歌词
Take it off, sho nough kid
Take it off
We gon take it from the east to the west
To the north to the south
Show yall what its about
Dont make me throw no gun in your mouth
You know?
How long is your cream? this long?
Eh yo, his belt got karats in it
Swift deion, e-320 nigga pitchin
Rock a raw dinosaur chain, hang to his thing
Its like, he pump isolated, still cashin in cream
Niggas in the hood hate him, drew a vase of him
Blaze em, he actin like shallah raisin him
This is hydrogen, son aint live as him
He like maguyver, chin 4 spies with him
Roll relentless, desert that he hold is a gift wish
Shash the list, give his miss dick
Technique, operation tech scream
Bet cream, them alligators jet like a vet swing
Nigga like nicolas cage with the gauge in your braids
2 cannons thatll spray, rockin banana suede
Suck this drunk alcohol dick
Fuck yall niggas with hits
We bout to shit on yall shit
Yall brothas wanna call us out?
Name names, otherwise itd be the best to shut the fuck up
Get pimp-smacked up, jacked up and macked up
Youre scared and froze of bein exposed
I own harlem, I bone harlem, call me the mayor
Its my borough, you dont want no problems
Im on now, you dead pop, all jokes aside
I ride the top, you glide the bottom
Pitfall, 5 foot 9, my dick, balls
Shit yall, leave flat line to stick yours
We flip off basic and brace it
8 kills, 47 ways to taste it
Never understand what you never been told
You did your book bitin off of my scrolls
We hit man, colombo, coats and hats to match
Bust off quick, and then, guns go back
I move like arthur ash against god
4 raquets, 8 balls and no practice
Every cyphers a heated discussion
The industry was like a beat that needed precussion
I brun the music, shit that make crews flip
State that Im the illest, this is q.u. shit
I used to heat-hole, now Im takin over like the repo
Bitches that roll, cee-lo thatll sniff a kilo
We went from franks and greens to shanks and beans
Now we drive our navigators to banks in queens
Yall cant fuck around, your words aint right
Every time I touch the mic, they say perb aint right
But thats the truth though, doh, infact thats it
When they drop this shit, Im gon cop that shit
The new star, you want me? Im at the juice bar
Yall once hap niggas, give me 2 stars
I heard what yall rappin about, but bring your stash out
You shouldnt throw rocks if you livin in glass house
Sneak your weak shit at us, on the low though
Where these cats come from, speakin about po
He got cash to cop and Im crashin {car crashing}
But half of yall cats just catchin up to rae last year
Got guns in the jungle, call em jurassic
The chrome, the steel, the 20-shot plastic
While yall niggas cop jars, me and my niggas cop bars
Gettin head from rock stars
We blowin everything apart, Im smashin the charts
How I see it? （yo, how you see it? ）
raekwon
Eh yo, what you wanna be when you grow up?
Yo, I wanna be a leader
Slow your speed up and stop tryin to be us
Say somethin always, got a future? stay out the hallways
And get yourself right, a 100 more ways
Fly like iceberg, nice with verbs, precise words
Bently swerve, hit the curb, jump out, cock back, spit out
Shut your block down, get out, criminal route
Gangsta shit, cant talk now, gun in your mouth
Cream team killas, cacoon cats like caterpillars
Giant size gorillas, break niggas backs from the skrilla
Scratch, greenback track, feds berserk
Thats my word, disrespect recca, get what you deserve
Inferno, melt down mics, millionaire in my afterlife
Broke bread with christ on the last night
Apocalypse, sleep with 4-5th, 2 clips
Passport, cellphone with the removable micro-chip
Specialist, 40-karat sicillian necklace
Matching bracelet, cream team crisp the basic
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