[Intro: Raekwon]
Lex Diamond, Crooked I
What's good nigga? Real do real
All day homie, got you, what up?
[Hook: Crooked I] + (Coniyac)
That's my word! I don't fuck with snake niggas
That's my word! I don't fuck with fake bitches
That's my word! My whole circle hate snitches
That's my word! We hit the block, gang riches
(That's my word, I don't fuck with snake niggas)
(That's my word, I don't fuck with fake bitches)
(That's my word, my whole circle hate snitches)
(That's my word, we hit the block and gang riches)
[Crooked I - over Hook]
Bitch, fuck 'em!
Tell 'em, never, naw
I got the Chef in this bitch, go!
[Raekwon]
Aiyyo, I'm like the modern day Malcolm X heads, Gillettes and a Mac
Chrome jammy villain rollin bones with the family, hear me?
Hydro lit, Air Wick, bag of dope with the Schick
Plastic baggies with the gun on my dick
You know I play the benches and dip
Catch me in the trenches of brick, 17-9, my ninjas'll lick
Play games, lame names'll get shot up on planes
I swear to e'rything I might smear you in flames
Try to play this, spray this
My sons come through in the Angus steak Ranges, or ropin a plain bitch
Shoot 'em shorty, light 'em, roll up on 'em and bite 'em
Get your metals next week, if successful you eat
No playin fame low-key, you O.G. you the same
Lex Diamond 'matic rap y'all, pure as cocaine
We stay the real, literal, I'm only visually ill
If you relate, love to hate and don't be fuckin up mil's
Lex Diamond, Crooked I
What's good nigga? Real do real
All day homie, got you, what up?
[Hook: Crooked I] + (Coniyac)
That's my word! I don't fuck with snake niggas
That's my word! I don't fuck with fake bitches
That's my word! My whole circle hate snitches
That's my word! We hit the block, gang riches
(That's my word, I don't fuck with snake niggas)
(That's my word, I don't fuck with fake bitches)
(That's my word, my whole circle hate snitches)
(That's my word, we hit the block and gang riches)
[Crooked I - over Hook]
Bitch, fuck 'em!
Tell 'em, never, naw
I got the Chef in this bitch, go!
[Raekwon]
Aiyyo, I'm like the modern day Malcolm X heads, Gillettes and a Mac
Chrome jammy villain rollin bones with the family, hear me?
Hydro lit, Air Wick, bag of dope with the Schick
Plastic baggies with the gun on my dick
You know I play the benches and dip
Catch me in the trenches of brick, 17-9, my ninjas'll lick
Play games, lame names'll get shot up on planes
I swear to e'rything I might smear you in flames
Try to play this, spray this
My sons come through in the Angus steak Ranges, or ropin a plain bitch
Shoot 'em shorty, light 'em, roll up on 'em and bite 'em
Get your metals next week, if successful you eat
No playin fame low-key, you O.G. you the same
Lex Diamond 'matic rap y'all, pure as cocaine
We stay the real, literal, I'm only visually ill
If you relate, love to hate and don't be fuckin up mil's
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