Shakey
Dog
Yeah, what's the deal?
What's the deal y'all?
I need y'all niggaz to
buckle up one time
Fasten your seatbelts,
I'm a take y'all on some real shit
This Theodore shit, y'all
niggaz know what time it is and shit
Y'nah mean? It's real
motherfuckin' shit, you know
Yo, making moves back
and forth uptown
60 dollars plus toll
is the cab fee
Wintertime bubble goose,
goose, clouds of smoke
Music blastin' and the
Arab V blunted
Whip smelling like fish
from 125th
Throwin' ketchup on my
fries, hitting baseball spliffs
Back seat with my leg
all stiff
Push the fuckin' seat
up, tartar sauce on my S Dot kicks
Rocks is lit while I'm
poppin' the clips
I'm ready for war, got
to call the Cuban guys
Got the Montana pulled
in front of the store
Made my usual gun check,
safety off, come on Frank
The moment is here, take
your fuckin' hood off and tell the driver to stay put
Fuck them niggaz on the
block they shook, most of them won't look
They frontin', they no
crooks and fuck up they own juks
Look out for Jackson
5-0 cause they on foot
Straight ahead is the
doorway, see that lady that lady with the shopping cart
She keep a shottie cocked
in the hallway
Damn she look pretty
old Ghost, she work for Kevin, she 'bout seventy seven
She paid her dues when
she smoked his brother in law at his bosses' wedding
Flew to Venezuela quickly
when the big fed stepped in
3 o'clock, watch the
kids, third floor, last door
You look paranoid that's
why I can't juks with you
Why? Why you behind me
leery?
Shakey Dog stutterin',
when you got the bigger cooker on you
You is a crazy motherfucker,
small Hoodie dude
Hilarious move, you on
some Curly, Moe, Larry shit
Straight parry shit,
Krispy Kreme, cocaine, dead bodies, jail time you gon' carry it
Matter of fact, all the
cash, I'm a carry it
Stash it in jelly and
break it down at the Marriott
This is the spot, yo
son your burner cocked?
These fuckin' maricons
on the couch watchin' Sanford and Son
Passin' they rum, fried
plantains and rice
Big round onions on a
T-bone steak, my stomach growling yo I want some
Hold on, somebody's comin',
get behind me, knocked at the door
Act like you stickin'
me up, put the joint to my face
Push me in quickly when
the bitch open up
Remember you don't me,
blast him if he reach for his gun
Yo who goes there? Tony,
Tony one second homie
No matter rain, sleet
or snow you know you suppose to phone me
Off came the latch, Frank
pushed me into the door
The door flew open, dude
had his mouth open
Frozen, stood still with
his heat bulgin'
Told him Freeze! lay
the fuck down and enjoy the moment
Frank snatched his gat,
slapped him, axed him
Where's the cash, coke
and the crack? Get the smoke and you fast
His wife stood up speakin'
in Spanish, big tittie bitch holdin' the cannon
Ran in the kitchen, threw
a shot, then kicking the four fifth
Broke a bone in her wrist
and she dropped the heat
Give up the coke! But
the bitch wouldn't listen
I'm on the floor like
holy shit! Watchin my man Frank get busy
He zoned out, finished
off my man's wiz
He let the pitbull out,
big head Bruno with the little shark's teeth chargin'
Foamin' out the mouth,
I'm scared
Frank screamin', blowin'
shots in the air
Missin' his target, off
the Frigidare, it grazed my ear
Killed that bullshit
pit, ran to the bathroom butt first
Frank put two holes in
the doorman's Sassoon
The coke's in the vacuum,
got to the bathroom, faced his bad moves
The big one had the centipede
stab wound
Frank shot the skinny
dude, laid him out
The bigger dude popped
Frankie boy, played him out
To be continued...
R.A.G.U.
feat. Raekwon
[Intro]
Holllllllld it!
Now you get out of here,
I'm warning you
(You bastards can't push
us around - wanna fight?)
I'll take you on
[Raekwon]
That nigga's twisted
Stop playin with that
clip man
Close them fuckin blinds
too man, y'knahmsayin?
Yo Don my man, get out
of the stove man
Get away from the stove
nigga
Stop playin man, the
fuck is you talkin 'bout?
