Raekwon - Broken Safety lyrics

Heh, do you know any other styles? I am very grateful! Are you ready? I'm ready Uh, down on 40 Deuce, when I was a shorty duke That's when I first got the Naughty goose Now I come through in a sported coupe I know what you better do, stop talking bout what you outta do My crack spot is still portable Funerals are still affordable, I'm better than all of you I'm in the hood scraping 'em, Jadakiss, Rae and 'em Ya'll lame n***as, come uptown, spend a day with 'em Bigger ones, bootleg liquor runs, blow something, n***a Let the Earth smoke hit your lung, get your guns The economy is down, so you already know It's gon' be a lot of homi's in the town That's why I'm still bringing the seed back The sneakers that I can't pronounce, that cost a G stack n***as in the yard, got this on repeat, black f** saving hip hop, we bringing the streets back, what? Player spit snipping, different color wallies on Bliffen had to take 'em off, they f**ed up the soles, flipped it I'm forever zooted, crushed up gla**, I'm just flashing through it Nine times out of ten, suede down at the Jumer Maybach bloomers, playing rumors, card shark Getting cash money, take a loan, hit this tuner We onion head n***as, the gun gooners Put us together, he run sea, I run land, with one ruger Stop playing, you know we run rap, you know we done that Stop fronting, son, put the gun back We came with the containers, besides having the flamers My Mexican mans is famous Running through the streets, the bulldog Conehead hoodies on, eighteen five for footballs Maxed like I'm under a good wall, good G Good recipe, good status, a hood broad I used to move brown rectangles Roll you a blunt, then smoke you with d**h's angel Chrome trey pound is making your neck dangle Blue trey eight is leaving your chest mangled It's math but the gun could k** you at all angles Leave the toast home, I'm leaving you all strangled Louis loafers on the Jaguar, gas peddles You got the cops with you, you ain't even half ghetto (Not even half) We neither here nor there But if, you was over here, you would of been got aired (Been got aired) Like a pair of white Nike's on a summer day Pointing the gun away, I could k** you n***as a hundred ways Mine's in a place that yours ain't, so I'm wearing war paint For the day that I see the Lord saint Blowing the purple haze, playing The Purple Tape f** with Chef or the Ghost, get left with a purple face Too bad, your courage will be the d**h of you