| (feat. Raekwon and U-God) [Raekwon:] Hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me I don't wanna here nuttin' Word Up, got to pay Yeah, Its like that right Blow his Back out, make his shoes work Aye Yo, this shit be off the knock it rock whatever cock block it Cat get blown, who own this street corner, foreigner hesitate to rock a Hummer Navy Seal top runner, rhyme this summer For real, marinatin' nigga's skatin' debatin' waitin' style flowinly relatin' Fine line switch it on ya like venetian blinds the mission is mine, fabulous king I devine Titanium Hydro collado, Yo dunn dunn polly dis conjunction Son what, slang doctor, Medicaid the kids pay it say if these niggas in affect dunn, stay rap related Cassette rhymer, 5-G co-signer, line for liner Poet designer, sharp like liners Mic of the year award, fly gear award them niggas over there be analyzing for one sword Get bent, pay the rent, plus still we invent nuff shit to get your whole team crazily sent Now all I need is a half gallon of weed Proceed, to bust as Mike Ditka made three seeds then Max out like two Ack's inside the parking lot son Bark a lot and get seen hit in that dark a lot what now blow, clickin' like a calico gold maxmillion, one love keep it real yo [Ghostface Killah:] Yo, hit me for these Tommy Hill, Ice rockin niggas Peace, the summers mine, I blow the biggest Back up off me, while I grab my dick and hold the Heini Park the Blue 600, Wally kings is right behind me Tackle clubs, never rock Lugz, I'm way above This ... |
