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Wild Corsicans
Raekwon
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Yeah
We young, gifted & black
He tried to run
Fifty-round drum ripping his back
Stand over him
Couple more sit in his hat
When shit gettin' real in the hood
Where you niggas was at
Probably somewhere hiding your hand
Let them fuck niggas, come through and ride on your man
But I been knew you was pussy, so I understand
So your head is where these hollows that I'm firing land
I prefer the Mack, when the Tek fire and jam
Tearin' down a Bape store when I fly to Japan
Three fifties on a pedal when I'm flyin' the Lamb
Squeeze Blicky, lettin' metal shit fire and blam
All these rap niggas do is just lie to the fans
Talkin' bout they buyin' birds, they ain't buyin' a gram
I'm here forever, I ain't got no retirement plans
Bout to kill him, Rae, I'm tired of playin' It's Griselda
Too many questions
My answer was run the streets
Provided for his fam
What a man should wanna be
For you talk that shit to us
Hope you plan to come with receipts
You the type of nigga
Couldn't handle a one or three
Not understandable
Cause I've been an animal on a leash
In the dope game, I made some friends, you gon' wanna keep
Brick a month
When I knew I could handle like one a week
Skipped steps, when I up and demanded I want a piece
But who am I to ever bring y'all personal problems up
On real nigga time, but that might serve as the obvious
You know how this ice work, on my shirts, the kind of uh
Make the room cold as a white person's thermometer
Legendary cloth facts, ask anybody who signed to us
Outlaws, got ten times more what they promised us
Million dollar deal, they can't wait till my album done
They gon' burn candles for rap niggas like it's Hanukkah
Feel me now? Potent raw like a brick of girl
Lose your life 'cause you ain't movin' right
Respect the feel, kid, it's rules to it
And God forbid I catch you forcin' my hand, make you lose fluid
Feel me now? Potent raw like a brick of girl
Lose your life 'cause you ain't movin' right
Respect the feel, kid, it's rules to it
And God forbid I catch you forcin' my hand, make you lose fluid
Ayo, the heavyweight, Hermes, on smash
You think it's Leatherface, jewels messier
Heard Shot from every way
Just came home from doing 20
Rocked the same chain from 01'
And shot a nigga
Just for lookin'
Stretch like GS
50 brick stash out on T-Neck
I'm on the cot
Layin' sleepless
23, one recess
Face kinda wrinkled, money, teethless
I'ma die for my respect
Clear the scene and take names later, it's time to raise the stakes up
I bet you can't afford to pay the wager
Worthy of my bullets? Nah, some of you not, here's a razor
Let it slide on you, open your knot, yeah
Business man first, son, but don't get it fucked up
Taught you that other year and have you fillin' my trunk up
Must've forgot what my status is, rock shiny with more clarity
I dare you front on my academy
That's known for them casualties, I know I'm somethin' else
Women love the wealth, they praise me, they say I'm top shelf
Can't pronounce what I'm drivin' and blew through in somethin' else
Extraordinary, Capricorn born in January
Bigger bag of loot, ski groupies in Gucci
They beg 'fore me, they bring me designer, cock up in they coochie
I pass on 'em, nothin' but model mamis with ass on it
Put the word out and get you curved, your head got cash on it
Feel me now? Potent raw like a brick of girl
Lose your life 'cause you ain't movin' right
Respect the feel, kid, it's rules to it
And God forbid I catch you forcin' my hand, make you lose fluid
Feel me now? Potent raw like a brick of girl
Lose your life 'cause you ain't movin' right
Respect the feel, kid, it's rules to it
And God forbid I catch you forcin' my hand, make you lose fluid
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