歌手:Raekwon
专辑:《The Lex Diamond Story》

作词 : Bratcher, Coward, Harper ...
(feat. Ultra & Ice Water)
[Intro: P.C.]
Don't take it per-son-al.. it's only mu-sic
Holla at me.. yo! Yo!
Ice Water! Yo.. yo.
[P.C.]
Try me, P.C.'ll put a clip in a ******
****** a hole, my bullets'll dig a ditch in a ******
Listen, I've been reppin', only pack big weapons
One shot to the stomach, you missin' ya midsection
I'm off the wall, dog, I could off ya ******
Stick his ass to the rooftop, toss 'em off
Hit the Ave with the rooftop off the porch
I get money cuz it costs to floss, ****** you feelin' me?
And if not then ****** what you gotta deal with me
I've only been here for a minute but haters wanna get rid of me
P.C. creep with at least three heats
And a shotgun stashed underneath the backseats
[Stumic]
******s actin' like you don't feel a draft
You seen ya man? Tell him I'ma kill his ass
And I don't, wanna talk I want a mill in cash
I come through 'tards ************ttin', lookin' ill in the past
Cuz it's the, Ice Water, don't get it confused
And one false move'll cause me to spit at you dudes
It's Stumic, mother****** and I'm pickin' ya food
And ain't no one out you know that my ******s'll do you
Let's spit on 'em, rush these ******s
and crush several ******', will leave a dent out ya liver
Only kid in the hood with a mustard ninja
Heard you broke down good, well I ****** ya sister
[Chorus 2X: Stumic]
Eh yo we Wyld in Da Club, style in the club
This is for my ******s gettin' down in the club
At the bar throwin' down rounds in the club
Talk slick and get the four pound in ya mug
[Break: Polite singing]
Yo I keep my gun on me, what the ****** y'all want from me?
Y'all touch my property somebody gon' die, uh-huh
This ain't no joke, it's for real
My ******s they totin' they steel
All it takes a phone call and they ready to ride
Get ready to die
[Polite]
Eh yo the cards are dealt, the words are spoken
******, welcome to the Hell, the gates is open (uh-huh)
Gatekeeper, first degree murder through the speaker
Who deep enough to flow with the reaper?
Stuck in the middle, I spit a little riddle
Leavin' ******s crippled, my ******s ball 'em like Kerry Kittles
You ******s makin' it hard, it's really kinda simple
If a ****** gotta pull it out I'm puttin' it in ya temple
[Ultra]
Official I do this, rude maneuver
I use the Rugers to keep the bullets movin' through ya
Weak anatomy, ****** the small talk and flattery
Ya power is weak, to beef you need much more batteries
Keep it genetic, or dead it, Ice Water Inc. we said it
Whoever so-called did it or said it, promote it and spread it
Fake it or front it, get ambushed and confronted
With slugs in ya head, back, chest and stomach
******s don't want it or ask for it, so we give it to 'em
Dead in the club and let them things spit and rip through 'em dead in the club
Is you gon' ****** around and be the ****** dead in the club?
(Yeah? Uh-huh..)
[Chorus 2X]
[Raekwon]
Egyptian look, gazelles on, L's lit, this how it's goin' down
Ski mask, Chanel ************t, move like a terrorist click
Nineteen eighties babies, worldwide, ya girl on our ************
All you know is Rae look good, he hood
Envision the flips, I make money like them ******s who take money
Fresh out the can, Duran look, Astro van
The ill Castro, rap Son of Sam
More Rugers, more bow and arrows
Still no losers, forty five dollars ahead
Go at ******s shootin' lyrical leads
Stop absorbin, break ************t, knock that gay ************t out ya head
[Chorus 2X]