Raekwon - This sh** Hard lyrics

[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]