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[Intro: Raekwon] Yo, pass off, man You know what it is, man It's that sh*t, yo, Alchemist, what up? Good looking [Raekwon] Ferry Boat killas, Park Hillas, infered lasers On the top of the ceilings, can't sneak by Go downs is like blow hounds, we smother the block Jumping in front of cars, lending n*ggas four pounds Walk, keep it moving, yo, hop in the range I know you real, cuz I raised you, not gon' front on your aim We spit together, rocking wrist lights, stunting, Right in front of the parking lot I'm like that shark wearing, lighting, been Niking One bling, two bling no, only Boeings And trips to Australia, yo, my n*ggas is smoke fiends F*cking every part of the planet, slam a forty with a salmon Hit your ho on target, we family These are big n*ggas, grown men, who travel the world Calling global drug dealing n*ggas, moguls Never locals, only courts I now is sober And this is real n*gga food, Chef giving out his soul food [Interlude: Raekwon] Get a plate, man, for real, man Come eat, man [Raekwon] Bulldogs they calling, phantom doors lift up, crawling Kiss Shallah hand in the Holland Larry and his guns is weird, six hundred onions a year No more running, see the morgue, shorty Wild nights, crew gunning cats, animal jackets and axes Bulletproof buses, forty backs N*ggas is Romans, then turn around and they gon', then Hoods is paro', n*ggas is logged in Channel to channel, hammer to hammer Rock a bandana knife like Rambo on the scrambler Get high, trust your trigger man, logic is the bigger man Get sh*t done, hit Orlando New improved killas is beemer, plasma walls with the ninas Stick your arm in the back, you jink Thirty seven, three one five, eleven oh nine With two T's, it's like rolling up new trees [Outro: Raekwon] Light up, man, light up, man Open that n*gga, I'mma blow ya, I'mma give ya a hundred, n*gga Just for that right there, my arm is... |