歌手:Raekwon
专辑:《Only Built For Cuban Linx 2》

作曲 : Phillips, Woods
Then who will beat him?
I don't know, you know
I can't reveal that sort of thing to you
Well I haven't got my money yet
Head splash, caught him... (eight million stories or something)
Eight million stories, *******
Word up, from the hard streets of
NorfolkMother****** to
New York, all over the world, *******
We win, all day everyday, ******* (Son is missing right now, man)
Ya ************-ass *******, watch what happens (Get on it man, for real)
Check the ************t, yo, aiyo, aiyo...
They found his head splashed, caught him by the side of the building
He had a mask on, four-five why did you kill him?
It was supposed to happen, clicked the ************t back
Yo, this is the deal, you get on the floor and lay in the grass
Had me handcuffed, take two puffs of the kush
I see you out here, your name's real, can't let you get touched
He had a team,
Japanese fiend, all of them greened down
Chiba lit, blood on his
Adidas was thick
One second homey, walked over, weapon was boney
Long nose joint, "Hold him", grabbed the ******* head, broke his
RoleyWhere the blow shorty?
Shorty start smiling, "Y'all *******z is puss"
Yo, Lex, these *******z, ain't vets, they gush
Chunk of meat flew off his cheek bone, broke a seat
Had a hole in his '
Lo ************rt and took all his ************
Untied him, he fell, legs weak and son wouldn't tell
Now it gets deep, son start falling asleep
They woke him back up, smacked him with the
Mac, "Where ya slut? "
I heard you copped a new
Beemer and them glasses is rough
They was the
Furla joints, eighteen karets, bought 'em right in
BrazilHe had the steal on '
I'm, *******z went savage, they had him spread out
T position, opened his jeans up
Shot him in the leg bone, he rose up like
Kung TutStill riffing, this why for real my *******z'll still get it
All of us yelling, he
I'll with it
Mouth bloody, muddy
Gucci joints on, them ************ts was nine hundred
Couldn't wait to kill him, his sons wanted it
Champion hoody was gone, they broke his neck in like five places
Pushed him down the rail and it skipped his face
Yo, chill, *******, chill
Police, police, the bullhorn...(Aiyo, son, *******z better start flu************ng the ******* toilet, man)
They just ******* killed this *******, my *******(Better stop leaving ya dirty ******* Fila hoodies around, man)
Hit this ******* in the back of his ******* head
You, man? (Yo, man, the ******* whole ******* head desintegrated, *******)(There's a hundred police outside)
Listen, B, aiyo...
They running through the building, man(Y'all *******z gotta shut the ******* up, man)(Then you wonder why *******z be getting busted?Man, y'all *******z is yelling, manWe in the back cooking, B, come on, manWhat the *******? Langston, go to the storeI'm stilling waiting for the baking soda)