[Hook:]
f** a middleman, I can get it direct
Cook it up, watch it bubble in that pyrex
This sh** hard, that's what I'm talking 'bout
This sh** hard, that's what I'm talking 'bout
I could show you how to make a k**ing in them projects
All I need is some powder and a pyrex
This sh** hard, that's what I'm talking 'bout
This sh** hard, that's what I'm talking 'bout
[Verse 1:]
Yeah, I'm getting fronted by the [?], waiting 'til they catapault
Raw organic blow, straight off the banana bough
Frantic when them birds landed, n***as damn near had a stroke
[?] shook a can of coke
White limes the baking soda merging
Agua, make it up bubble up like detergent
Start off soft when I whip it, work it
Come back hard like a n***a from his first bit
Yeah, this is the type of sh** that'll hook your mayor
[?] pill white like an Aryan
Met him at the Sheraton, reminding me of Pablo
Giving me his spill while I inhale cigar smoke
He said I supply you through private cargo
You need to find a pilot that could fly you to Chicago
And back to the condo to come up with a plan
I met a plug, cutting out the middleman
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Yeah, [?] sh** smell like fish scale, c**aine
Let the water boil then I cook it on the low flame
Whipping up the whole thing with a box of Armor
Hammer, sh** coming back like karma
Pull it out the water, the icing on the cake
Let it dry, paper towels sitting on a plate
Scrape the shake out the pot, the feeling on his face
So numb that he try to tell me how it tastes
Hit the cookie with the [?], make it crumble
n***a at the kitchen table wrapping up bundles
Caught carpel tunnel in your wrist I'll be damned
Got the whole hood looking like Zombie Land
Now I'm at the doctor [?]
[?] Seran wrap
White like anthrax, n***a met the birdman
Now I got them things transported through a [?]
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Raekwon]
Ayo, the [?] hood
Champion hoodie, what's goodie
I'll put y'all n***as on and I'm fully
A gangsta 'til I'm gone
Been blessed with these ounces for so long
Giving n***as money for their moms
This bail paper right here is back up
I'm leaving the country, need a trillion on my arm to live comfy
Back up, my spots is like leopards
I come through with shepherds
Shoulder strap on, black movies black bombers
Yeah the police is scared [?]
400 thousand, take them there
You know it's all of us, one crack you can't even spam
I'm not doing jail for racketeering
My n***as gangsta for sure
We'll shoot anything, just open the door
We get it in, we want RBC money
Ready with black crack, running back to the crib, they coming
[Hook]