like a Sunday paper Capers caught long time with cheap flicks Good picks pay hard, watch the heart turn sideways Couldn?t tell, Burrell cells to those who lose cares Players give
Hostility Because I don't wanna feel this overwhelming Hostility Gotta cut away Clear away Snip away and sever this Umbilical residue Gotta cut away Clear away Snip away
an auction. Tell them we gotta raise some money for the defense. They'll buy everything that she touched. Everything. Your shoes, your dresses, your perfumes, your
the shit You know you the shit I know I'm the shit Pledge allegiance to the the shit Hands where your hearts are Matter fact salute this shit Hands were your
your majesty Iron palm drillin through your cavity, you want it Dunn how badly Got eighty cats, creepin in your alley, where your dogz at? Chorus: Raekwon
drink tea Now I hear him come up the driveway In his el camino With it's black with a red-flame firebird on front He keeps the keys to himself He won
horror show I'm slangin' nocous on the boulders, keys, O-Z's and quarters Come along, get up, stand up, and come and get your sack I'm bustin' nigga's hearts
grow my jeri curl back Steper murderah stepin' out a Chevrolet Sportin' a beenie like Marvin Gaye Stalkin' walkin' in my big black chuck's Standin' tall in your
get your goods pushed back you fraud, pull the wool off your Hollywood act Throw your body on the tracks, pull the back out your raps Burn like, the human
mice! On [? ] wouldn't fall off the floordrop [? ] more hot! - And everything that your not! Warlock! - Back block Sureshock Keep your mouth shut, and your
the toaster where ever you pop tarts are Play with funerals get cha ass burried, you should shut your fruity ass up raspberry Jus got that rolls royce so this black
across town you wanna act hard ya Ima give you your key's back just give me my platinum and black cards And I can't lie Ima miss pullin your and hittin
hold your head, Freaky Seeky hold your head The O.B.B.O., 151st Amsterdam holla at your boy A.K. Jackie Rob, All my niggaz in Harlem Get your hustle on
life like a game Ain't gonna give you no fame by callin out your name Just explain how I do it and, lead by example Stay away from repetition don't wanna
sky was black as midnight, but 'neath the dark and gloom Voices rang and angels sang dancing 'round the tomb The Sons's gonna rise and shine He'll take away the keys
but lookin' like I slang keys but these hoes will neva know cuz them ones will have you fat when you off in one of them clubs and dressing all in black
