Lyrics:
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[Raekwon]
Return of the kitchen kid, with the axe
All I know is real detail, coke, lasagna and them E pills
Million dollar merchandise, we on, get
Nigga, come on, nigga, yeah
Take it to the house
Yeah, yeah, yeah Dub C, 40 Widah
D-Shot
I know ya in the movies and ya pager's goin' off
You got
an album, get classes
[Chorus]
Look around your surrounded by the M-O-B-D-E-E-P
Infamous niggas rep Queensbridge housing P's
My dunns come through
[Chorus]
Well bitch niggaz get you of the grind, nigga grab the nine and
Well fake niggaz try to cop the style, cop the 40 cal then
Well if you
[Chorus]
Well b**** n****z get you of the grind, n**** grab the nine and
Well fake n****z try to cop the style, cop the 40 cal then
Well if you
cruisin'
Them backwards E's a movement
We cruisin' through the 8-1-2
Stoppin' down in Haynies
In a 40 drinkin' 40s
We representin' Cheaney
Slidin' through
E-class
I think we got a problem
Yeah
Big money in this bitch if you didn't knew
Big business minus the business suit
Even I look in
I grab is some skins and a 4-0
Dropped the O-E cause it's just too cold
Get myself some gin instead and then I stroll
But before I get out the door
an attack by an unknown enemy
Huh
Yeah
Huh
Uh
.44 bulldog, my motherfucking pet
I point it at you and tell that motherfucker, "Fetch"
I'm fuckin'
(nowhere) anywhere they can go
And trouble may come in sometime you get pulled
Over by one time and when its 1999 the one didn't even make any stride
Yo, I said back up on my body shit
Like I ain't' even body it
The Maserati doors flip back
Like a karate kick
I got to get that and party with that
Rest in peace to Black Just
Riding through Jamaica, Queens in his black truck
Timbs was 40 below, waves to the side of his dome
Definition of good
a glock
Don't feel pain molly pop
Imma keep going till I drop
Niggas be pussy whipped get controlled by a Bitch
it's like your bitch got the dick
Tic toc
the hate is on
I get the message faster than y'all
Step into my reppin' I
Keep my weapon revolved
I keep the problems resolved
I've been finessing these
Diamonds on me hit like Floyd Mayweather
Don been through the worst but was taught to do better
Cop birds by the two watch em flock with no feathers
that be my favorite gun
I like 556 and 40s but this 9 gon' get shit done
Ion trust no bitch I just call her ass to beat ha buns
These hoes get you gone
of a sudden
All of a sudden
No be today my people dey suffer
No be today
I say e don tey my people dey suffer
If na by hardwork
Poor man go get money
Poor man
Say say me come from the gutter
Make i share my bread say
Say who go give me butter
Give me butter
My brother shey you get am
My brother shey you get
And everything under the rainbow would run me all of my dough
Before the count of forty four bet they get down on the floor
Like beans you lay down you're going
to trick him to the spot
Let Steezy bust shawty
I got a plug in the Bay, I call him E-40
Hit a nigga long range with the Glock 40
Snitchin' at an all-time
Sorry, Jet you took the info straight out of The Post
Burned us just like toast
When it comes to getting you facts straight about P.E.
Get your shit
Darling
Kur ti mërzitesh you know I'm the one that you be callin'
Me the që ti don gangstas, I'm the one I keep a forty
Kur zbrite në Miami ti e pe
(Conductor)
Woah, uh-huh
(Conductor, we have a problem) Nackie Chan, wha-ta!
Whoa, yo
Yo, son
Santo Domingo, helpin' the Gus to get
You better hide your daughter 'cause I'm out to get laid with dick
and have her sprung on this black ass nigga
Straight up out the gutter, have
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