Raekwon - Google That lyrics

[Verse 1: Styles P] Shifty, low-down, gritty, and grimy Like Fredro -- f** it, I get the bread though I'll take the nine and buck it up at your head, though I'll run your j**els, you do it because I said so Ride around the hood with n***as that let the lead go I would never rat, told my lawyers to tell the Feds so Word to the bullpen sandwich and the bedroll Like Starks in the Game of Thrones, let my head roll Real n***a, n***a real Team full of shooters, willing to pull the trigger still If they see you ain't got it, they'll take it from you If they feel like you p**y, they'll be waiting for you I ain't p**y, go 'head and wait You the dickhead that the bullet's gon' penetrate Dead n***a, dumb n***a f** you up, k** the sh**, noose, redrum n***a [Hook: Noreaga] I really drink Tiger Balm (you could Google that) And I shot n***as too (you could Google that) See, I smoke big (you could Google that) You heard of me a little bit? (you could Google that) f** n***as (you could Google that) n***a, f** the other side (you could Google that) f** n***as (you could Google that) n***a, f** the other side (you could Google that) [Verse 2: Noreaga] I'm from the era of the stick house Where n***as used to cook bricks at the chick house after you re-up Dominicans, Washington Heights, they had me up Dimelo; weather so cold, it's like three below My kicks stay fresh like a brand-new baby a** I found a Chinese chick with a crazy a** I call her "s**-Me-Off" -- all she did was s** me off All she want was won tons, soup, and some bu*ter-soft Leather; she told me that she Googled my name up Shootings, robberies, and big coke came up See, I'm an accurate shooter through your medula You could get your ruler Bought a missile the size of Zab Judah I smoke weed, no other sh** The widow's getting high off some other sh** You could keep that, respect to you Get out of line, put the heater to your neck to you [Hook] [Verse 3: Raekwon] We get more money than Google, y'all n***as is doo-doo Throw the Mac in your mouth and bu*t-f** your boo-boo Yeah, pause, little p**y, I'm the cable man Flow direct, your ho I wreck, horse dick stable man Black Trump, n***a, with fat pockets Crooked like Jesse Jackson in a black watching Broke n***as with rich who*es Run off in the Hamptons, sawed-off and get yours Homies rock the freshest since AJ Lester's Cooling on Orchard, buying shoes and vest-es Why pretending who in it? Yo, we winning, y'all sent it I post in the Ghost, the German Lugers is spitting Pocket full, rock the wool, Chevys'll stop the bull Raising the gauge, ramming his co*ky wolves Lefrac, Yonkers, and Staten wolves n***as take ma**ive pulls, so now we blast and them ba*tards move [Hook]