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Crack Spot Stories
(专辑: Wu Block - 2012)
[Intro: Raekwon (Sheek Louch) {Ghostface Killah}] Yeah, yeah (what up, what up, what up) What is it, nigga? {Let me get a
sip of that} (It's that dark right here, you dont want none of this, light that) That's that super black, nigga (What's good, though, fam?) {Aiyo, turn that tv up} (Come on, man, you right there) {Martin is on, right now, Martin on} (You got the
remote) {We need new batteries for that remote, though} (Ah man) {Yeah} (Aiyo, talk to them, Starks) [Ghostface Killah] Henny bottles everywhere, smelling like 'yac Bagging crack, sitting in the
kitchen, wearing my mask Robe on, tailored made in Italy, new Gucci denim One slipper on, Brookstone, cushion In the
barn, number seven, hugging my neck, yo, Kiss, yo, Rae Tell that yellow bitch I
got next She fucking with robbers, don't wanna hear her pussy sore like Tasha's, this is Starkers Crumbs hitting the
floor, fiends clicking they big lighters With Garfield eyeballs, pulling them all nighters Give me fifty push ups, give ya'll a
little piece Faggots did a
dime, niggas too weak For fun, shove a
Suzy Q
in they face Let 'em smoke a
rock with cake on they head in the
gate He might die with a
stem on him Who give a
fuck, I'm the
reigns, hate on him [Sheek Louch] Crack spot stories, he put a
kilo in the
pan I
was about to break his hand until it came back tan He dancing around the
stove, Starks chilling in his rob My hard knock life, I
could of wrote that for Hov' Shorty, give me a
ginger ale and dutch masters Matter fact, hand me the
phone I'm bout to order Casper's Fiends at the
door, I'm too lazy to let 'em in Turkey sandwich, barbecue chips, ESPN Sitting on the
couch, I'm just trynna do the
match She got ten polo shirts, all she asking for is half Today was a
good day, no one got shot No police or none of that, that's how it is in our spot, yeah [Raekwon] Pyrex boys fronting in Rolls Royce's I'm on the
iPhone, leg back, examining choices Two types of coke, we in the
bathroom, voting We like 'take it', helicopter waiting, we boating, yo Gangstas to the
death of it, humbling villains A
good hand chemist in twenty minutes, cake up and finish This for the
hallways, the
long days, me and my whore, bagging up Shorty more razors and bring out the
four aces Sit back, laughing with a
stack and a
clapper She spray up everything, we paying Pataki Drug house with no work there, the
worst fear is never the
thirst, yea But set up for to the
first of the
thirty first, disperse, yeah Beef, what, bring me a
burger, ya The
flame broilers jump out, one to your first beer So take that, over there Everything, everything, just stay out of max clear [Jadakiss] We got the
trays up in 6E, that's usually where the
God be Me, Kay and J-Bop, Cali J, and Rod Lee Bread clocking, all night, the
heads knocking No feds, just Kevin Tie or west watching Bagging up at the
table, while we chit chat Past the
Phillie, wash your hands 'fore you hit that Young niggas getting it, everybody G'd up Other niggas only made sales when we read up Motorola flip, burn out in the
beeper White Katie and Rhonda, Stacey and Shaniqua Yeah, cocaine, weed and forties That's when I
was a
shorty, crack spot stories To Allah be the
glory
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