Reckless Styles P (Ft. Raekwon)

[Verse 1: Styles P]
I’m accustomed to getting fast dough
And chicks that hold work by they asshole
Standing by the pool in a bath robe
Bullet in your caesar or your afro
Looking at the don and the apple
Be the biggest prize if real niggas was raffled
You baffled, throw you off the scaffold
Or hit you with the scalpel like the doctor
Rap style proper, imminent gun popper
West side highway flyer, coke chopper
Only fuck with niggas that prosper
Bitch ass niggas love to gossip
Get highford, get Kennedy
Get your ass turned to a memory
Remember he, remember him
Play me nigga, you’ll never win

[Chorus]
Reckless
Reckless
Reckless
All cocoo, all loco

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
You don’t owe me nothing but real rap
Under the laundry bag is still wap
Shoot first, not from sideways, niggas is young boys
Ringers is OJ’s, blow crazy
Under the building, Poltergeist in it
Sucked in the low best with ice in it
Buy cars, running through Mars, snatch yo jewels and dip dodge
And don’t make me whip, it’s sergeant now
It’s rough in the 718
Roll out, 11 niggas, snitches gone bate
We’re strapped in the max with the lifers and indoor cyphers
Do anything to kill more Nikes up
Wilding with the wolves in the wool riches
Mostly yall niggas’ hoes is hood bitches
Catch you in the flicks, know the game 456
We bubble cocaine with the quick