Catalina

[Intro]Where is he?

Concentrating on the job

Don't disturb the

DoctorYeah

Word upWho said we ain't the definition of exclusive shit?

Real rap, you know?

Yeah, this is multi-expensive rap here brother

Word upTime to recreate the power

You know what it is man

Nothing but gangsta shit baby

Let's go Doc

I need that prescription

Ey yo (ey yo)[Verse 1 Raekwon The Chef]

I grew up on the foul side

Nickel-bag valcyte

Purple tops, two for fives

I had seven grams

Outside with my eleven mans

On the corners with a pocket full of contrabands

Running up and down fire-escapes, narcs coming

Jump in the window let your

Nikes fly, hide the flakes

Guess up in the hill it was real to me

What a nigga woulda did if you steal from me

All my life around drug niggas villains who want millions

Niggas with them hoodies on with teks in the building

Mad fiends, bags and green,

Gillette razors, fly neighbors

All our blazers designer jeans

That's why we live (yup)

Niggas need shit in their crib

Go broke, you go and rope you a

VickIt's just full-time stragglers

Niggas try to take your place

And smile in your face

But still in all backstabbers[Chorus Lyfe Jennings]

I'm just trying to get on

Leave a couple mil to my kids when

I'm goneAnd nigga that ain't cologne

It's the smell of this money

I'm just trying to get home

Cuz I don't know when my karma gonna catch up

I don't know when the toilet gonna back up

And put me in some shit that

I can't get out of[Verse 2 Raekwon The Chef]

Come onBags of money

Trying to stay rich and fly

Keep it cool, silks and dungarees

Krug glasses and food

Grilled salmon, trying to make a move

Those who knowing they be dapping they dudes

How it do blow a lot of crews stay in the cut

Pacing from here to

LA and Hawaii and

CubaBlue new oozie too serial numbers is braille

So when you rub against it feel on (?)

Now I'm with some special niggas, next level niggas

With rubber bezels who drive

Exeleros with jewels(?) boots on, olive goose, calamari soups

And noodles that spell out "Yall niggas the truth"

What it is baby boy, reclining in a big

Benz lazyboy

Endsed up, lenses on,

Chips Ahoy

Shipping triple, niggas try to stop the issue

And cock-block but can't stop the official[Chorus Lyfe Jennings]

I'm just trying to get on

Leave a couple mil to my kids when

I'm goneAnd nigga that ain't cologne

It's the smell of this money

I'm just trying to get home

Cuz I don't know when my karma gonna catch up

I don't know when the toilet gonna bck up

And put me in some shit that

I can't get out of