T.H.U.G. Angelz - Under the Wing lyrics

[Hell Razah] She got Manolo toes with coke on her nose You know them high cla** hoes, the Marilyn Monroe's I spit 'Da Vinci Code' the dead street scroll n***as starting with beef leaving in peace mode Until it's knock-knock Glock up in their peek hole I'm in the black turban with by half Germans Y'all cli*oris rap k**ers even your gat's is virgin I Human Torch it, my New York hat burning I think about a thousand degrees at light speed And show you how to teach your seeds the right trees And not how to bag up coke and likely 'Cause anything that fall off now is just leaves to me And from a sacrifice, now would you bleed for me? I put your body on ice for acting Walt Disney So walk with me in the flesh like corpse as Kristy The more 'crisy you drink you getting more b**hy He went from Frank Nitti son to being Lionel Richie I fill my suitcase up with nothing but tampons These n***as waiting for Jay to diss Cam'Ron Gimme a sixteen bar without a firearm And I'ma drop that j**el to turn Zion on I'm broadcasted worldwide on Viacom You don't wanna shake hands with the lion's claw You don't even got a clue what you dying for? But when you do ask God who I'm riding for The Hebrew port knocking on Heaven's door The 144 co*king them .44s I'm original, you? I'm not sure it's yours A&R's who pa** is mopping up the floors What you bringing to this hip-hop game? It's just better for the target when I pick my aim T.H.U.G. Angelz the game, we don't f** with lames Young Hannibal of Spain, I don't trip off fame Heard you had it on smash but it's all gon' change (Chorus) Razah Never did a long stretch, names still ring bells in the bing Put you under the wing (Chorus) Bazz Never did a long stretch, names still ring bells in the bing Bazz and Rubiez put juvi's under the wing [Shabazz the Disciple] That Red Hook life we need to dying or adapt to n***as got clapped over the size of their capsules Many were born to their families wearing shackles We had our gats on our lap at the chapel n***as will run up in and a few will clap you And use your wife to a trap and kidnap you She led them to the stash where they rushed the castle Got you indicted under that kingpin's statue [Shabazz the Disciple] Brick layers building the treasures, city golden harvest These memories are what develops platinum and golden artist Some hood n***as turn exect. when they were on to us Flipping with that over-act, the money launderers f** you expect from a n***a living check-to-check? From Red Hook Projects where the billionaires intellect Had to accustom to the status we accumulated I don't trust 'em, they trying to get at us, even your womb related Dudes will send you to the tombs if they a**ume you made it Avoid the Tuesday and Thursday brooms, hotel rooms are raided And presidential terrace's with the better views War for revenues made the channel 4 seven news From the block to the cell block - we cali-bangers And if you co*king on pop-pop - the halo and wing We pull squeal then we bail hop - where cases linger And all the hood we salute the cops with middle fingers My T.H.U.G. nation on parole or probation 'Quip the ice, pick a right, triple life facing Up in the yard quick to send dope for commissary Behind bars 'cause of snitches met as promissory When crime starts you be pitching coke and ganja berries Them dime jobs got you sh**ting, broke in solitary Behind them wires with the desire to ball Still continuing the criminal empire behind the wall (Chorus) Razah (Chorus) Bazz