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Casablanca
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Raekwon
Raekwon
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Corey Woods
Corey Woods
Composer
Basil Polerdouris
Basil Polerdouris
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike "Trauma" D. and Jugrnaut
Mike "Trauma" D. and Jugrnaut
Producer
D'Anthony Johnson
D'Anthony Johnson
Mixing Engineer
Davl "Rambo" Ramsey
Davl "Rambo" Ramsey
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Stop touching the fucking door, man You so fucking paranoid, man (straight up) What's the matter wit' you, man? It's like a nigga could write for hours And get real theatrical with this Understand? Tellin' you kid I got stripes when it comes to this right here Y'all know my repertoire It's dangerous, and the cats I roll with is dangerous And they ain't your regular average cats (Here we go) Ayo, it's all elegance He spoke third power style high intelligence A young man handle the game like Merill Lynch 3 a.m. breathing, leaning in gates I mean creaming Selling these cakes in slabs like Land O'Lakes Fiends beaming, steaming Associated with names and demons All apparant reasons We live here, the gate blew in a year Sorta like time share where crime sport it like I shine yeah Rainbow dough was the M.O., so many flavours, yo Buy your neighbour off, underwater vault Then I met him, Colombian name, Flako Had the whole block locked selling tons in Morocco Wristwatch Vacheron Costantin, nigga dead up Sniff the rawest mist mixed with 7up Had a black wiz, spoke German Higher learning burning Ask Vernon, got a bed set bought a black jet Bitch large percentage on her rich motor lodge Lost her arm, shot with a AK up in the south Paramedics rocked her Said she had connections out Antarctica Barrels of juices from Florida Can't forget live dusthead centerfoldin' Out in Club Med, butt ass layin' like she dead Wise guys fell for her ambiance Pull it together, black renaissance Queen Elizabeth on, crazy swift Cristal murderer Guzzle the shit like she dying kid, showing off her diamond Flashbacks, now it's me and him again, last word I caught "Put your money in, we could have the shit bumpin'" That's Federado music I caught the glimpse from the bitch When she winched yeah, Santa a grinch She blinked, twitched her nose then froze Check your Rolls by the blow It's time to roll nigga, let's go I thought about it, broke the money down What's the total count? And don't count it over in the mix Day going slower, nope not time to motor He estimated over me not being a crook Count it over Yo, only on the strength of my man We ain't hit him with the strong hand Gun him down, leave him out in flatlands He backhand smacked her Threw her on the table, jacked her I broke out in laughter fifteen minutes after Police knocked on the door Looked out the window of my room At you, nigga yeah that's yours He opened up the door this nigga wildin' His bitch is in shock, start smiling and speaking on Valen Yo, wisin' up bitch, this from the rich Immobilize the game, get your name right Envelope came hype, regards from the mayor you hype Fuck right, lets fuck this money up And get large and blow outta sight Wise niggas wake up, dead niggas lose Who you gon' choose, me or him? You a fool Pay attention, fuck around, meet the tension See you in the next dimension Y'all niggas didn't listen Wise niggas wake up, dead niggas lose Who you gon' choose, me or him? You a fool Pay attention, fuck around, meet the tension See you in the next dimension Y'all niggas didn't listen Wise niggas wake up, dead niggas lose You a fool Pay attention, fuck around, meet the tension See you in the next dimension Y'all niggas didn't listen Wise niggas wake up
Writer(s): Corey Woods, Basil Polerdouris Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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