Surgical Gloves Raekwon

[Intro: Raekwon]
Eight million stories, nigga
Take y'all niggas somewhere, man
Y'all niggas never heard niggas rhyme like this before, man
This ain't no Wizard of Oz shit neither, man
For real, man
Ayo

[Verse 1]
Surgical gloves, snubs in the grass with his blood
"Homie, hold that", the four black
We black down, Gold Jag'
Ol' laughing, yo, "Yo, what the fuck happened?"
"They clapped him in the scalp, it flew that way"
"Yo, why they capped him?" It went through his lap
Snatched his Audemars Pig-et, took his man gold, get at
He painted it, slayed blocks, aiming it, hit a child
This is foul, but he styled with his flamer, flaming shit
Teddy with the red Range, supercharged Kangols
Rae and Ghost CD in his change, yo
Angel, Spanish kid lingo, all I know is where he hang, though
Kept it sideways, angle
Good brush, tough talk, keep it real, daddy, got them thing-os
I respect on how the game goes
The same goes for get-fresh niggas, test niggas
Extra blessed niggas with them egos
We blow you out your peacoats
Haha, ah, dios míos, we get them twelve a ki, yo
Keep it moving, slide off in the G-Os
"Freeloaders, the D's over
Your shit won't sell no more, breeze over"