Ft. Raekwon, Cappadonna
[Intro: (from the motion picture «Fresh»)]
(What you doin’ on our turf, punk?
Got a message for Smokey.
Give it.
You Smokey, man?
Give it!
If you ain’t Smokey, it ain’t yo’ motherfuckin’ message
Motherfucker, I said gimme the message!
It’s from Willie, in the slam.
Nigga, you been busted?
Yeah, the man picked me up.
Well, I ain’t got no fuckin’ time to play witchu! Now gimme the message.
Willie’s in Warwick, doin’ 1-3. Told me to tell y’all motherfuckers to
Keep cool. He be out one way or another. Quick. Maybe I could stick
Around for awhile.
Naw, that’s out, man. You know? What can we, The Lords, do with a punk like
You?
Kiss my ass, motherfucker! (Burn ’em) Just me and you, motherfucker, just
Me and you. I put trademarks around your fuckin’ eye!)
(Portrayin’, won’t be payin’. Uh huh, Uh huh)
(Yeah, no doubt, no doubt, this Wally champ cat. Yeah, it’s on this one)
[Raekwon:]
Yo, Gambino niggas who swipe theirs
Deluxe rap cavaliers
Midgets who steal beers, give ’em theirs
[Chorus: Raekwon]
Sit back jollyin’
My team be gamin’ like three card Rolly an’
Drug Somalians pollyin’
[Verse One: Raekwon]
Many raps they crochetin’
Ay yo Iron, these niggas portrayin’
But haven’t been payin’
For real, slide on these niggas like flesh fear
Caesar fade style, usually tough grenade
Throw a blade, fuck gettin’ laid
Guzzle this shit like Gatorade
Big-dick Wallies have never half-suede
Connectin’ with the hot style is done
Light up a chalis
I run with nuttin’ but the wildest, foulest
Come on now, long-dick style
Niggas on the hit out, ay yo Iron bite my shit out
Eventually, bust a rap gun mentally
Been doin’ this century kid, just meant to be
Get on your knees and bless me with a gem in the Caribbean
Skiin’ off by P.M.
Snatch Canadian cream with Scandinavians
Fellatium style, play it like thirty-two Arabians
The greatest lesson is don’t owe, you might get stole on
When I go bury me wit Valow on
(They come to me, and understand, just let me get mines first. Then after I
Get mines, y’all can do what y’all wanna do. Fuck ’em up bad)
[Verse Two: Ghostface]
‘Sho ’nuff, hit the bank and thrust
Cool Nauticas Jamie Summer got trained on the tour bus
We upgrade, swallow raw eggs, read the label
Hittin’ white-label, left the Winnebago unstable
Smooth sailin’, walked in, my earth started kneelin’
Started stealin’, I’m too ill, see we’re bellin’ at the parlay
Kicked up, mack, max motion
Michael Bolton magazine call, I’m too potent
Louisville mix pain kill rap, Fuck benadryl
The violin in ‘Knowledge God’ sounded ill