[Raekwon]
We slang kilos, Apes to those shorties bring g loads,
Of paper to the hood, We got you,
Cop three of those and get your hustle right,
Whether you a trapper or a gun clapper, Make sure your weapon is hype,
We got all kinds of shooters, Sprayers, Bitches, Niggas who hit playas,
Catch you in your gators, Haters that love rockin niggas for bread,
Lead fly, Hit you in the back of your head, He gettin dough, All that's dead,
Now yo, No more hallucinatin, We just used to hatin,
Go head and violate, We murda cliques, Who you takin,
Not none of us, You know my gun will bust,
In every town or state niggas pullin guns for us,
And peal sumthin up, And kill sumthin up,
We go hard like Tenneesse boys, Hit em up,
We get it everyday an, It's like a matinee an,
We on the block hard, Allah said Rae you made it,
It's time to take it over, There aint a safe promoter out there,
Give me my change, Or get thrown in the rover,
My team thorough soldiers, We call em barrel tholdiers(?),
They in the south blessed, Midwest, My niggas hold em,
Grip countin niggas, Mink countin niggas,
Every three minutes we spit, Hold it down my niggas,
It's all about hustle, Fly cars, Jewelry on my nigga's necks,
If you that live then touch em yo,
I dare a nigga like you, One in your ear I wipe you,
Off the map, You'll get slapped with your white boo,
I'm in a fly renter, Plus I'm a representer,
From Killa Hills, Where it's real, This is my agenda,
Shallah what you bakin, You got coke up on the stove,
Keep it real with me, I'm workin on the purple tape shit,
I got you little nigga, Here's a riddle nigga,
Who's large and own me ten billion.
