Yo What up D? You that from Tower Records? What's that, let me see bag Get the fuck off, get the off it Come man, what the fuck I...(banging) that nigga, give me that man You dead on this purple nigga you dead on that Fuck outta (gun cock)
Niggas think I can't sell five million? Ya'll is mad Ya'll must not know the I put in on this For real, that's for for real (ha ha) Represent, flick it up all day nigga, know my work, this category is raw
Aiyo slash your Verbal mike Blow like chimes in the kitchen God should vega, straight up stomp that out What, he biting everything, biting his We like champions Caught me in the in Hamptons it out Throwin thousand out mammal get high Float off in a Benz boat lampable Rear like hittin a Playin Cuban Linx in the chair, he got a ear No all brolic guerillas stand up large throw a hand up Throw a up Let's like Con-nect both sides, big shit low rides, bump once Yo Chef throw ya'll niggas free lunch Hit the L twice, it once Track be like a whore a swelling on a sore Or this rap Magellion on jaw I'm a freak, Boating on the weekends, ten a Flows it like Clinique Rich unique, bitch you Reek, we callin up Leek Yo he famous like Ali feet, yo Rap Davis with a pistol And dis you You a student, fuckin wit a
Chorus(x2) like ten at a time Begin, love around a thin line Go this, send mine Lace you you down Let a rounds race you Now you from brolic to a facial
Yo, ayo tree house Yo, Fiendin fuck in a green house Rush and cut, cream out Blow out Rare like guccis in Goose Skied up, all my deustch years Coat for and 39th all day Got my chick rollin call her 20th century max like penitentiary Nikki gon' lynch me What, flavored nikes 2000 the hype piece Send my love out to white peeps emblem, success, make a nigga tremble Nine of us stand, resemble out tax reports Look up in Guess shorts Bitches got and support Yo, jacket, yellow hat, mack it real mellow New York of mind, crime Othello zoo of bitches, burrow that's Staten Yo we actin, Wud up we do that crack captain Still camaflouge Mad Out yo we cap shit, picture that mashin
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Yo,aiyo blowin more For a season, wud up shortie jaw hall bleeding Take money, that ?dun gottori? son Dripped out in Bahamas all Gain you out Portrait of my love mad Now we with things, the long shit Luke bitches in Cute big, fat bitches with Lex you need boots switches Flights over my hat out, and 'lax Connecting diplomat cats Harlem connect, Iceberg varsity check Rimmin well ice off my dick Abe Lincoln president suites, lay me, I bought head from Monica Lewinsky Arrest hoodlum Strong arm that the gooden Faggot frontin, knew he wouldn't Flexible rhymin professional We out eatin all side vegetables rhymes, lines Casians and blaze niggas with the shine
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Raekwon: Yea up, that's right ha ha Ya'll be loving my shit, yea all the niggas up, hey yo let me speak, let me speak Yo a new year right here It's the 2 the 3 zeros, here me? It's gonna get technical for play the game right It's jus a game of baseball Ha me? Hey yo Santanna, yo that suitcase in here kid Let's count that, where it from? Where it came from? Rollin ten at a time...