Purple Jag
Raekwon; Posta Boy
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What up soldier
What up playboy
Yeah yeah, this is Shaolin reporting in
Okay
Checking you out, I'm hearing about Force De Ville
Yeah yeah
They said it's one king that's standing real grown out there right now
I go by the name of Posta
That's my man
So yo son
What up Ren
You know what you gotta do
Yo ayo, ayo
Holla nigga
I don't give a fuck what level you on
When the metal is drawn, either your life or your bezel is gone
I don't really wanna hurt y'all fags
But I'm sitting on paper, I got Universal mad
Raekwon in a purple Jag
PB in a cantaloupe Hummer with commercial tags
Y'all ask the chicks who wrap the bricks
I'm 'bout to give Harlem a quick flashback of rich
I'ma blow like C4, burn up B'More
Lay in that cheetah next day in a G4
Think like a veteran, choppin' and measuring
Always got a way, but die got eleven in
Little kids follow me, women they acknowledge me
New year, new rules and a new policy
Posta good, Posta hood, Posta real
Posta do what Posta could
PB stay blowing the stink
When the girls give me a hug, they all smell the draw on the mink
Go line for line, dot for dot
Heart to heart, we laying on top of charts
See me bugging on Melrose, low top shell toes
Suede edition, U.S. don't sell those
Posta hot, Posta not, they're 'posed to flop
Please get off of Posta cock
Okay
Y'all little chumps roll out the red carpet for the Posta Boy man
I got Uncle Ray with me
Raekwon the chef is in the building
Mike wanna holla
Catch me at a Bally convention
Sweater look worth the money, auctioning to buy me a building
Matter fact, niggas might try to bubble in it
You know, the XT clique, niggas fell in love with it
Jumping out of academic jumpers, Nike pumps
Jewelry down, G'ing like Trump, sweetie you drunk
Position my thoughts, heavy loss
Roof of the Maybach, one for your girl, you write it off
Flip the new color, only six made
We in the world like, whatever we rocking, that's on the trade
What's the verdict? It's murder we preserve niggas
Automatic birds, handgun, hammers, grenade got words on you
Swerve on you, browsing all through your housing
Jakes stop me, try to take forty thousand
Playing the kid, you won't make a thousand
Yeah, the Larry Davis verse, the boss, the bill, Shaolin
Yeah yeah yeah
We tear one niggas, we tear three niggas man
Shaolin, you looking real good
112, Stand up baby
Yo, ayo I'm tellin' ya