Baggin' Crack

[Raekwon]

Chopping like a lumberjack, up in the gate

One plate, a rock on the table, moving that flake, yeah

Fiends start hitting my shit, paranoid

He got the convoy all up in his crib, one nigga sick, fuck it

Let's get this money, got the razor, clack it in my jean jacket

A little scale, some baggies and a mean ratchet

Now I start bagging away, fiends is coming, yo

Took off my shirt, murked that-a-way

How many you want, like seventeen, shit's is golden, daddy

Play your part little soldier, better beaming

Now we start blazing the place, coke all on my skin

Eyes is burning, now I"m wiping my face

This shit's good, right? Best in the town

My little Dominican man and them, blessed me

Big prices, let me wrestle them down

Keys is like twenty a joint, for you, give me fourteen

Flood 'em with dimes, and give your niggas joints

Suge Knight the building, take the town over, then I woke up…

It's blood on my left thumb, I bagged over

Now I start start casing the crib, bassing

(Yo, yo) Eighty a gram, kicked off the PlayStation

Now the whole lab is mine, first niggas was lying

Mad hundreds start rolling in line

Yo, the shit's love, shakes in a dimensional caps

You want sick love, buy like one invincible pack

You get this stuff, you gon' see residuals back

You just a dig-dug, you can't even hit me with facts

I just bugged on 'em, played the rug on 'em

Two for nine, you my nigga, got love for 'em

We hit it in the process, ahh yes, and this is destined

Flashback to his culture, he Mexican

You all that, slick politician with your raw rap

You can sell from anywhere to jail, nigga, fall back

You be stashing shit all in the mailboxes, all that

You just as real as the niggas on the call back

[Outro: Raekwon]

Yo, son, relax, man, we got a lot of G to choose, son

For real, man, here go four more, man, word up, man

Go wash your hands, man, word up, man

Go pour me some juice or something

Word up, man, come see me though, for real, for real

Yellowback in rap in here, muthafucking…