Roads-Art - Whatever, Whenever lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, fly sh**, man, word up, man It's that old motherf**in' laid back and Leanin' back on that good old alpaca In the back of the vehicle and sh** Countin' up motherf**in' 68 thousand Two motherf**in' vests on the floor Got mad reefer in the ash tray Police put 17 cars away You already know, man, sh** is realer [Verse 1: Raekwon] Threw on the Harley leather sheepskin gloves, my Beretta ‘Bout to hit the ghetto, hard-body bring the kettle n***as is drinkin' and gamblin', all you see is hammers in my corner Champion sweats, hoes in pajamas 7-50 new blue, this is my lady She stay playin' suits, mad cute, two 3-80s And her cousin, a police who live in the east I knew him from the fifth grade, he definitely is a beast A thug smugglin' cop who live in the ‘hood Plus he rock a lot of Carhartt, Braveheart, die hard The day I seen him, was the day they tried to rob him They pulled out a flare gun, they shot out his charger Yo, beast started simmerin' at dice games and pubs n***as runnin' up in alleyways gettin' mugged n***as lucky, ‘cause them other n***as bu*t I sat back, calm as f**, enter the conference [Hook] Whatever, whenever Just keep that thing up on you Wherever, whenever Whatever, whenever Just keep that thing up on you Wherever, whenever [Verse 2: Raekwon] Show ‘em how we position, all of the sh** glisten Stones flooded the Smith and, liquor, I'm reminiscing Fiends are still sniffin', sons are still in prison My pen is still scriptin' all of them ghetto visions They gave me the contract, came where moms is at Left a Audi 86 in the driveway in the mack Felt like young Bond, Tom Forrest, slacks and metal lenses Two polaroid pictures in front of his brother's Benzes His sisters was some hustlin' dykes, bullyin' n***as Ridin' around, mollied up, plus suspended licenses Hit the stash box – right there, a hundred in cash Left a blue steel muzzle in the glove box, yikes 4:40 that morning, it's foggy, I'm under the Gotti Louis jumper jacket, huntin' hat co*ky Mad ‘cause I ain't f** that morning I had a Korean-Malaysian black sister with a thunder back ridin' me Made it to the balcony part Tossed the rope around the big lion head statue, climbed up remarkably Right by the window, they there Took a glance through, they covered in Versace covers f**in' in the mirror Couldn't see the faces, heard the moans La Perla Draws hung off the sectional chair, co*ked the chrome Emptied the barrel, all you saw was goose down flyin' The trigger felt like wind, it was two b**hes lyin' there [Hook]