(feat. Capone, Polite, Sheek Louch) [Intro: Capone]
I just had to say that right there
Rae I just have to say you my *******, understand?
It don't get no realer than this, man
Let's slow the ******* down
You gettin' like a hundred worth for real, man [Hook x2: Polite]
Eh yo thug *******s know the code, lock and load
Hit 'em in the head, watch a ******* brain explode
Yo from Y.
O. to Q.B. they bang this ************t
Shaolin boys they bang them fifths [Intro continues overlapped by Chorus]
******' cops ain't paid up nothin'
Yo you know we shoot you down, man
Ice Water
Inc., yeah!
Territory, *******
Millitainment,
Y.O Yeah, yeah
Yeah yeah eh yo [Capone]
Eh yo late night, candle light, fiend with a crackpipe
It's only right, feelin' higher than an airplane, right?
I'm tryin' to get this money, right?
So I move cautiously
You more frauds, you see?
I'ma live bossy
Way out on
Fantasy Island with
Mr. Roth,
B I gotta play the ghetto, everyday the hood endorse me (Q.B.)
I'm destined for triple, left hand crook and the right hand fury
Will block the shots, that's simple,
I dented a tomb for style
A toast to the death of my foes, respect violence, the criminal codes
Hammer smack a ******* out his five senses
Leave him dumb, deaf and blind,
I ride on rinses
Interest so tight, strobe lights follow my grace
Bang bullets by the gates, might hollow ya face
Me and Chef smark massive murder, kill 'em!
I scramble anywhere in
Shaolin, right in
Castalano buildin' [Chorus x2: Polite w/o "Eh yo" second time]
Eh yo real *******s get up, live *******s, what up?
We don't give a fiduck, you *******s'll get hit up
Q.B., what up?
Y.O., what up?
Shaolin get up or get yo' ass hit up! [Sheek Louch]
Eh yo I'm a mother******'
******* Wit an
Attitude Heavy gun play, ******* back, *******s is screwed
Stomach wounds make it hard for you to swallow ya food
Throwin' Purple
Tape off for me to get in the mood
Sheek Louch, who ******' wit' that kid?
I'm sick in the head, they need to make a throwback straight jacket
White tee on, a light
G. on These ******* you wife and the
God try pee on
I don't care if it's a gram or brick
I'ma make it sell, get off my ************
Pump or the
Desert E., take your pick
Money too long, the case won't stick
D-Block *******s ******* with
Rae ******* act hard and get hit up in the middle of day
Tough guys and all that but
I know that you pay
And I don't give a *******, *******s better watch what they say [Chorus x2] [Raekwon]
Body specialist, full cam
F50 with vans
A pull up, do it to ya mans, yo scrams
If you take *******s ears, *******s ain't really queers
Listen, it's grown men in the town, *******s is their's
Fluck *******s,
I cut *******s, stuck *******s
Come up, pluck *******s, pop *******s in chucks, it's business
You in this?
We non-shoulder style, son, relentless
They four lettered me
Chef, ******* get down
Drop you, piss on you, get this, it's official on you
Yo twist the clips hits, this was on you
I'm just a business head ridin' with visual
Don't force me to put out ya head
One for the money, two for the crime round up
Peep it, all major *******s holdin' they ground, get up
Let's form an army millenia,
Ice Water!
From Q.B. to
Y.O. with
Shaolin, I'm feelin' you [Chorus x2] [Break x4: Raekwon singing]
We gon' ride for our team
My *******s'll kill you [Outro over break: Polite]
For the team, *******
My *******s kill you, *******
Y'all *******s want war?
******* pop up!
Yeah ride for ya mother******' team, *******
Death before dishonor, you heard me?
The mother******'
Lex Diamond
Story Y'all *******s better wake the ******* up!
Yeah, Ice
Water Inc., you heard me?
D-Block, what up?
Pain, time and glory, word, you heard?
Yeah, yeah.. my *******s'll kill you, *******!
************-ass *******s!