Rza - Trading Places lyrics

[Intro: Sheek Louch] Wu Block Ayo Ghost I'm about to go in right here son [Verse 1: Sheek] Yo there's no place to hide, tints on the window Three fifty-seven pointed out the ride, treat 'em like a dutch Dump his insides, blood on the door, blood on the floor They ready for the battle I'm prepared for the war Money on stupid, soldiers on call Follow you for real, chase n***as through the mall Rolls on the table I'll show you how to ball Don don I blow weed on the weave with no shirt on I got tricks up my sleeve Suffocate flow make it hard to breathe, I don't want that b**h I'm just that hard to leave Yea, you see the goons that I bring, D-Block chillin' with the wallaby king My Staten Island n***as they gon' let that sh** ring, my dudes locked up hold it down in the bing Police think I'm carrying like every kind of drug, I just say what's up, no dap, no hug I just keep it movin', I see they all fake but they don't really want beef they like Common Sense and Drake [Interlude: Sheek] Ayo yo Ghost check this out right, I just k**ed one of your cla**ics It's only right you k** one of mines, you got me son? Let's go [Verse 2: Ghostface k**ah] When Nas made one love I was on the bench still Mask on, contemplating a k** with one glove In deep thought, paper bag cover my o.e Heard they got long nickels slangin' the four deep Uh, Medina n***as, Gowan*s and Park Slope Mad heavy, cashmere low coats Pumpin' at the joy spot, stepped to this fiend Served him from Queen, he had a nose like Floyd Pops Armed him with a trey deuce, tell him to knock twice Tell 'em you want two, show 'em your nice bike The door knob turned, somebody cracked it Bernard walked in, I'm right behind him with the all black ratchet Surprise b**hes, welcome to Staten The first n***a that flinched I blast him, the fiends laughing Foot locker bags unwrapped raw, stacks on the table The n***a I shot beginnin' to crawl, he in his boxers Seen the ounce on the plate with oxys, baggin' up mad shake Yo B, yo watch him, while I search the fridge, cabinets and the back room Half a brick in the grits box and the vacuum Drugs is what we all about, cash and it's all around Tell them n***as to get on they face and pat 'em down I got the goods let's be out son, slingin' of a n***a head Word to everything they get out done, let's k** these n***as