Scram Jones - Chinese Marines lyrics

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Scram Jones - Chinese Marines lyrics

[Raekwon] Chinese marines Jet black Beemers That Aston blue screen I was part of the Teamsters Money hungry, yo meet the blingers Avenue gun holders Blow a n***a open, no demons All my n***a slinging Yeah, perpetual lifestyle, knife style Welcome to the cleaners Heavyweights, you gotta come see us You right, one knee us Welcome to the forest of the leaders All I do is take money, come beat us Invisible lead start flying Lick the head, drop the ninas Left feeling lucky like a genius Play both sides like Serena Found dead in the steamers Real n***as won't talk, real as a roach When the lights out, k**a be Ghost In the new sh**, light blue Pilwig Come through, you know we ain't do it Rocket launcher out the window, you shoot [Havoc] Got k**ers in the Benzes Canine senses Everything covered from the exit to the entrance Dedicated goons understand it's high stakes Life out a n***a 'til his eyes dilate It's a cold world Surely weather with the V bombs and leathers With the fur on the collar We 'bout major dollars See the hoes, they holla When they eat us and swallow Cause we them dime dadas Get them top shoppers Eyes on us, d**h to those that lied on us And love for ever for all my soldiers that cried for us I put my mind on it, relax, get high on it Y'all n***as ain't built, I was designed for it Lame n***as fall back in our presence Bow down to the king, when you see me, nah mean I ain't playing with you Yeah, you gonna take one for the team f**ing dog crying, ever seen a grown man scream [Prodigy] You tacky like head rest TVs Your value drop, you not worth these Bacon strips we gets, you stay broke We stay leaning in new red Rolls Smoke stack lightening, coming out the crack black window That's us getting high, letting things go We getting it, the money don't stop Beef don't cease, the drama gonna pop Soon as we step in the spot, shots on me Line 'em up, k** every single bottle they got The drama gonna pop like the pipe bomb Hyper, the son don't chill, Allah You get burned, try and dap me These hands are made for clapping A round of applause for that dumb a** rap beat, that f** that, take a bath Stay a** damp Lift your head back up And blow brains out