Mef vs. Chef 2 lyrics

[Intro: Raekwon]
Yo
Blow my nose for me, man
Word up, man (f*ck them)

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Spit in your mouth, p*ss on your b*tch
We them risk getters, everything real 'bout this
Duke, you f*cking with them n*ggas that's splashed up
Slave master's master, dumb move, blast your sl*t
We want it all, living in Persia, burn something
Snow White rose, bulldog ershkama
(Yo, take— Yo, drive that around the corner, come here, Ershkama, come here, Ershkama)

[Verse 2: Method Man]
Yeah, sh*t on your crew, n*gga, it's Wu
Rap athletes, the track sheet bigger than you
If you ask me, the cash rule
n*gga, eat that pus*y, you cat food
I sneeze on the track, get at you
I'm sick in the head, I'm getting some head
If she ain't 'bout getting some bread, don't get in this bed
Real talk, mami, you gotta bounce (Come on)

[Verse 3: Raekwon]
Wild like Indians, Al Capone-ians
Not from Chicago, my gun named Margo
It's only when we in beef, we humble and deep
Might kill four-five n*ggas, die in my sleep
I argue though, who the best? We hardly know
I came through in the S, wash me, yo
(Yo, yo, do that for me, dunny, he around here, man, go around that car)
[Verse 4: Method Man]
n*ggas dig in they nose and dig in they ass
When I got chips, can't none of y'all dig in my bag
I pop sh*t, my killers is black
I got chicks that got chicks, my real world realer than rap
I'm hot, b*tch, material, Meth beyond lyrical
Wake up every morning, eat that Captain Crunch cereal
That's that sh*t right there

[Verse 5: Raekwon]
di*k game super, grouper fish
Cris' Krug lottos, I'ma bring it back, one wish
Fresh to death, I'm always
Always Rae in the hallways, yeah, always stay
Y'all rappers gon' feel my pain
But the other way around, when it's going down, I'm gon' reign
That's my chair, n*gga, get the f*ck out of it

[Verse 6: Method Man]
Yo
f*ck you, pay me
If Dirt Dog could see me now, he'd probably say, "f*ck you, pay me"
Blowing smoke clouds, sh*t's crazy
Durag your dome, get wavy
Rap ain't done sh*t for me lately
It's ass backwards, this game trying to play me
I bet this never happens to Jay-Z
Get money, f*ck them haters, real talk
[Verse 7: Raekwon]
Pay me, play me, weigh he just the right measurement
This may happen in a day, G
I'ma keep it real for real G's, n*ggas is lame
Industry pussies, we can't feel these
Regardless that, I'm paid in flossy
Rich in the mind, I do this for the nine n*ggas who forced me
Y'all n*ggas is playing me, man, f—