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Raekwon

Smith Bros.

 

Smith Bros.

(album: The Lex Diamond Story - 2003)


[Intro: Raekwon]
Take it back 1993, '94 or something
Yeah, running through the stairs and shit
Trynna to get to the roof
Narcotos is on, some other shit

[Chorus x2: Raekwon]
My niggas won't stop til we straight, select bigger gates
We won't stop until we buying estate, yo
Pull out them burners and front, where I'm from
Better shoot something, if not, niggas won't salute nothing

[Raekwon]
Corner filled chains and Gucci glasses
The was the era when we flipped all the shh, on the store, splashed it
Had Dominicans running and eating steak and cheese sandwiches
They in the back, bragging, the fifth slut
Fucking with a few niggas nieces, take it back when we would
Rock for a leases and stand on the speakers
I got the shit locked, I'll battle you, you, you and your whole gridlocked
Little shit, supported the beef
Fly Pierre couldn't tell me nothing with a brand new beard
Couldn't wait, but kept surviving the years
We sold crack daily, crack mad bailey's, crack faces and skulls
Sit back, watching the mack, twist carefully
It was them horrifying times, spit dimes
Police sneak up, I hope he know the time, get mine
Just living the ghettos, where we suppose stand loyal
But the game'll get you trapped when it's time, yo

[Chorus x2]

[Raekwon]
The year's 1990, everybody grimey
Crack was what's in it, the vehicles was 1-90's
Young shorties be getting their bread, haunted by Jamaicans
Them niggas had their corners on red
Map the laws, running cards, playing bars
Mask the coke in the cars, twist the gan', mad, cracking cigars
Smoking through Queens, bitches stealing Guess jeans
Get the scope on our stars, little did we know, we folow they dreams
Now we get around in live limosines, flash stacks in cuisines
Combat, get to smacking the fiends, just max for a minute and lean
All the shit for the moment, slick omens, my opponents would scheme
We were shot downtown, hit trains, buy cables and remain
The illest villains, walking in spots
Playing the corners, baby, vision or not
Said yo, and when it's on, we gon' rep and rock, nobody call the cops

[Chorus x2]

[Raekwon]
Where all the major swingers, yo
Where all the live fresh, came home, up state living fly rangers
We rep them niggas and we love 'em
Sons, we hug 'em, they make it home and be gone in a week
That's some letters, all my niggas live together
Baby yelling whatever, we all write in hands, nothing but creeps
Hold me down, love, I'll hold you fatter
Watch me catch both of these actors, it's Ice Water throwing hits in the cling
Bloodhounds is on you, goons is beaming
Take it to the team to team, plot thing, blew you a bean
It's just a young poor hustlers thing
But your gun got a ring, if you gonna live like a young kid

[Chorus x2]

[Outro: Raekwon]
Too all them killas and the bank robbers
This is another, another, Smith Bros. production
Production, it's Lex Diamonds, muthafucka
You know what time it is

done

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