[Intro: Raekwon (Polite)]
Oh sh**! f** is my watch at?
sh**... what the f**?
Nah man, nah man, hell nah
These b**hes is frontin
The f** the sh** go?
Them drug gangstas
Yo son, you got my sh**?
(Nah, son, I ain't got ya sh**)
Son you ain't got my sh**?
(Nah, n***a, I ain't got ya sh**)
Yo, son, my sh** is gone
(Pah listen, I ain't got ya sh**
Lex you sure you ain't leave it in the..)
[Raekwon]
I started buggin out, fell in the zone, half the bone lit
Pa**ed off, rubbin on my ski hat - oh sh**!
My blunt fell, my watch, you seen it?
Gleamin little young fella, he just had the stupidest look, weeded
Yo, I'm tired and stressed, hungry and I'm vexed
And I'm flippin cause these n***as wanna play me for test
sh** fell off ya hand Lord? Stop it, I'm eyein n***as in they faces
After that I'm goin at n***as pockets
The watch, f*ggot yeah, y'all n***as got my sh**
"Yo Lex we family, I helped you cop yo' sh**"
Then help me find my sh**!
Eye-ballin every fake Frankie Lymon in the joint
Break out, find my sh**!
Yeah, yo now I got robbed, I smell it
Mad b**hes walkin' by the fella tryin' to crochet, b**h spell it!
Listen trick, be out, bounce
Blew an ounce off of weed in the b**h face, she pulled out two white owls
"Everybody back the f** up, move!
Chef, you actin' like a loose cannon, Pah, with you and your dudes"
If my sh** come up, cool
Matter of fact, clack-clack-clack-clack, n***as pulled out tools
[Hook: Polite]
Yo yo yo yo turn the f**in' lights off
Pa** the illumin' Lord, tell the DJ turn the f**in' music off
We got announcements, we want y'all to listen clear
We just lose about mansion in here
And yo eh yo if we don't get it back it's gon' be a problem
Then my n***as gon' react and that'll be a problem
Eighty-five thou' gone we got a f**in' problem
Ain't nobody leavin' alive until we find 'em
[Ghostface k**ah]
Excuse me, Miss, no I ain't havin' it
I smacked him with the four pound, b**h hit the ground
Then I stepped off, dry mouth and sh**
Equipped with the dipped courdouroy Bailey's with the cream stitch
Powerhouse biscuits that blow roofs off
Rae watch is missin', you take ya boots off
And take off those chaaaaaiiiiiiinnnns
The fat f** thought I was playin' so I started sprayin
Chicks hit the floor, bottles broke
The owner slid through beefin', duke threw the toast to his throat
We brought the noise like we here to promote
My man don't get his sh** in four or five minutes yo we're leavin' with the vote
A gangsta's lotto, thirteen bodies and still climbin
Big shotties, bodied when they sniff body
We did our thing too we got to the Envy lobby
Our last four or five shots we see nobody
[Hook]
[Polite]
Eh yo sh** got real that night
Power grabbed him, 'Vine smacked him dead in his head
(Oh sh**, n***a he got a magnum!)
Yo we all holdin', rollin
Grab a n***a, search him if he front, f** it, blow him!
Watchin' n***as foldin
The bartender got a shotgun in his hand
Let off, the wheelchair n***a got up and ran
Surround the Don, full body armor automatically on
The f*ggots pa**ed off the watch and gone
(yo y'all n***as ain't searchin' sh**!)
Yo where the big mouth at? n***as step up
Matter of fact n***a, lie the f** up
n***a tried to swing on G's but he a gentleman
Son, he dropped the dead arm but failed to see it
Two shot G's pealed his meat {*starts to fade out*}
Let's see, n***as tried to front like my n***as is weak
Corey pulled the truck up, C-4ed this b**h, blew it the f** up!
n***as'll use and n***as'll die in this mothaf**a! {*explosion*}