PJ's
El Michels Affair feat.Raekwon
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Yo, yo, stop playing with that man
Yo, uh-huh, come on nigga, how many you want?
Come on man, I gotta go to the studio after this shit
Come on, I wanna play some cards
Come on man, what you talking about homey?
Come on man, I'll give you six for twenty-five man, chill man
Word up man, walk around the corner man, go over there or something
Get out of here
We bagging ounces in the back of the Maz'
Ostrich on, Woolrich, it's three-quarter knits
Adidas with Stan Smiths, niggas on the stove
And Aunt Lo about to come to the lab
Oh, she giving me some credit for clothes
That's the slang word for bricks, whip analyzing
Never know who looking
This deranged world where snitches is enterprising
Black man hold on like magnets in the wind
'Cause when it get cold, parole'll get my homey like ten
What's the prognosis? Ounce of goldfish
Fly reefer out of town, wizzes'll stole six
And birds back to eighteen, and play cream, gray Beamers lean
New 'Dita jackets, flipping them small deans
Visualizing 'pressured, fresh cuts, brand new Porsches
Going hand to hand, serving the sauce, yo
Running from the police, this day to day lifestyle
Where kids get arraigned and get chained, it's like a psych-out, blaow
Polices, narcotics, TNT
Big homeys, glass jars and penalties
Can't knock us, warring our enemies
Fuck man, guns, AK's, y'all center piece
Polices, narcotics, TNT
Big homeys, glass jars and penalties
Can't knock us, warring our enemies
Fuck man, guns, AK's, y'all center piece
Tuna salad and puma rackets, pushing through the projects
Captain get your money, yo, show me no slacking
We drop the meanest joint, shoot through Medina
Evisu jeans and ninas, stopped by Juniors, we hit Cheeba
Reefer lit, rappers observe, they got the illest furs on
Playing Marvin Gaye, swerving on birds, you know what?
What? Mosey, don't be nosy, yo
Watch them lil' niggas with them lenses on, them niggas owe me
Drug money made, then they came through with the troops
And took the block over, last seen paid
Stash loot raised, enough money, the currency was jumping
Everybody set, watching the plays, yo
Cloudy hound days, all suede, all gray
Nigga, take your hat off, it's back in the days
While I be out stunting, niggas slid, targeting some vic
My main motto, hit lotto, move with the same hollows
Polices, narcotics, TNT
Big homeys, glass jars and penalties
Can't knock us, warring our enemies
Fuck man, guns, AK's, y'all center piece
Polices, narcotics, TNT
Big homeys, glass jars and penalties
Can't knock us, warring our enemies
Fuck man, guns, AK's, y'all center piece
Ayo, y'all know what we do man
We some powerful cats man, for real, man
This the remix, you heard?
Yo Pete, I love you kid, you know how we do it, word up
This the remix, remix, yeah
Yo, this the remix, remix, yeah
Yo, this the remix, yeah
Now remaster that shit, you heard?
Get it popping, the Vatican boys
Staten Island, Pete Rock, Legendary Box
You know how it go baby
Shaolin, Mulholland Falls, nigga, it's on
Word up, take the curses out man, I'm ghost
Keep it hood still, keep it hood
It's real, word up, I'm coming
For real, for real
It's not a game no more, it's not a game
You gon' see us coming through
And you gon' be like, "Damn, motherfuck," yo, we out