Текст песни Raekwon f Chip Banks, Ghostface Killah, - Blazin` O.S.T
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[Intro: movie sample]So ya puttin` all ya subs now, huh?Yea, ya doin` real good?Ain`t you gonna introduce me to ya friend, here?Well I`ll introduce myself, excuse the glove"Get ya shit beaten" - Prodigy of Mobb Deep (sample repeated)[Intro: Raekwon]Aww shit, these niggas out here, hold thatPicture that nigga, all the real niggas, yo, come onYea, word up, I look good right?Yo, aiyo[Raekwon]Put my money on the real kings, reveal the ringsRocks swing, stayin` bling-bling in OssiningJet mack packages, feast to light it up and beast itCordially invited, the motto is eat this..[Polite]Yo, what up, Lex? (What up son?) Yo it`s on againYo, it seem like niggas want war againIf you ain`t know, bet ya niggas heard of me nowCan`t stop me, best bet, murder me now[Chip Banks]Aiyo Lex, put ya diamonds onGrab ya vests and ya nine, cuz it`s onI rep Harlem World where they hustle atAll the way to B.K. where they bust you at[Raekwon]Yo, yo, gun on `em in the x-raysReal niggas lay tired of itNigga violate it, cut him in the faceVivid hand glock, loopin` the dance, shoot him in the assLike cupid, dealin with an old place, stupid[Polite]Yo, yo, ain`t a team allowed to know, fuckin` wit thisNiggas mad like I`m fuckin` they chickSee me stuck in the whip, gun in the hip, one in the headTen in the clip, niggas is dead, they imposters[Ghostface Killah]I used to bubble dimes, in the goose, I use to cuddle ninesAnd double the fact that you dare think that you can trouble minesBig guns is layin`, Timothy McVeigh `emBroad day `em, push `em all the way in[Raekwon]Aiyo, dred`s in the bloody repYeah, yellow canary Lex`, specs on, movin` like vetsTri-boro, thoroughest thugs move like DeNiroHeat out, extortin` the heroes, 4/5 singles[Chorus: Polite (with Prodigy sample)]Aiyo let`s go get doughBust slugs in the club, thugs get lowBitches showin` me the thong like I`m SisqoUp in the six, yo, watch his wrist glow, damn, it be sick thoughThis be the shit thoughYou ain`t know, got ya moms in the discoSingin` the intro, shakin` the ass like the nymphoTime to move, nigga, we in, time to catch wins[Ghostface Killah]For magical mixes, remix the hell outta the BibleLike strip it and switch the whole titleRobes hit the floors, shoes is buffedGold studded bracelets, handcuffs, they gave it up[Raekwon]Teach niggas how to resolve a big mobKeep niggas on beat, fuck around and di-ie the mid-obNiggas gonna bump what, yeah, you wit it whateverLet`s body these niggas, a lot of niggas bump, yeah[Polite]Yo, yo, never been the type to hold a grudgeDid five, I was guilty, fuck the judgeThe Ave. got mad when I slid back throughIced out, just came home and I blew[Chip Banks]We like, them frisky, rich and poet-esqueIf it`s chilly on our neck, then it`s cold on our wristsThe cash flow is nuts, come through 8th AveAnother hundred style, burn out for doughin` us[Trife]Aiyo, the hood`s off the hook, hooded up crooksPlay the back burner wit black burners layin` for the juksI`m too live, heats be the same as my shoe sizeFresh out the box, just copped a pair of new nines