(feat. Capone, Polite, Sheek Louch) [Intro: Capone] I just had to say that right there Rae I just have to say you my *******, understand? It don't get no realer than this, man Let's slow the ******* down You gettin' like a hundred worth for real, man [Hook x2: Polite] Eh yo thug *******s know the code, lock and load Hit 'em in the head, watch a ******* brain explode Yo from Y. O. to Q.B. they bang this ************t Shaolin boys they bang them fifths [Intro continues overlapped by Chorus] ******' cops ain't paid up nothin' Yo you know we shoot you down, man Ice Water Inc., yeah! Territory, ******* Millitainment, Y.O Yeah, yeah Yeah yeah eh yo [Capone] Eh yo late night, candle light, fiend with a crackpipe It's only right, feelin' higher than an airplane, right? I'm tryin' to get this money, right? So I move cautiously You more frauds, you see? I'ma live bossy Way out on Fantasy Island with Mr. Roth, B I gotta play the ghetto, everyday the hood endorse me (Q.B.) I'm destined for triple, left hand crook and the right hand fury Will block the shots, that's simple, I dented a tomb for style A toast to the death of my foes, respect violence, the criminal codes Hammer smack a ******* out his five senses Leave him dumb, deaf and blind, I ride on rinses Interest so tight, strobe lights follow my grace Bang bullets by the gates, might hollow ya face Me and Chef smark massive murder, kill 'em! I scramble anywhere in Shaolin, right in Castalano buildin' [Chorus x2: Polite w/o "Eh yo" second time] Eh yo real *******s get up, live *******s, what up? We don't give a fiduck, you *******s'll get hit up Q.B., what up? Y.O., what up? Shaolin get up or get yo' ass hit up! [Sheek Louch] Eh yo I'm a mother******' ******* Wit an Attitude Heavy gun play, ******* back, *******s is screwed Stomach wounds make it hard for you to swallow ya food Throwin' Purple Tape off for me to get in the mood Sheek Louch, who ******' wit' that kid? I'm sick in the head, they need to make a throwback straight jacket White tee on, a light G. on These ******* you wife and the God try pee on I don't care if it's a gram or brick I'ma make it sell, get off my ************ Pump or the Desert E., take your pick Money too long, the case won't stick D-Block *******s ******* with Rae ******* act hard and get hit up in the middle of day Tough guys and all that but I know that you pay And I don't give a *******, *******s better watch what they say [Chorus x2] [Raekwon] Body specialist, full cam F50 with vans A pull up, do it to ya mans, yo scrams If you take *******s ears, *******s ain't really queers Listen, it's grown men in the town, *******s is their's Fluck *******s, I cut *******s, stuck *******s Come up, pluck *******s, pop *******s in chucks, it's business You in this? We non-shoulder style, son, relentless They four lettered me Chef, ******* get down Drop you, piss on you, get this, it's official on you Yo twist the clips hits, this was on you I'm just a business head ridin' with visual Don't force me to put out ya head One for the money, two for the crime round up Peep it, all major *******s holdin' they ground, get up Let's form an army millenia, Ice Water! From Q.B. to Y.O. with Shaolin, I'm feelin' you [Chorus x2] [Break x4: Raekwon singing] We gon' ride for our team My *******s'll kill you [Outro over break: Polite] For the team, ******* My *******s kill you, ******* Y'all *******s want war? ******* pop up! Yeah ride for ya mother******' team, ******* Death before dishonor, you heard me? The mother******' Lex Diamond Story Y'all *******s better wake the ******* up! Yeah, Ice Water Inc., you heard me? D-Block, what up? Pain, time and glory, word, you heard? Yeah, yeah.. my *******s'll kill you, *******! ************-ass *******s!
(feat. Capone, Polite, Sheek Louch) [Intro: Capone] I just had to say that right there Rae I just have to say you my *******, understand? It don't get no realer than this, man Let's slow the ******* down You gettin' like a hundred worth for real, man [Hook x2: Polite] Eh yo thug *******s know the code, lock and load Hit 'em in the head, watch a ******* brain explode Yo from Y. O. to Q.B. they bang this ************t Shaolin boys they bang them fifths [Intro continues overlapped by Chorus] ******' cops ain't paid up nothin' Yo you know we shoot you down, man Ice Water Inc., yeah! Territory, ******* Millitainment, Y.O Yeah, yeah Yeah yeah eh yo [Capone] Eh yo late night, candle light, fiend with a crackpipe It's only right, feelin' higher than an airplane, right? I'm tryin' to get this money, right? So I move cautiously You more frauds, you see? I'ma live bossy Way out on Fantasy Island with Mr. Roth, B I gotta play the ghetto, everyday the hood endorse me (Q.B.) I'm destined for triple, left hand crook and the right hand fury Will block the shots, that's simple, I dented a tomb for style A toast to the death of my foes, respect violence, the criminal codes Hammer smack a ******* out his five senses Leave him dumb, deaf and blind, I ride on rinses Interest so tight, strobe lights follow my grace Bang bullets by the gates, might hollow ya face Me and Chef smark massive murder, kill 'em! I scramble anywhere in Shaolin, right in Castalano buildin' [Chorus x2: Polite w/o "Eh yo" second time] Eh yo real *******s get up, live *******s, what up? We don't give a fiduck, you *******s'll get hit up Q.B., what up? Y.O., what up? Shaolin get up or get yo' ass hit up! [Sheek Louch] Eh yo I'm a mother******' ******* Wit an Attitude Heavy gun play, ******* back, *******s is screwed Stomach wounds make it hard for you to swallow ya food Throwin' Purple Tape off for me to get in the mood Sheek Louch, who ******' wit' that kid? I'm sick in the head, they need to make a throwback straight jacket White tee on, a light G. on These ******* you wife and the God try pee on I don't care if it's a gram or brick I'ma make it sell, get off my ************ Pump or the Desert E., take your pick Money too long, the case won't stick D-Block *******s ******* with Rae ******* act hard and get hit up in the middle of day Tough guys and all that but I know that you pay And I don't give a *******, *******s better watch what they say [Chorus x2] [Raekwon] Body specialist, full cam F50 with vans A pull up, do it to ya mans, yo scrams If you take *******s ears, *******s ain't really queers Listen, it's grown men in the town, *******s is their's Fluck *******s, I cut *******s, stuck *******s Come up, pluck *******s, pop *******s in chucks, it's business You in this? We non-shoulder style, son, relentless They four lettered me Chef, ******* get down Drop you, piss on you, get this, it's official on you Yo twist the clips hits, this was on you I'm just a business head ridin' with visual Don't force me to put out ya head One for the money, two for the crime round up Peep it, all major *******s holdin' they ground, get up Let's form an army millenia, Ice Water! From Q.B. to Y.O. with Shaolin, I'm feelin' you [Chorus x2] [Break x4: Raekwon singing] We gon' ride for our team My *******s'll kill you [Outro over break: Polite] For the team, ******* My *******s kill you, ******* Y'all *******s want war? ******* pop up! Yeah ride for ya mother******' team, ******* Death before dishonor, you heard me? The mother******' Lex Diamond Story Y'all *******s better wake the ******* up! Yeah, Ice Water Inc., you heard me? D-Block, what up? Pain, time and glory, word, you heard? Yeah, yeah.. my *******s'll kill you, *******! ************-ass *******s!
