4th Disciple - Nasty Immigrants lyrics

Intro: Raekwon the Chef Yeah yeah, that's us Hit me hit me hit me, I ain't got nothin to do with none of that Besides, whatever Louis Rich Diamonds (yeah) 12 O'Clock, Gambinos Those crazy boneyard boys is back once again Verse One: 12 O'Clock It's nine-six I'mma bang you with some hits In two-thousand six I got my son makin hits A nine to five it's a job to survive F--k the lies and connives and all them company bribes I'm Family Ties for my seeds I'd die I want the whole f--kin pie save them slice for eighty-fives And besides, see I never had a million Got beefs that got millions and in buy-outs worth billions Knotty n***a with a plan platinum jam Found a million fans in the Lexus to the Lands So whose the cat in the comfy black Ac? As a matter of fact, I sick/six fingers I'm from fat My projects be the livest that it gets Watch me ---- back Tex and do murders in the backsteps I want that b---h with a Lex, a house out in New Mex She disrespect, she buys a Rolex 12 O'Clock sells you stock business Drive in Benzes, see my dog were tremendous In case I didn't mention I'm k**in your whole startin team and all them n----z on the benches So please play your distance I'm givin a sentence that pull more pain than a dentist Most def, I'm professional Twenty G's a show, Germany to Tokyo Show me lies, s** my beach I got fans in Puerto Rico that love what I throw Chorus: Raekwon Introducing these nasty immigrants Who want to flinch, move on him he got bank like Merill/Lynch Styles recorded like a porcelain swordsman So let RaZAh rip across your face, you're frosting Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef Push this s--t out like nine months Rock Swahali and suede fronts, get paid from n----z Lifestyle, like a knife in a child Mail the brick out, Israel, mistrial, blowin like fish scale Wu, dominate s--t majorly, flavorly Jubilant cats they keep pagin me Peace what's the signs ock? Fruit of life like the apricot co*ktails tossin em at cops on blocks Park Hillian, drug hillbillies made billions Get a gun, kidnap, eight nine Jimmyians Yo, he had about this amount in his Swiss account Gunnin this out we reminesces on this b---h's house Back in time, was a bad fiend Now I flex mad green get cream seven-fifty n----l gleam Say hi to chocolate t--i f----d lives Stop and an*lyze in eighty-five Hawaiian c--e flex three lives Caesar Halfmoon, pardon my scalp Buildin and breathin You front I'll leave your a** bleedin and sweetened Chorus Chorus 1/2 Chorus