Molasses
(专辑: Shaolin Vs Wu-Tang - 2011)
[Intro: Raekwon] Yo, legend, what's good, legend, what's going on? (Yo, we gotta do the
intro over and all that, right?) Ice H2O (Ight, keep all that, keep all that) Keep our palace, nigga Yeah, word up, yeah, yeah, yeah, turn me up, son Yo, Ross, what up, my nigga? (Murderous shit) Aiyo, aiyo [Verse 1: Raekwon] Word to the
gold panamaras, and to the
wood grain in my labo I
go the
extra mile, my flow scaffolds Crew cuts, the
older niggas, the
same rumors, just the
same goons When niggas catch visions of killing capos Palestinian armor, golden rocket launcher, my aunt She copped it from me, bought it in Rwanda See demons scheming, niggas get live in the
Beacon I'm 'shaw' to 'shank' shit up like Morgan Freeman Pussy getting rapper, rich nigga, one-on-one rents niggas And incidents, my fingerprints been tore up We sell love slinging like Siemens, the
snortable Beemers They love calling niggas names out, you screaming Feds try to tap us and plus clap us, niggas'll grab Bust' Throw you in the
rassle, yo, clap ups Catch me at the
Stephen King mansion, with four of my Branson niggas With me, me and Britney, a
dancer Know your shit authentic by the
way your hat fit on you, with it I'm like the
Blair Witch nigga in the
rented Curtains in the
five-seven, chunky and short Bagging dope up in the
backseat, your packages walk Holding my girl wedding ring, she Medellin Name is Coretta King, live in Alpharetta and she never leave me Flow freely this is all graffiti, the
cloth I'm cut from Is straight from a
rich nigga genie [Chorus x2: Raekwon] Yo, Scarface gangstas, criminal niggas up in the
trenches Army coats on, playing the
benches Getting paper, sly, that's the
motto, intelligent goons Inside a
hundred thousand dollar whip, follow [Verse 2: Rick Ross] The
fucking Juan Don, yeah, Su Wu-Tang Still gritty, leave the
pretty to the
females The
watch mother pearl weather seashells Pick of the
litter, have this nigga picking paper up Twitter thug, I'm the
townline strangler Get 'em up, banging dangerous as angel dust Cuban Linx smoking stink in the
Brink's trunk I
run with killas who snort powder, extort cowards Ankle monitors under garments, so fuck showers I
give a
fuck what you talking 'bout Mob meetings, we them only niggas walking out Sparking purple once a
nigga done spaghetti slurping Fly away in my new, Scabetti, surfing [Chorus x2: Raekwon] Yo, Scarface gangstas, criminal niggas up in the
trenches Army coats on, playing the
benches Getting paper, sly, that's the
motto, intelligent goons Inside a
hundred thousand dollar whip, follow [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] Yo, we in the
back roasting marshmallows, bottles of Cru' The
dialogue is the
big chain niggas is rude Law library scholars, potatoes over the
thirty eights With bald-heads, all live wires Eleven homes, six trust funds, came home from doing a
dime We just left Un's, straight up And we standing over the
stoves, in denim Gibaud's Bought a
Dairy Queen in Queens right next to Lowe's IMAX Theaters, Astoria Waldorf Philip Drummer suite, pretty young thing sucking my balls off Bubble baths, hash, zooted up, eyes closed Silk drawers, fronting in my key lime pie Wall-o's And I
still got a
half a
key indeed, Frank Lucas shit Hidden in coffins, flying over seas And if you ever try to ruin my night I'm a
make sure my best pawn put like three in your kite Shot caller, laying in big laws Rock of Gibraltar, my pinky joint, killer like Orca Daytime hawk, a
nasty street author Me, Rae and Rick, Uzi'd out in the
Porsche's Case we gotta Warner bro, like Malcolm-Jamal I'm a
Falcon, Seven Mike Vick with the
ball Cause I
can hut-one, hut-two, disrespect, I
hunt you down Ain't a
muthafucking crew we can't run through [Chorus x2: Raekwon] Yo, Scarface gangstas, criminal niggas up in the
trenches Army coats on, playing the
benches Getting paper, sly, that's the
motto, intelligent goons Inside a
hundred thousand dollar whip, follow [Outro:] Army shit, nigga Camouflage, guerrilla shit, nigga You know what it is, man Yo, Lex, talk, yeah Where ya man at? Let's go Stay together, my nigga