Big Willie

[Raekwon]

Flowers in the attic, drugs on me, thugs gettin' bummy

Let's pop, surround the block, lookin' lovely

Extra nines leanin' on me, women who barely know me

Swarm me, faggots try to front row me

Aiyo, I'm from the soul bluntly, we in them H2's coolin'

One, you tried to kill a kid? Bring your country

Son's nice with rifle's, wife fools, white dudes

Jumpin' out, fed jackets, dare you to buckle

A glow like Willie Bostic, I do the night work job, yeah

Rappers front clappin', this is our 'Jects

Who taught ya'll niggas? It was the kid with the tarantula

Tented up, extortin' ya'll muscle

Crabs in a bucket, rap, xxxx it, yo, go get your hand gun

I'd rather shoot your xxx in public

You ain't an Air Force boss, you a hoister

Frontin' like me on your poster, now ya'll niggas fuckin' with my one's

We need to battle for cattle, acts, boats, arts and crafts

Scaffolds, thumb rings, dig in cap you

Fuckin' with Staten Island's heartless

Son of all flames, got God frames, catch me with the Starks kid

The authentic Ghost, we on the golf coarse with rented boats

Eagles on, fiestin' with bigger goats

Come take in blood, dare any thug to re-up

What, we gon' keep it on the hush

[Chorus 2X: Polite]

Aiyo, God sent us a jewel, he in the form a Diamond

Son shinin', so they named him Lex

Yo, come on, watch the God build

He at the top of his game, it's Allah's will, you get your squad killed

[Raekwon]

Yo, dove in the water like bait, the ocean was dark

The moonlight, swimmin' to the bottom to get to the sink

We on, niggas, and we comin', boy, talk with your gun

Me, I'm ready, and I'm ready to cake, yeah

Flawless, more powerful horses, the kid flow nauseous

Everybody gettin' weed and we all fought this

Armor tank style, movin' in ranks

Hundred that'll rock for me, still kid, you over your minks

Bitch, skiin' in Alaska, half the man, half Casper

Runnin' with wolves, the bulls look nastier

Silencer a piece, it's meat lister, kill you on Easter

Ya'll gon' get it, wait til we get creased up

Nuthin' but rapid fire, livewires, brand new tires

Burn 'em up, they respectin' your street, cousin

We gon' bring it to every label, pay attention, ya'll

Cuban is back, now put that on the glass table

[Chorus 2X]