Heated Nights
Raekwon
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Good afternoon Mr. Raekwon Hope you had a pleasant flight May I take your bags and pour you some scotch sir? Our villa off the shores of Argentina Provide the most luxurious features on this part of the coast And your financial background is suitable for Oh no, the guns are going off in celebration of your arrival, my friend You're a god in the city They look up to you here My life, day one when I was caught up in it young Benetton sweaters, Kangols and guns The candy shop is where it all popped Sellin' ounces of oregano, free lunch, the spot Thinkin' all better, can't wait to bag this block 'Cause when I get on, my ass is just rock Do a few one, two's and shop I get whore who's runnin' through Fifth Ave, a Glock I love Polo Gear and top A few Woolrich pieces, yeah the bagels was hot Dreams and schemes to make a knot I sat on the stove and wrote C.R.E.A.M., one blunt two o'clock Gangsta hours if I'm not I'm lyin', take a shot, I put it on my 40K rock Shorty with an educated bop With flavor for days, it's all praise, who amaze you a lot Front out of drug buildings under the street lights Guns go off, we keep pipes Every kid caught in the zone, let's hope he make it home And sleep right, instead of churnin' the heat night Front out of drug buildings under the street lights Guns go off, we keep pipes Every kid caught in the zone, let's hope he make it home And sleep right, instead of churnin' the heat night Ayo maxin' with the machine guns, new gelatous Tryna stay away from the jail gangs and letters My time is now, bread box is startin' to pile Home-girl got no style but I'mma lace her Catch me in a Blazer with a P9 laser Drunk get twenty five thousand a razor Meet me in the mess hall, you crazy, I'm out in Jamaica Breakin' up black weed, chillin' with gangstas F*ck around high, might die on vacation Better have respect in the right place like Mike Mason Everybody smooth when the cake flip Niggas start snitchin' on the team where they say shit Get your face lit, it's so hard to make shit Can't sit around jealous niggas, that's gay shit That's why, yo I'm just around paid shit No Minute Maid shit, no son this ain't a slave ship Front out of drug buildings under the street lights Guns go off, we keep pipes Every kid caught in the zone, let's hope he make it home And sleep right, instead of churnin' the heat night Front out of drug buildings under the street lights Guns go off, we keep pipes Every kid caught in the zone, let's hope he make it home And sleep right, instead of churnin' the heat night
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Written by: COREY WOODS, FRANK J GUASTELLA
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