlegged Keke hopped on 'im
Jumped on him pigeon toed Moony poured dye on him
You should've seen his motherfuckin' face fryin', half dyin'
They stuck a fork through his nuts
the little girl was happy she picked her brotha up
Quick pick the window up Mooney over heard
Right before they threw him out the Nigga said Word!?!

On the count of three he landed on the first floor balcony
Blood brains splashed.. he was dead? and the cops never came
that's Stapleton

All, all, all in together now
We getting fresh getting right for the weather now
And if we fall in the game, yo that's never now
Come to my projects and we'll air you out