 [Intro: Raekwon]
Yo, legend, man, what’s the prognosis, great minded?
Ain’t nothing, just swimming in life, you know
It’s all good and shit, man, word up, man
So yo, you go around the corner
You got nourishment over there, waiting for you, man
The other dude, youknowhatimsayin’?
Tell U Bar Allah, I said, ‘what’s good’ (who was up in the spot last night?)
[Raekwon]
Word to the gold panel mirrors, and to the wood grain in my Lambo
I go the extra mile, my flow scaffolds
Crew cuts, the older niggas, the game rumors, just the same goons
When niggas catch visions for killing capos
Palestinian armor, golden rocket launcher, my aunt
She copped it from me, bought it in Rwanda
See demon scheming, niggas get live in the Beacon
I’m ‘shaw’ to ‘shank’ shit up like Morgan Freeman
Pussy getting rapper, rich nigga, one-on-one rents niggas
And incidents, my fingerprints been tore up
We sell love slinging like Siemens, the snort-able Beemers
They love calling niggas names out, you screaming
Feds try to trap us and plus tap us, niggas’ll grab us
Throw you in the rassle, yo, clap ups
Catch me at the Stephen King mansion, with four of my Branson niggas
With me, me and Britney, a glancer
Know your shit authentic by the way your hat fit on you, with it?
I’m like the Blair Witch nigga in the rented
Curtains in the five-seven, chunky and short
Bagging dope up in the backseat, your packages walk
Holding my girl wedding ring, she Medellin
Name is Beretta King, live in Alpharetta and she never leave me
Flow freely this is all graffiti, the cloth we cut from
Is straight from a rich nigga, greedy
[Hook: Raekwon]
Yo, Scarface gangstas, criminal niggas up in the trenches
Army coats on, playing the benches
Getting paper, sly, that’s the motto, intelligent goons
Inside a hundred thousand dollar whip, follow
[Rick Ross]
Still gritty, leave the pretty to the females
The watch mother pearl with the seashells
Pick of the litter, have this nigga picking paper up
Twitter thug, I’m the timeline strangler
Get ‘em up, banging dangerous as angel dust
Cuban Linx smoking stink in the Brink’s trunk
I run with killas who snort powder, extort cowards
Ankle monitors under garments, so fuck showers
I give a fuck what you talking ’bout
Mob meetings, we them only niggas walking out
Sparking purple once a nigga done spaghetti slurping
Fly away in my new, Scabetti, surfing
[Hook]
[Ghostface Killah]
Yo, we in the back roasting marshmallows, bottles of Cru’
The dialogue is the big chain niggas is rude
Law library scholars, potatoes over the thirty eights
With bald-heads, all live wires
Eleven homes, six trust funds, came home from doing a dime
We just left Un’s, straight up
And we standing over the stoves, in denim Gibaud’s
Brought a Dairy Queen to Queens right next to Lowe’s
IMAX Theatres, Astoria Waldorf
Philip Drummer suite, pretty young thing sucking my balls off
Bubble baths, hash, zuted up, eyes closed
Silk drawers, fronting in my key, I’m Paul Wall-o’s
And I still got a half a ki indeed, Frank Lucas shit
Hid it in coffins, flying over seas
And if you ever try to ruin my knight
I’mma make sure my best pawn put like three in your kite
Shot caller, laying in big laws
Rock of Gibraltar, my pinky joint, killing like Orca
Daytime hawk, a nasty street author
Me, Rae and Rick, uzi’d out in the porches
Case we gotta Warner bro, like Malcolm-Jamal
I’mma Falcon, Seven Mike Vick with the ball
Cuz I can hut-one, hut-two, disrespect, I hunt you down
Ain’t a muthafucking crew we can’t run through
[Hook]
[Outro: Raekwon]
Army shit, nigga
Camouflage, gorilla shit, nigga
You know what it is, man
Yo, Lex, talk, yeah
Where ya man at? Let’s go
Stay together, my nigga
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