RZA, Raekwon, Ghostface Killah - Who's the Champion lyrics

Word man fuck that nigga
Niggas tried to front on my little sister
(Put down the gun)
They tried to, tried to front on this
(Put down the gun son)
Yeah, check it out y'all
(put down the, put down the gun son)
It's on like that y'all word up
Iron Man comes back yo check it

Put away your heaters
Throw up your dick beaters
Accurate blows to his nose shut his
Eyes closed to a centimeter
Bitches on the fences wonderin what
The fuck the suspense is
I land heavy uppercuts in the
Corner of the park fences
Knocked his mouthpiece front teeth got
Locked inside my knuckle
He grabbed the belt buckle
Attempt to catch me with a couple
Of low blows to the nuts
On ringside was as a giant du-els
Send your Barb for this fuckin jew On a Wire
He couldn't chessbox that's when he
Reached for his ahhs
Brother chopped me on the top of my knot
But he got stopped
When a twelve ounce bottle of Bartyle
And James had him startled
A bitch threw it caught him in his head
At full throttle he fell, the glass crashed
He wasn't saved by the bell
That was his ass black
So when it comes to physical combat
We can take it hand to hand or go beyond that
Do you want my gat to make the contact?
Retirin cats who lack the heart to fire back?

Put down the gun son, son matter of fact
Shoot the one on one
Hold it down, make sure the head
Sure nuff don't hit the ground
Lampin on the handball courts, or the square
We can take it there
Settle it son, who the champion?

It's like that, niggas want to front
One more time?
I'mma show you like this one on each side
This is it word up we gonna lay you back
We gonna rest your back
You won't know how to act
When it come to bigger, showin and provin
Niggas styles is wack Who the
Champion? Settle it son

Yo! I had to run up on this King I Divine
For his shines he saw the stash and caught
My mailbox for eighty dimes
He saw me stashin
Like a pipe-link for mega fiends
I held it down like the
Finger fly miraculous King
Peep through the heavy small
Get the camoflouge
Starks master in charge, pushin
Through every building, sippin egg nog
Niggas know my status God
Body carry big batters
Fiends know me for my blue bags
Besides smackin crabs
And earnin mine, this bitch Sha cat
Gotta get his back bent
What the hell just made him
Fuck with my intelligent? Back to pollyin'
I heard some noise we pack a two twelve
There go Lord Shamel, faggot made a sale
He's sellin my shit
I should slap fire out his ass
Snap his bones in half and
Watch the stock market crash
I walked up on him
He had the nerve to say Peace God
Ain't nuttin Peace God
You stole it now we out in the streets
Take your shit off, nigga you soft
Back up off you's a shady nigga
I'm a sever fig you with a gloss
I snuffed him
Threw a crazy left and I cuffed him
Allah don't like ugly so I
Held back from bustin him
I passed the burn off
He caught me from the blind side
Tapped a nigga jaw, I
Shot my fifty-two style, and crazy raw
I had my ice on, tapped a few times
He started leakin the King with the deadarm
Shamel fell to his knees and
He started wheezin
Losin his breath from smokin trees and
I'm still breathin
Bleedin because it's frontin season
Now I got that project belt, international
National worldwide, I let Shamel slide