and brutalized Informats scrutinized and crucified Wakes firebombed, functions shot up The jakes was not alarmed to damage the product [Raekwon] Shoot his mans, grizzly stance, up
in Maybe he was mistaken for some great man In a dirty place he lay in a gray basement Shaking his scabs, crack bag, stabbed up four times, strong! With
thigh splits for two bits And five year old preschool pussy And once strong now bony backs and stretched out Weary racks of snatch, in other words, I sold crack
frontin' bitches that now caught vapors Niggaz run up on you with guns, snatchin' papers Outlined body chalk, is how they would scrape ya From off the pavement, I hate gettin' locked up
to wake them up Counting all these fucking babies till I get a paper cut kill the competition now ? then I make them up Only time we Black and Yellow when the caution tape is up
in the hood with an 8th Ni**as beef over crack sales, scrap over hood rats Die over dice games, you f**kin' with us And I'ma still pop s**t ridin' up
hand Networked a plan, we sticking him and his man Working zip-lock, pop the lock, flee the spot Grab the knot, national(hurry up! hurry up!), tell Willy
Memphis You writin' them checks, go holla at my boy Damon All my ***, throw your dubs up If you ain't from the Westside, put your guns up Let a shot
Crack For every shell that fell there's a story to tell They say you hustle then you goin' to hell Nah, I know God love's me Yeah, I know that He fucks
and no head So I'm like fuck that Show me a quarter and an ounce of crack And I'm straighter than a fucking light post I sold a lot of crack but I bought
cracks Sure as God made man, the first man was black The Black man made pyramids and gangsta rap That's all I know, 'cuz poppa didn't raise no rats
a roach See if he'll stay there on a piece of tissue And give him a piece of toast That morning, he would wake up and be gone What the insect had a
, eight inches, 400 pounds Of made niggaz that get broke down This is not a joke now, I'm serious, you feel it in the voice Don't make me fill this gun up
up the chrome and let's swang) Tigers all up in the wall (Some bitches in the back and a pocket full of scratch Take a match and spark up a little bud
swear to God, it feel like death is fucking callin' me But now you wouldn't understand Oh, you slid up on me Ayo death, hurry up before they give up
niggaz stick to the script 7, don't slang crack where you stay 8, just don't do it, okay? In my hood all you see is dope fiends an' dope dealers Rats
pay for ya, they get ya back dead Real talk, stop walkin' on ya back legs Step into the lime light, bullshit backstage I used to tote a 32 up in my crack
your crack Keep a stash in the dark for the trap Man you never know when the narks gon launch an attack Stop, I know you cats livin' a lie You niggas rats