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feat. Ghostface Killah, Polite Homepageerstellung Leichlingen [Intro: Raekwon (Polite)] Oh shit! Fuck is my watch at? Shit... what the fuck? Nah man, nah man, hell nah These bitches is frontin The fuck the shit go? Them drug gangstas. Yo son, you got my shit? (Nah, son, I ain't got ya shit) Folienbeschriftung Online Son you ain't got my shit? (Nah, nigga, I ain't got ya shit) Yo, son, my shit is gone (Pah listen, I ain't got ya shit Lex you sure you ain't leave it in the..)
[Raekwon] I started buggin out, fell in the zone, half the bone lit Passed off, rubbin on my ski hat - oh shit! Visitenkarten herstellen My blunt fell, my watch, you seen it? Gleamin little young fella, he just had the stupidest look, weeded Yo, I'm tired and stressed, hungry and I'm vexed And I'm flippin cause these niggaz wanna play me for test Shit fell off ya hand Lord? Stop it, I'm eyein niggaz in they faces After that I'm goin at niggaz pockets The watch, faggot yeah, y'all niggaz got my shit "Yo Lex we family, I helped you cop yo' shit" Then help me find my shit! golf andratx Eye-ballin every fake Frankie Lymon in the joint Break out, find my shit! Yeah, yo now I got robbed, I smell it Mad bitches walkin' by the fella tryin' to crochet, bitch spell it! Listen trick, be out, bounce Blew an ounce off of weed in the bitch face, she pulled out two white owls "Everybody back the fuck up, move! Chef, you actin' like a loose cannon, Pah, with you and your dudes" If my shit come up, cool Desktop Motive Matter of fact, clack-clack-clack-clack, niggas pulled out tools
[Chorus: Polite] Yo yo yo yo turn the fuckin' lights off Pass the illumin' Lord, tell the DJ turn the fuckin' music off We got announcements, we want y'all to listen clear We just lose about mansion in here And yo eh yo if we don't get it back it's gon' be a problem Then my niggas gon' react and that'll be a problem bergbahn kitzbühel Eighty-five thou' gone we got a fuckin' problem Ain't nobody leavin' alive until we find 'em
[Ghostface Killah] Excuse me, Miss, no I ain't havin' it I smacked him with the four pound, bitch hit the ground Then I stepped off, dropped out the shit Equipped with the dipped courdouroy Bailey's with the cream stitch Powerhouse biscuits that blow roofs off werbeblog Rae watch is missin', you take ya boots off And take off those chaaaaaiiiiiiinnnns The fat fuck thought I was playin' so I started sprayin Chicks hit the floor, bottles broke The owner slid through beefin', duke threw the toast to his throat We brought the noise like we here to promote My man don't get his shit in four or five minutes yo we're leavin' with the vote A gangsta's lotto, thirteen bodies and still climbin kein stuss Big shotties, bodied when they sniff body We did our thing too we got to the Envy lobby Our last four or five shots we see nobody
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[Polite] Eh yo shit got real that night Power grabbed him, 'Vine smacked him dead in his head Dortmund Haus (Oh shit, nigga he got a magnum!) Yo we all holdin', rollin Grab a nigga, search him if he front, fuck it, blow him! Watchin' niggas foldin The bartender got a shotgun in his hand Let off, the wheelchair nigga got him and ran Surround the Don, full body armor automatically on The faggots passed off the watch and gone (yo y'all niggas ain't searchin' shit!) Yo where the big mouth at? Niggas step up Matter of fact nigga, lie the fuck up Nigga tried to swing on G's but he a gentleman Son, he dropped the dead arm but failed to see it Two shot G's pealed his meat {*starts to fade out*} Let's see, niggas tried to front like my niggas is weak Corey pulled the truck up, C-4ed this bitch, blew it the fuck up! Niggas'll use and niggas'll die in this mothafucka! {*explosion*}
