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up Who said we ain't the definition of shit? Real rap, you Yeah, this is multi-expensive rap here up Time to the power You know it is man Nothing but shit baby Let's go Doc I need prescription Ey yo (ey yo)
1 Raekwon The Chef] I grew up on the foul Nickel-bag Purple tops, two for I had grams with my eleven mans On the corners with a full of contrabands Running up and down fire-escapes, narcs Jump in the window let Nikes fly, hide the flakes Guess up in the hill it was to me a nigga woulda did if you steal from me All my around drug niggas villains who want millions Niggas with them on with teks in the building Mad fiends, bags and green, Gillette razors, fly All our blazers designer why we live (yup) Niggas need shit in their Go broke, you go and rope you a It's just stragglers try to take your place And in your face But in all backstabbers
[Chorus Jennings] I'm just to get on Leave a couple mil to my when I'm gone And that ain't cologne the smell of this money I'm trying to get home Cuz I don't know when my karma gonna up I don't know when the toilet gonna up And put me in some shit I can't get out of
2 Raekwon The Chef] on Bags of to stay rich and fly Keep it cool, silks and Krug and food Grilled salmon, trying to make a Those who they be dapping they dudes How it do blow a lot of crews in the cut Pacing from to LA and Hawaii and Cuba Blue new oozie too numbers is braille So when you rub it feel on (?) Now I'm with some special niggas, next level With rubber bezels who Exeleros with jewels (?) boots on, goose, calamari soups And noodles that out "Yall niggas the truth" What it is boy, reclining in a big Benz lazyboy up, lenses on, Chips Ahoy Shipping triple, niggas try to the issue And cock-block but stop the official
Lyfe Jennings] I'm trying to get on Leave a couple mil to my kids I'm gone And nigga that ain't It's the of this money I'm trying to get home Cuz I don't know when my karma catch up I don't know the toilet gonna bck up And put me in some shit that I get out of