I'm in the crib watchin
Larry King Live, the new Guccis on
Refridgerator, smokin
some kush, this nigga's a lighter
Swisher, becomin a roach,
go get the glass ashtray
Pour the glass of Crut,
tap the bottle then toast
Barrie took a sip for
the cause, yeah my son
Soon to be 3, tried to
fill his bottle then run
Then I got a collect
call, heard niggaz down the block is fightin
Some nigga got, knifed
up brawlin
Heard the kid was 19,
Lil' Infinity too
His father worked up
at the dealer he loved boo
They tried him for his
Louis', son wasn't havin it though
Yeah, yeah my nigga,
the color of glue
Decided on a intervene,
guess who tried to wild on me my nigga
This is like out of the
blue
I'm in the Range stretch,
jumped out, tucked the chain
Proceded to talk to him,
then you heard the heavy face slap
Think I broke my wrist,
now I'm at the hospital vexed
Fucked up my writing
hand, that's my check
Now I wanna kill this
lil' nigga true
Only thing that stop
my gun flamin cause he related to you
[Ghostface]
Who? He ain't related
to me
Just that I knew him
for like 18 years until he violated, stealin my gear
If my lil' homey, yo
he eat anything for me
Send him uptown, he get
bagged, yo he never call me
Come home and still blow
cats for me
Pump crack, stabbin all
them hoodrat shorties
A live gunslinger well
known, born to dance
When the heat is on,
Stapleton days, shoot hisself in the groin
The gun went off, it
looked like a flick
When he fell to the floor,
holdin his nuts, screamin "God damnit
Shit I put one in my
balls, what the fuck y'all lookin at me for?
Call the police, do somethin
Motherfuckers standin
around, watch when I get better
All hell's gonna be terror
Death to you, you," he
pointed at Red
I said chill that's fam
duke
He put real work in that
make you cute, fuck that
But anyway son indeed,
he stole two Polo rugbies
Swore to his dead mother,
I couldn't take it
Yo Lord I knocked out
his teeth
Now he's rockin those
false joints like everything's peace
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Kilo
[Ghostface Killah]
(Yo, Oh, Yo Rae... I
can't feel my face
My heart pounding and
shit (audible heart)
Paranoid as a motherfucker
right now, who the fuck?
Close the blinds and
shit! Who that? Captain Kirk?
The stark...enterprise,
enterprise I was on and some shit?
..I need some pussy though
I'm ready for a catwoman or something
f-fuck it, lets go!
Aiyyo shareefa go to the
store for me. I need some razors and a fresh box
of baggies, the ones
with the tint in them!
Aiyyo son turn that water
down a little bit, just a little bit..Thank You
I need two waters, a
dutch, and a cranberry Snapple)
[Chorus]
All around the world
today, the Kilo is the measure
(Whoever got the kilos
got the candy, man!)
A kilo is a thousand
grams, its easy to remember
(You never catch the
kid going hand to hand!)
All around the world
today, the Kilo is the measure
(Once you got the funds
you got the panties, man!)
A Kilo is a thousand
grams, its easy to remember
(Throughout the I 9 to
5 I'm the Handyman)
[Ghostface Killah]
Bricks, Tar caps, powder,
cooked up crack
Phones is tapped over
franklin's stacks
Kingpins put in bullpens,
old connects get paro'
Break out of town when
the Jakes take down the Pharoah
Reason, He was moving
that peruvian white
blowing coolies into
hoopties , slamming cuties and ice
big heavy pots over hot
stoves
Mayonnaise jars of water
with rocks in them got my whole projects out of order
A Kilo is a thousand
grams
Beige, gold, brown, dirty,
fluffy, tan, extract oil cut from cuban plants
The chemist is brolic,
pyrex scholars
Professors at war over
raw, killing partners for a million dollars
[Chorus]
[Raekwon the Chef]
Yeah
Aiyyo peace to those
cooking that raw, powder white
Get your sniff on, scarface
niggaz, we getting right
some call it bricks,
some call it birds
how many niggaz get they
lives tooken playing with shit, then catch a curb
You would go to jail
get caught with this,
niggaz'll grow to fail
Stop playing, pot slaying,
baking soda and scales
They lived like brothers,
word life, connects discovered
most niggaz get hard,
from fucking with them pipes and hustlers
Kilos is one thousand
grams
You know your ammo better
be heavy 'cause soon kids is coming in camo
Protect your land daddy,
I'm an announcer
you get caught with an
ounce and its over
matter 'fact they takin
you down, son
[Chorus]
[Ghostface Killah]
Some say a drug dealers
destiny is reachin the ki'
I'd rather be the man
behind the door, supplying the streets
A hundred birds go out,
looking like textbooks
when they wrapped and
stuffed
four days later straight
cash, two million bucks
strictly powder, no cut
your coke is vialed in,
whats up?
Y'all beefin over little
shit, we sniff, the balance split up
In a plane or a penthouse,
office or a warehouse
Tony's got it nice, we
never heard of any big droughts
A Kilo is a thousand
grams
A pile of sand is equivilant,
to the eye
It's nice to have a thousand
fans
Coke buyers, some be
liars
therefore, you check
for wires
dedicated dealers, during
holidays we give 'em lighters
[Raekwon the Chef]
Red tops, blue tops,
green tops, yellow tops
Purple tops, beige tops,
white tops, grey tops
Black tops, clear tops,
gold tops, pink tops
Silver tops, tan tops,
aqua tops, orange tops
Salt tops, long tops,
short tops, 12 12's
58 58's, weed bags, ziplocks
Big rocks, coke spots,
big glocks, one OT's
Crumbs chopped, hot pots,
one plate, crack Spot
[Chorus]
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