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| [Raekwon] Yo man get ya ass in here man You know the f**kin' police lookin' for you man? Come on man, them niggaz just left here man Come on man you know we got mad f**kin' blow up in the motherf**kin' lab son This nigga's off the hook man, Yo Chef talk to these niggaz man [Raekwon] We baggin' ounces in the back of the Maz' Ostrich on, Wollriches, three Quarter-ness A.D.I.D.A.S. wit' Stan Smith's the grants on the stove And Aunt Lo about to come to the Lab-o She givin' me some credit for clothes That's the slang work for bricks, dicks analyze You never know who lookin' it's deranged world Wit' snitches is enterprisin' black man hold on Like magnums in the wind cause when it get cold Parole give a homey like ten What's the prognosis?: drugs, guns, and ounces of gold fish fly reefer out-town, bitches is stone six And birds back in 18 and played C.R.E.A.M gray beam It's lean new A.D.I.D.A.S jackets Flippin' up small dean visualizin' portraits Fresh cuts brand new Porsche's going wit hand-to-hand Servin' the source yo, runnin' from the police This day-to-day lifestyle where niggaz get arraigned & get chain It's like cycle--blaow!! [Chorus: Pete Rock] Drug dealers, stars & celebrities (ghetto celebs) even dudes with a few felonies (a few felonies) In the PJ's this what they tellin' me (tellin' who?) sniffin' real hard but you not smellin' me (smell me) The crowd yellin' for Chef, Killa & Pete Rock (Pete Rock) Got 'em movin' like the millenium beat box (beat box) shit is all hood 'till they hear the heat cock (Whoo!) Fall back & let the beat rock [Masta Killa] Degrees of experience qualifies me to speak in certain areas where many can't reach So I prepared a speech for y'all to then listen while I spit the hot venomous shit My whole clique sick, infested wit' the itchy tigger finger mob related Noodle-leanie Universal flag Beanie, Son you wouldn't want to see me black down Masta .4 pound clip full of hollow tip Round turn the f**kin' sound up, my cup runneth over Hennessey The Bill Bixby Ninja Scroll, niggaz that roll my son did four in the hole, tenant population, neva told, facin' parole Sipped the old gold style, beat it in trial my mild-mannered .9 Bandit, flow drunk look at skunk weed Stickin' razor sharp rip 'em, bites lift 'em we at the jam direct The Ghetto Gospel, collaboration nine word could change the nation, no doubt! [Chorus] [Raekwon] Tuna salad & Puma rackets pushin' through the projects Captain get your money yo show me no slackin We drive the meanest Joints shoot through Medina wit' a Evisu jeans And ninas stop by juniors we hittin' cheeba briefly Crackers observe you got the undercovers, niggaz just love us We know that they suckers, you know what? - What? Mosey don't be nosey yo! Watch these fake niggaz wit' these thank you cards them shits is bogey Snitches in the hood up to no good We would kill a lot of motherf**kers but the timin' ain't good So while my bankroll climbin' I be out on consignment breezin' Ki's wit 29 letter melted cheeses All of my papers now in real estate white folks been doin' this since '69 It's billions & killer weight So prosperous moves wit' the jewels, wit Wu Nikes on it's cool don't eva act like niggaz ain't who (??) One! [Chorus] [Raekwon] Yeah! We just sit back in the Luxury Toasters Slidin' through the motherf**kin' projects Stand away from you fake ass motherf**ker's Layin' up in the barbershops gettin' f**ked up cuts We don't respect y'all (respect y'all) Knaw'sayin'? This is Shala Louis Rich, Pete Rock, Masta Killa, The Vatican One! I'm gone "Well this next number I'm gonna dedicate to my barber cause he been trimming me for the last past 3 years" "Heh...heh...heeh..heh...heeh....Heeeeeeey!" |
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