[Verse: Raekwon]
Now that could be the Wu-Tang production
Start to knuckle up and gunshots start to click, the block's duckin'
Could it be and would it be that we was babies?
Catchin' rabies, n***as seem to act crazy
Day one in my spot, July the tenth
I had a mint, stickin' up Devines hittin' them with nines
I was toxie from layin' up in Roxy's all night
This n***a bust a shot, licked my man's wife
It was havoc, I contact the Abbot
He shook the shoulder though, then he passed the phat chrome automatic
We goin' to war, you know he had a two-to-four
He would've did it for me, fuck it, let's mosie
Scheming dough with the P.L.O. wrapped on tight
Sayin' in my mic, "Yo, we gotta go"
My first impression was to ask some lessons
Question one, what made you even show your gun and blow the session?
He replied and rocked the green eye
And, yo, he started yellin', "Them n***as sellin' two for fives"
But he's a goner and I got my corner, what?
I'm feeding my babies, cash rules from morn' to dawning

[Outro: Popa Wu & Raekwon]
Yeah, Rae, baby, check it out
(Arm and Leg, Leg, Arm and Head)
Feedin' my babies, cash rules from morn' to dawning
Only God is the son of man
Nick Crav