Artist: Raekwon f/ Ghostface Killah
Album:  Only Built 4 Cuban Linx...
Song:   Can It All Be So Simple (Remix)

Intro: Raekwon [Ghostface Killah] {Skinny Lookin Big Headed Nigga}
Right here, low side, hold up, let me go talk to this cat
Yo kid, what up Starks what up?
Yo
[sup baby?]
I just seen this kid over there right over there by your buildin and shit
I know he down with your team [who?]
I don't know, some skinny lookin, big headed nigga
[ain't makin no fuckin sales though...]
Yo son, i just seen 5 fiends around 'a nigga, son!
[fuck it, we gotta go]
Fuck it, let's go over there
I'm a show you this nigga
Hold up hold up
{Deep niggas, think niggas don't know what the fuck--}
Here he go right there
{hold up}
[that cat?]
word up
[aiyo kid, what the fuck is you doin man?]
{what the fuck you talkin to?]
i'm talkin to you [I'm talkin to you]
{Ain't talkin to me?}
[open your hand, what the fuck is that in your hand? man]
What *smack*
come here, come here
[my shit, my shit]
[grab that nigga] *5 shots*
[Oh shit, I'm here son]
Damn son!
Bleedin son 
[grab this, take this, im goin up in the god's house
Before the cops come]
I'mma throw this shit away
[go head, fuck that, 17]
[Niggas try to assasinate...]
It's the remix Son
Can it be, act like you know
Check it

[Ghostface Killah]
Yo, check what happened out of state
I'm knocking off a half-a-cake Cash Rule, flying at a fast rate
I smoke the black dust kept my hands clutched, I'm fallin in lust
Spore plush I played my hand like a royal flush
Baggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty woman
I put it in him, shot up in him, deadly venom
I hung around the big time bosses
Illegal force exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources
Spades tried to bag me, like Cagney, and Lacey
Chef had that bitch Stacey slippin in Macy's
I dose off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped
and got licked like Papsy in a mob flick I got hit 
Stumblin holdin my neck to the God's rest
Opened flesh burgundy blood colored my Guess
Emergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery
Can it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?
I should've stayed in Job Corp, but now I'm a outlaw
Ray Cartegna, carry a fo'-fo' nigga

[Chorus: both]
{Can it be that it was all so simple then?}
Dedicated to the Gods and Earths
Dedicated to babies who came feet first
Dedicated to Up North and down state
Dedicated to rich niggaz who sell weights
Dedicated to projects with black kids
Dedicated to man who build pyramids

[Raekwon]
It started off on the Island, AK Shaolin niggaz wildin
Old folks scream : stop the violence!
True layin up yo, watchin these crack niggaz
Playin nuff crap games for what see?
Back in days, crime pays in mad ways
Sportin Tommy Hil with caves 360 waves 
And no searchin for loose ends, now flex 300 Benz
Mad 10's with mad diamonds
Now that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggaz act trife
I paid the price throughout my hood life
Remember I got blasted, now that's in the past kid
God forbid I lay in the casket
But now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed, mixed with coke 
I wash my mouth out with soap
And I got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and better
and fat leather, so whatever, bring it on

*Can it be that it was all so simple then* repeated

Outro: Raekwon [Ghostface Killah]
Murderous material stacked up
Peace to Mazes
[for real]
Meditatin on life
Go, word up y'all
Crazy fly, dedication, to my people's word up
Peace to all my brothers that I ain't gon' see no more
Peace to brothers on the Island, Up North
[straight up, love this boy, on like that]
Word up, peace to man, woman and child
Word up
[cover baby]
Projects people one love
Keep ya head clear, we outta here
Movin silence, bad boys
Creatin the murderous stacks for ya head peace
[bald heads, for real though]
Glows
Style
Yo, fly chick
It's the remix yo
For real
The real side
The RZA!
Check it
Razor Blade sharp
Peace to the Clan
No other producer can compare boy
Word up, bring it, the battle, the beats all types of shit
For real ya