Mizza - Missing Watch lyrics

[Intro: Raekwon (Polite)] Oh sh**! f** is my watch at? sh**... what the f**? Nah man, nah man, hell nah These b**hes is frontin The f** the sh** go? Them drug gangstas Yo son, you got my sh**? (Nah, son, I ain't got ya sh**) Son you ain't got my sh**? (Nah, n***a, I ain't got ya sh**) Yo, son, my sh** is gone (Pah listen, I ain't got ya sh** Lex you sure you ain't leave it in the..) [Raekwon] I started buggin out, fell in the zone, half the bone lit Pa**ed off, rubbin on my ski hat - oh sh**! My blunt fell, my watch, you seen it? Gleamin little young fella, he just had the stupidest look, weeded Yo, I'm tired and stressed, hungry and I'm vexed And I'm flippin cause these n***as wanna play me for test sh** fell off ya hand Lord? Stop it, I'm eyein n***as in they faces After that I'm goin at n***as pockets The watch, f*ggot yeah, y'all n***as got my sh** "Yo Lex we family, I helped you cop yo' sh**" Then help me find my sh**! Eye-ballin every fake Frankie Lymon in the joint Break out, find my sh**! Yeah, yo now I got robbed, I smell it Mad b**hes walkin' by the fella tryin' to crochet, b**h spell it! Listen trick, be out, bounce Blew an ounce off of weed in the b**h face, she pulled out two white owls "Everybody back the f** up, move! Chef, you actin' like a loose cannon, Pah, with you and your dudes" If my sh** come up, cool Matter of fact, clack-clack-clack-clack, n***as pulled out tools [Hook: Polite] Yo yo yo yo turn the f**in' lights off Pa** the illumin' Lord, tell the DJ turn the f**in' music off We got announcements, we want y'all to listen clear We just lose about mansion in here And yo eh yo if we don't get it back it's gon' be a problem Then my n***as gon' react and that'll be a problem Eighty-five thou' gone we got a f**in' problem Ain't nobody leavin' alive until we find 'em [Ghostface k**ah] Excuse me, Miss, no I ain't havin' it I smacked him with the four pound, b**h hit the ground Then I stepped off, dry mouth and sh** Equipped with the dipped courdouroy Bailey's with the cream stitch Powerhouse biscuits that blow roofs off Rae watch is missin', you take ya boots off And take off those chaaaaaiiiiiiinnnns The fat f** thought I was playin' so I started sprayin Chicks hit the floor, bottles broke The owner slid through beefin', duke threw the toast to his throat We brought the noise like we here to promote My man don't get his sh** in four or five minutes yo we're leavin' with the vote A gangsta's lotto, thirteen bodies and still climbin Big shotties, bodied when they sniff body We did our thing too we got to the Envy lobby Our last four or five shots we see nobody [Hook] [Polite] Eh yo sh** got real that night Power grabbed him, 'Vine smacked him dead in his head (Oh sh**, n***a he got a magnum!) Yo we all holdin', rollin Grab a n***a, search him if he front, f** it, blow him! Watchin' n***as foldin The bartender got a shotgun in his hand Let off, the wheelchair n***a got up and ran Surround the Don, full body armor automatically on The f*ggots pa**ed off the watch and gone (yo y'all n***as ain't searchin' sh**!) Yo where the big mouth at? n***as step up Matter of fact n***a, lie the f** up n***a tried to swing on G's but he a gentleman Son, he dropped the dead arm but failed to see it Two shot G's pealed his meat {*starts to fade out*} Let's see, n***as tried to front like my n***as is weak Corey pulled the truck up, C-4ed this b**h, blew it the f** up! n***as'll use and n***as'll die in this mothaf**a! {*explosion*}