[Intro: Capone]
I just had to say that right there Rae
I just have to say you my nigga, understand?
It don`t get no realer than this, man
Let`s slow the fuck down
You gettin` like a hundred worth for real, man
[Hook 2X: Polite]
Eh yo thug niggas know the code, lock and load
Hit `em in the head, watch a nigga brain explode
Yo from Y.O. to Q.B. they bang this shit
Shaolin boys they bang them fifths
[Intro continues overlapped by Chorus]
Fuckin` cops ain`t paid up nothin`
Yo you know we shoot you down, man
Ice Water Inc., yeah! Territory, nigga
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 nigga 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 2X: Polite w/o Eh yo second time]
Eh yo real niggas get up, live niggas, what up?
We don`t give a fiduck, you faggots`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 motherfuckin` Nigga Wit an Attitude
Heavy gun play, cock back, niggas 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 fuckin` 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 bitches 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 dick
Pump or the Desert E., take your pick
Money too long, the case won`t stick
D-Block niggas fuck with Rae
Nigga 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 fuck, niggas better watch what they say
[Chorus 2X]
[Raekwon]
Body specialist, full cam F50 with vans
A pull up, do it to ya mans, yo scrams
If you take niggas ears, niggas ain`t really queers
Listen, it`s grown men in the town, niggas is their`s
Fluck niggas, I cut niggas, stuck niggas
Come up, pluck niggas, pop niggas in chucks, it`s business
You in this? We non-shoulder style, son, relentless
They four lettered me Chef, nigga 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 niggas 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 2X]
[Break 4X: Raekwon singing]
We gon` ride for our team
My niggas`ll kill you
[Outro: Polite *over break*]
For the team, nigga
My niggas kill you, nigga
Y`all niggas want war? Nigga pop up!
Yeah ride for ya motherfuckin` team, nigga
Death before dishonor, you heard me?
The motherfuckin` Lex Diamond Story
Y`all niggas better wake the fuck up!
Yeah, Ice Water Inc., you heard me?
D-Block, what up?
Pain, time and glory, word, you heard?
Yeah, yeah.. my niggas`ll kill you, nigga!
Bitch-ass niggas!
