Pa-Blow Escablow

(album: The Lex Diamond Story - 2003)

[Chorus x2: Raekwon]
Hug your right hand, jumped off the plane, kissed the white man
A steady act, curly hair, chubby, fly mustache nigga
Money was long, and plush hat, shit cost nine thousand
Picture me in the housing, serving much crack
Cat look at me, I'm real, lobbing on the field
For real, I shot niggas shaking their hands, I'm ill
Damn, one of them business man's
I just seen 'em murk a nigga, but he jerked him at the same time
(That's fam..) [Polite:] (oh shit)

[Raekwon]
That's fam, one of those Columbians who got money
One of those niggas might try to get up on me
Yo, damn, I need to eat, and I'm a man
I'm a stand up, nigga, I'mma handle when I'm making my plan
Pop, I'll take two hundred bricks, hit me
One helicopter had the super bungalo with the van
All ill technology to watch if I ran, he only gave me
Woody gave sixty eight other black mans

[Interlude: Polite]
Now.. if Pa-Blow would've kept it gangsta
None of this shit would've never happened

[Raekwon]
Now the DEA was on his ass
Slick Saucony's on, big homey taking a blast or something
Handsome big niggas around him
Surrounding him with big glasses on, drinking on lances, fam
Most them niggas fasting
Cuz when he fed niggas after that, pussy and grass
Had made backs, eight labs, his date was Miss Mass
Achusetts, Cap eating fruit, tongue in his ass
You can't fuck with the cartel, you barked at it
Jabbed her and shot her in the back, I can't stand the bird
Word to furs, I need big wizes
He looked at me, "Huh, exactly, Chef go after big bitches"
Frozen burner henchman, flash the great
Looking nine on me, rhinestones, no, them shits is dime stones
Hold a million dollar pound, bust something, don't trust nothing
I'm in shock, staring it down

[Interlude: Polite]
Now.. here's where this shit gets crazy!

[Raekwon]
The killas increase, he fell, but
Maybe a little bit, the Mediene Cartel will fail
Diego his horse, with George Young
Yo, will argue over large sales, hitting Cuba with lumps, yeah
Call them niggas drug barons, eighty billion workers sniff
Getting lift owning Miami yo
Flips got bigger, making more trails
Set it out of nowhere when copping a jail, I'm eating fresh veal
Pa-Blow, the largest nigga involved
The arsenal will have sixty three hundred murders
Living in apartments, wild he violated flight a Bianca
Took two hundred niggas down but two men hounding him
The fucking cockroches posing the on six million dollars sold
We're eating enchilada, goat cheese pasta
Yeah we're dripping it with more salsa
And then they rushed in, found him on the roof dead in his boxers
But it wasn't him.

[Outro: Polite]
The story.. oh shit.. mothafucka!
Hahahahaha