Surgical Gloves
(专辑: Only Built 4 Cuban Linx... Pt II - 2009)
[Intro: Raekwon] Eight million stories, nigga Take ya'll niggas somewhere, man Ya'll niggas never heard niggas rhyme like this before, man This ain't no Wizard of Oz shit neither, man For real, man, aiyo [Raekwon:] Surgical gloves, snubs in the
grass with his blood Homey hold that, the
four black, we black down Gold Jag', Ol' laughing yo, yo, what the
fuck happened? They clapped him and the
scalp it flew that way Yo why they capped him? It went through his lap Snatched his older mom's pink hat, took his mango, 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 & 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 thangos I
respect on how the
game goes, the
same goes Forget fresh niggas, test niggas, extra bless niggas, with them egos We blow you out your peacoats Haha, adios mios, we get them twelve a
ki, yo Keep it moving, slide off in the
G.O.'s Freeloaders, the
D's over, your shit won't sell no more Breeze over... [Chorus: Raekwon] Money, gear, drugs, guns, Goodyears All my niggas sit, smelling the
tears Cookin snow white, it's just the
poor life, never living off fear We all millionaires, now where my shares? (Money) You know the
code, drug money, gear money, baby (Money) You know we fold the
stash holders, cash blowers, yeah (Money) So when the
D's come, we float and grab the
boats, yea (Money) Spend off, I
got my win off, have a
potent year [Raekwon:] X6's red, up in Albany with the
dreds Bags of black, fuck the
feds Papers in Aruba's, gold tuba from Bermuda In my living room spreads, cameras action, got the
calico cranked Where the
food at? Hood jewelry on, I
gots to do that Long chain hatchet flooded up, you knew that Baby blue mack, stones on the
nozzle stick Bulletproof brocco's with the
Jew bitches, all I
got is two cracks Gazelle lenses, clear rude wraps, bagging every ziplock And my peoples sit around, cops split that High potent white kit kats, we sell up in the
hood Going door to door, every floor, every get back My gangsta shit, get gats, for every man, here go a
gram Meet me by my drop head and drop your lip back Forty-seven quick claps, spray off on something [Chorus] [Outro: Raekwon] Spray on one of ya'll man, the
streets is mine, nigga You know what we do, for real Straight up, it's how we playing right now, man Cause the
streets, man, streets is making ya'll niggas see, man But some of ya'll is blind, for real