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[Raekwon] Old dro bottles, and blow, blowing from both zones Laying in them Tahoes we own the projo's Three for tenement we in the lobby with the big (da dun dun dun) Don't move cause I'm a representative Live for the street, ask, you die in the war 'member that, blast that three at ya, hide in the wall We gangsta, republicans with them big things, big rings Get your head shot off, daddy you don't believe chains Loose cameras, big hammers, Station Wagon, blue Phantoms Smokin the block up, y'all witness the zoo gamblers We ain't taking no shorts, its just the early 80's That made me, now I sit paid and then maybe Nothing but my Lords and raps, these bags of dope Under the mattress and I clack like a slave key Wash your squad up, I roll double refuse to rock Closed up my door up and murked you on the job [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] Getting money like back in the days niggas get like shower posse in a spec of the drug games Slaying niggas, steady spraying niggas, till the task forces roll up In unmarked vehicles and will be laying niggas Streched out, focus, see you come back triple When we O.T. cut it with baking soda, acquire now Strategize, getting paper like the chivey Jamaicans And them George Chain niggas, might we set up a goal? [Busta Rhymes] We got guns tucked in our waistlines, wit raps Hanging from our back pockets miraculous money nigga Can't stop at Sherlock, home can go's Medallions so big wit strings you could turn 'em into banjos Phenomenal property, drug money, scram wrap em A hundred EX, golden like a hundred graham crackers Sidewinding niggas tryna infiltrate blindside A nigga hit you wit the eight, three in the club Dumbing out, drunk in fronta the airbrush Backdrop ones out, five dollars for bitches wit the guns out Juggle for a couple days close shop thinking, To you the bubble until the strip is hotter than a microwave Don't stop, travel all my spare time and keep niggas wit us To push shit like George Jefferson Airline No fro niggaz better go chill, 'fore this gun Goes up your nose like coke sniffing up your nose dude [Chorus] [Raekwon] Hey yo, snoop me kid, coop me in the red room booth And eating Fruit Loops its all for the loot boo Designated hammer that'll lay ya up scrambling Blant ninjas get 'em more popped up, and start blowing niggas magnums up Caught me in the mix wit some rich soldiers, that reaction Is a key action, black sent forty doja's up We hunt 'em like big plans, my big mans and them Slick as the shit breaks from outtas you, rip dip, then quakes them [Busta Rhymes] See I was always good at science, in the class I was hoping Ask 'em for the chemistry temperature now I'm cooking the coke up Used to sit and watch them older niggas for hours And did acknowledge to how cold water quickly harden the powder Took your turn into something big to accredit But ya needs connect shit up from South America Money calculations, told B.I.G. I sit up on it still Holding old hundred dollar bills, wit small faces [Chorus]
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