Raekwon - Mola**es lyrics

[Intro: Raekwon] Yo, legend, what's good, legend, what's going on? (Yo, we gotta do the intro over and all that, right?) Ice H2O (Ight, keep all that, keep all that) Keep our palace, n***a Yeah, word up, yeah, yeah, yeah, turn me up, son Yo, Ross, what up, my n***a? (Murderous sh**) Aiyo, aiyo [Verse 1: Raekwon] Word to the gold panamaras, and to the wood grain in my labo I go the extra mile, my flow scaffolds Crew cuts, the older n***as, the same rumors, just the same goons When n***as catch visions of k**ing capos Palestinian armor, golden rocket launcher, my aunt She copped it from me, bought it in Rwanda See demons scheming, n***as get live in the Beacon I'm 'shaw' to 'shank' sh** up like Morgan Freeman p**y getting rapper, rich n***a, one-on-one rents n***as And incidents, my fingerprints been tore up We sell love slinging like Siemens, the snortable Beemers They love calling n***as names out, you screaming Feds try to tap us and plus clap us, n***as'll grab Bust' Throw you in the ra**le, yo, clap ups Catch me at the Stephen King mansion, with four of my Branson n***as With me, me and Britney, a dancer Know your sh** authentic by the way your hat fit on you, with it I'm like the Blair Witch n***a in the rented Curtains in the five-seven, chunky and short Bagging dope up in the backseat, your packages walk Holding my girl wedding ring, she Medellin Name is Coretta King, live in Alpharetta and she never leave me Flow freely this is all graffiti, the cloth I'm cut from Is straight from a rich n***a genie [Chorus x2: Raekwon] Yo, Scarface gangstas, criminal n***as up in the trenches Army coats on, playing the benches Getting paper, sly, that's the motto, intelligent goons Inside a hundred thousand dollar whip, follow [Verse 2: Rick Ross] The f**ing Juan Don, yeah, Su Wu-Tang Still gritty, leave the pretty to the females The watch mother pearl weather seashells Pick of the litter, have this n***a picking paper up Twitter thug, I'm the townline strangler Get 'em up, banging dangerous as angel dust Cuban Linx smoking stink in the Brink's trunk I run with k**as who snort powder, extort cowards Ankle monitors under garments, so f** showers I give a f** what you talking 'bout Mob meetings, we them only n***as walking out Sparking purple once a n***a done spaghetti slurping Fly away in my new, Scabetti, surfing [Chorus x2: Raekwon] Yo, Scarface gangstas, criminal n***as up in the trenches Army coats on, playing the benches Getting paper, sly, that's the motto, intelligent goons Inside a hundred thousand dollar whip, follow [Verse 3: Ghostface k**ah] Yo, we in the back roasting marshmallows, bottles of Cru' The dialogue is the big chain n***as is rude Law library scholars, potatoes over the thirty eights With bald-heads, all live wires Eleven homes, six trust funds, came home from doing a dime We just left Un's, straight up And we standing over the stoves, in denim Gibaud's Bought a Dairy Queen in Queens right next to Lowe's IMAX Theaters, Astoria Waldorf Philip Drummer suite, pretty young thing s**ing my balls off Bubble baths, hash, zooted up, eyes closed Silk drawers, fronting in my key lime pie Wall-o's And I still got a half a key indeed, Frank Lucas sh** Hidden in coffins, flying over seas And if you ever try to ruin my night I'm a make sure my best pawn put like three in your kite Shot caller, laying in big laws Rock of Gibraltar, my pinky joint, k**er like Orca Daytime hawk, a nasty street author Me, Rae and Rick, Uzi'd out in the Porsche's Case we gotta Warner bro, like Malcolm-Jamal I'm a Falcon, Seven Mike Vick with the ball Cause I can hut-one, hut-two, disrespect, I hunt you down Ain't a muthaf**in' crew we can't run through [Chorus x2: Raekwon] Yo, Scarface gangstas, criminal n***as up in the trenches Army coats on, playing the benches Getting paper, sly, that's the motto, intelligent goons Inside a hundred thousand dollar whip, follow [Outro:] Army sh**, n***a Camouflage, guerrilla sh**, n***a You know what it is, man Yo, Lex, talk, yeah Where ya man at? Let's go Stay together, my n***a