Ghostface k**ah - Smith Bros. (Remix) lyrics

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Ghostface k**ah - Smith Bros. (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Raekwon] Fly, fly, up against the wall stand off, k**ah We here, we here, n***a, you see us You see us n***a, flyin' through your city In the mean sh**, word up, just an*lyze it n***a Yeah, realizin' the world [Hook 2X: Raekwon] My n***as won't stop til we straight, select bigger gates We won't stop until we buyin' estate, yo Pull out them burners and front, where I'm from Better shoot something, if not, n***as won't salute nothing [Ghostface k**ah] Yo, aiyo Rae, check out the bangle (uh-huh) Where n***as brought to an angle Look how it shine, arm is like thank you [Raekwon] Yo, pa, yo I already peeped that But did you peep the cream of wheat Oatmeal seats that hugs you like bean bags? [Ghostface k**ah] Yo, he had ads in the Staten Island ad He bought a Benz, a Bentley, his promotion was the best In Queens, throughout, all coliseums, right Mint condominiums, b**hes, premium sh**tin' on millennium He was a master when he bought Henny And, good at plaster and he taught many Thinkin' like f** b**hes, can't stop me now I'm legal, like the feds can't knock me now Shoulders is co*ked d., plus he his donuts where the cops be His b**h on the M.C. tip, is Foxy Chop shops is where his pops be Blow his money on hoes, plus he O.G And he quick to paparazzi [Raekwon] His sweaters is the steel version, cut the commercialism Go hard, jumpin' out of Saabs, writin' ill verses Represent towns and vallies, all rallies and ballies Rolled down, blowin' Cali weed The Hennessey pourin, remixin' it with Crown When egotistic get down, the hundred wolves in woolie coats n***as throats is heavy, he's used to wearin' ropes Sailin' in boats, the goats let me live and standin' loyal like the kid 70 I'm ancient, zippers is made of gold, I prevail well Who be rockin' them steel wells Yo, it's us, a hundred busters, three hundred barrels of dust Lustin' discussions, the world will remember us Catch me poppin' sweats and Timbs, with gats, iller brims Take ups is matchin' all gold ratchet A hundred villains, billion a**ets Smashed up my last jet, blood on my jumper, flood it with gas wet Catch me poppin' sweats and Timbs, with gats, iller brims Take ups is matchin' all gold ratchet A hundred villains, billion a**ets Smashed up my last jet, blood on my jumper, flood it with gas wet