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  • 作曲 : Maman, Woods
    Eight million stories, *****
    Take ya'll *****s somewhere, man
    Ya'll *****s never heard *****s rhyme like this before, man
    This ain't no
    Wizard of
    Oz *******t 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 ***** 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 *******t
    Teddy with the red
    Range, supercharged
    KangolsRae &
    Ghost CD in his change, yo,
    AngelSpanish 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 *****s, test *****s, extra bless *****s, 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.'sFreeloaders, the
    D's over, your *******t won't sell no more
    Breeze over...[Chorus: Raekwon]
    Money, gear, drugs, guns,
    GoodyearsAll my *****s 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, ***** the feds
    Papers in
    Aruba's, gold tuba from
    BermudaIn 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 *******, 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 *******t, 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, *****
    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 *****s see, man
    But some of ya'll is blind, for real
  • 作曲 : Maman, Woods
    Eight million stories, *****
    Take ya'll *****s somewhere, man
    Ya'll *****s never heard *****s rhyme like this before, man
    This ain't no
    Wizard of
    Oz *******t 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 ***** 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 *******t
    Teddy with the red
    Range, supercharged
    KangolsRae &
    Ghost CD in his change, yo,
    AngelSpanish 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 *****s, test *****s, extra bless *****s, 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.'sFreeloaders, the
    D's over, your *******t won't sell no more
    Breeze over...[Chorus: Raekwon]
    Money, gear, drugs, guns,
    GoodyearsAll my *****s 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, ***** the feds
    Papers in
    Aruba's, gold tuba from
    BermudaIn 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 *******, 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 *******t, 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, *****
    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 *****s see, man
    But some of ya'll is blind, for real