[Intro]
[Kid #1]: What you doing on our turf punk?
[Kid #2]: I got a message for Smokey
[Kid #1]: Give it
[Kid #2]: You Smokey, man?
[Kid #1]: Give it!
[Kid #2]: If you ain't Smokey it ain't your motherfucking message
[Kid #1]: Motherfucker, I said give me the message!
[Kid #2]: It's from Willie, in the slam
[Kid #3]: Nigga, you been busted?
[Kid #2]: Yeah, the man picked me up
[Kid #3]: Well, I ain't got no fucking time to play with you. Now give me the message
[Kid #2]: Willie's in Warwick - doing one to three. Told me to tell y'all motherfuckers to keep cool. He be out one way or another, quick. Maybe I can stick around for a while?
[Kid #3]: No that's out man! You know. What could we The lords do with a punk like you!?
[Kid #2]: Kiss my ass, motherfucker
[Kid #4]: Burn him!
[Kid #2]: Just me and you, motherfucker, just me and you! I put trademarks around your fucking eye!
[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Yo, Gambino niggas who swipe theirs, deluxe rap cavaliers
Midgets who steal beers, give 'em theirs
Sit back jollyin'
My team be gaming like Three-card Molly and Drug Somalians pollying
Mittens raps they crocheting
Aiyo Iron, these niggas portraying but haven't been paying
For real, slide on these niggas like a fresh pair
Caesar fade style, usually tuck grenade
Throw a blade, fuck getting laid, guzzle this shit like Gatorade
Day to day Wallies half leather, half-suede
Connecting with the high stylist, dun
Light up a chalice, I run with nothing but the wildest, foulest
Come on now, long-dick style
Niggas on the hit out, aiyo Iron bite my shit out
Eventually, bust a rap gun mentally
Been doing this a century kid, shit's meant to be
Get on your knees and bless me with a gem in the Caribbean
Skiin' off white BM
Snatch Canadian cream with Scandinavians
Palladium style, play it like 32 Arabians
The greatest lesson is don't owe, you might get stole on
When I go bury me with velour on
[Kid #1]: What you doing on our turf punk?
[Kid #2]: I got a message for Smokey
[Kid #1]: Give it
[Kid #2]: You Smokey, man?
[Kid #1]: Give it!
[Kid #2]: If you ain't Smokey it ain't your motherfucking message
[Kid #1]: Motherfucker, I said give me the message!
[Kid #2]: It's from Willie, in the slam
[Kid #3]: Nigga, you been busted?
[Kid #2]: Yeah, the man picked me up
[Kid #3]: Well, I ain't got no fucking time to play with you. Now give me the message
[Kid #2]: Willie's in Warwick - doing one to three. Told me to tell y'all motherfuckers to keep cool. He be out one way or another, quick. Maybe I can stick around for a while?
[Kid #3]: No that's out man! You know. What could we The lords do with a punk like you!?
[Kid #2]: Kiss my ass, motherfucker
[Kid #4]: Burn him!
[Kid #2]: Just me and you, motherfucker, just me and you! I put trademarks around your fucking eye!
[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Yo, Gambino niggas who swipe theirs, deluxe rap cavaliers
Midgets who steal beers, give 'em theirs
Sit back jollyin'
My team be gaming like Three-card Molly and Drug Somalians pollying
Mittens raps they crocheting
Aiyo Iron, these niggas portraying but haven't been paying
For real, slide on these niggas like a fresh pair
Caesar fade style, usually tuck grenade
Throw a blade, fuck getting laid, guzzle this shit like Gatorade
Day to day Wallies half leather, half-suede
Connecting with the high stylist, dun
Light up a chalice, I run with nothing but the wildest, foulest
Come on now, long-dick style
Niggas on the hit out, aiyo Iron bite my shit out
Eventually, bust a rap gun mentally
Been doing this a century kid, shit's meant to be
Get on your knees and bless me with a gem in the Caribbean
Skiin' off white BM
Snatch Canadian cream with Scandinavians
Palladium style, play it like 32 Arabians
The greatest lesson is don't owe, you might get stole on
When I go bury me with velour on
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