Imagine This Cory Ak (Ft. 8th Ward & Raekwon)

[Intro: Raekwon, (8th Ward #1)]
Get the fuck outta here..
(Get the fuck outta here, son!)
(Word) Not them niggas, Cory Ak
That's my nigga right there
(What?) I knew you was gonna get on it
The check writer that's right, nigga
Son is nasty right there, he holdin the fuck down
Yeah, what? 8th Ward?
You know them niggas is giants, yo
Yo I'm get a pass on you, hit me up

[Raekwon]
Yo, my technique wires nigga's jaws
Take your's, we caked up playin boards
The sword spinnin, rotary dice, white linen
Invite women, chunks of ice on spinnin
Money on the back hand, rackin pinion
Stacked out, black civilian, chrome teeth, billions
Uh, Kennedy money, twist the Don King
Raise your arm, who rock a stockin cap? Calm, gritty songs
Broadcast the line on you spark steakhouse
Medowlark, he threw the eight out
Threw his darts, don't play without
Falcon in Atlanta with a bandana
White bitches fly, he threw a Santana blow thru Rose's Hanna
Big Duke rockin right there, eye observin his grill
Power silencers is real, eh yo
Ak feed the block, drop teaspoons, feed em for slot
Versace rag top bop, playin cops
Air Max, Newdoff threw his suit off
Pepsi paper, we can't paint em with the Lakers, Lakers
Throw a retainer down, Cream Team deligators throw the flame out
Polly popper with a large wop, eh yo, check it out...