Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Raekwon
Raekwon
Performer
Sean Price
Sean Price
Performer
Cormega
Cormega
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Andrew Kelley
Andrew Kelley
Producer
Fizzy Womack
Fizzy Womack
Producer
Noah Rubin
Noah Rubin
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Chef, let's do it
[Verse 2]
Criminal kingpins, gangstas and cheap friends
Actors, vixens, **** put your kicks in
Blood money when we hawking
Awkward gun that go around curves bullets
Braze **** with coffin yo
Watch how to rhyme with hammers
I got two mens that don't speak English
Shootin' game's bananas
Down in Spain, my bangles clusty
Checkin' my swings
Trillions on, yo, cuffing my jeans
Broad day, yo, body another
My microphone is like blow 'caine
One pull the trees you love us, yo
So, killers, be cool, pimps read rules
When a grown man is rapping
It's hill street blues
Striving **** with one side
Don't go against totally rent shit
**** baby gon' die
Yeah, bank robbers armored up
Gear like the boys in heat
DeNiro told one solj' to keep quiet
[Verse 3]
Ay' yo word to mother
Y'all **** better won yo' selfs son, word
[Verse 4]
When Pun was packin' a MAC in back of the Acura
I was dealing in them buildings
It wasn't no cameras to witness
Savages snitching was hazardous now it isn't
Shit is embarrassing fuck a flow
This is a lyrical aquaduct
Sink or swim from what I'm hearing
You bagging up
Light like the MC I'm paper thin
You trippin' I'm takin' trips
Your eyes don't lie take a glimpse
Into my life you see me blazing clips
With the green to make it rich
With a team that will scrape the Knicks
And a V that's crazy quick
I came to wear my Yankee fitted
Represent for greatness
It's lyrical elevation causing mental stimulation
If I'm gettin' to deep I'll give you a
Minute to take it in
My jewels radiant like a view of the Caymans
And thinking you seein' me
Who you playing with?
Core mega raw forever
Fell back pause fell off never
[Verse 5]
Pooh, Shaolin what up
[Verse 6]
Ay yo' listen giraffe neck ****
I blast TECs
Alejandro came through with the Mexican Aztecs
Rap smack **** on a whole different aspect
Homey owe me dough
That's how we fucked up his last check
Three train Saratoga train stop ****
Been metro part with the plan
Make major figues
Foul flagrant two shots give me the ball back
You got shot get off my ball sack
You not hot give me a call back
**** is all wack
Super duper stupid get drugs and I fall back
Per ain't a problem that the guard can't handle
I set off first blood, Sean John Rambo
Woo, as you can see I'm focused
Boot camp for life, fuck the GI Joe shit
Boot camp is the Army better yet the Navy
Marine Air Force Ones, ****
Them shit's crazy
Don't play me
Written by: COREY WOODS, LEE BORHAM
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