Yolanda's House (Ft. Raekwon & Method Man)

Yeah yo I'm skinned up

Nike's is scuffed

Still bugging earlier around four

How I escaped the bust

The way I fell cracked the face of my watch

My mans chanting me on like

Run son don't go up in the spot

Jetting through bushes and backyards

Neighbors is ratting me out

Dogs is barking all you hear is the car's sirens

I'm trying to think and toss the iron

Bomb in my sweats got me running funny

You think I'm lying

May God strike me if he don't like me

I'm tired and I'm out of breath

The weed got me paranoid

My heart's pounding through my chest

Trying to focus up and make progress

That's what I get for slinging in them projects

Next thing you know I'm in this bitch's crib chilling

Told her my story and like this

I had her legs in the ceiling

Cooking me fried fish sticks

Hot side of them biscuits

While she doing this

The bitch still sliding on lipstick

Now I got the fat stomach on

She cracking a dutch

I'm playing with her pussy on the couch

I'm ready to f**k

Like come here miss lady wop

Where you put the condom box

She finished off the last one

Oh shit I hear the cops

Handcuffs and talkies

I mashed her white Yorkie

Jetting up the stairs

Them pigs want revenge like Porky's

So I slid hid behind the wall opened the door

Like ooo I seen my man Meth going in raw

So he jumped up balls out

I hid in the closet

I'm dying laughing he said

Yo Starks be quiet

Now let me put my drawers on

Nigga what kinda dope you on

Should've knocked before you

Came in the spot Ghost you wrong

Busting in here on the government shit

Got this chick screaming grabbing

The sheets trying to cover her tits

She's asthmatic and you laughing son

I bump my toe on the nightstand just

Running trying to grab the gun

Shit's real man you spazzing dun

There comes a time in a man's life

He gotta toss his pack and run

You know we family like Crack and Pun

But Mr GFK state your business after that be one

Now can it be that you hot lord

You did some shit on the block that

The cops tryin to lock you for

Can't believe you blowing the spot lord

My chick is bugging she tripping

My dick keep slipping out my boxer drawers

Now I'm caught up in the drug sting

Niggas is calling my horn

Police is hitting every corner we on

Can't understand it it's a thug thing

And in the moment of thought

I'm interrupted by Shallah Raekwon

I need my money Meth

Gonna by them hundred birds

Tell Tone get at me

All them little clients want work

He know we fresh out

Tell the kid meet me matter of fact beep me

Word to mother lord son he got me hurt

You still f**king shorty I knew it

The big mouth broad that be yolking my balls out

Her little brother wanted two bricks

You know the nigga licks

A May bach on twenty six

All he do is get money hustle he's a dick

He told me foul shit wild shit

That nigga wear a lot of loud shit

No that Steve Rifkind style shit

Hit me with some other talk him in New York

They robbed the Venezuelan niggas

Stabbed his son with a fork

That was Jesus' rooster's little niece little nooses

Father's homeboy

That's the kid who gave us a boost

He gave them things on the arm

Said for us to be calm

And if some beef pop off

Go ahead and ring the alarm