Last Trip To Scotland (feat. Lloyd Banks)

[Intro: Raekwon]

Yo

What up man

What's good

Gimme the joint man

Yea, nigga hold this money right here

We already got it knocked out ya know

Don't stress it

We good

"Niggaz got mad coke inside a Luvs... Luvs Pamper box nigga"

Ya niggaz is stupid

[Raekwon:]

That nigga pussy doin pig Latin

He can't come to the hood

Might kill him off top up in the Staten

Son think he better than niggaz

I think his rebels is resentful

Tried to kill him in his rental

He had an Idi Amin approach

Hittin the roach, had a hunger face

He drove his mom's 7 in the ocean

He's a wild cowboy slangin' heron

Who rock a dead arm

Knock a DEA agent out his Chevron

All of his Eli's machette'd up stainless

[Sample]

Never heard nothing, all you hear is the guns bangin'

Rockin' pastel blazers with a shorty from Iceland

Who old dad put 'em up on white sand

Starving to make a wack debut he came through the lobby

Three culture Devilles with him, a whitey

This pathetic, braggin' monkey face faggot deaded

Comin' through the stairs with blow in his mouth, desperate

Watchin' him lookin' stupid, son know we on foot patrol

Come through the hole, niggaz is swoopin'

700 shots, all leather gloves, 6 thugs

Two had a mask on, they took 'em off what

We got you now nigga knowin' you down

Niggaz is foul, this is trauma king, by any means baow

They pushed his face in, fell out his Saconies

Snatched his homeys, took his Glock

You gonna be my Tenderonies?

[Lloyd Banks:]

Metal exchanges, the hoods a gun range

Everybody's a target, depending on how you aim

Dice games and ice chains, pennants spellin' your name

OG's settin' the wrong example, tellin' the same

Look at Shorty Shit Stain, grew up to be a fuckin' mess

Before his clique came

He banged and never tucked his chest

Project full of them thangs he caught the gun connect

Ridin' round with A and Lou, Nino when they want respect

Son cold, Nino want to show

Everybody know they straight shippin' hood bitches to the bungalow

Pillow talking led to birds talking

Chattin' bout what happened and when and where they comin' back in

Champagne slackin' traffickin' while they travel

Word got back at old time friends and snakes rattled

Two different 'burbans but the one that dropped the birds got tailed

Information for the ones who light the steel got mill.

Pussy power made the plans sour

Apartment full of party powder outside a stakeout for hours

Click clacks from big gats and rags

Soon as the door squeaks they runnin' up on the grass

BANG FLASH shots right on path, broken glass

Comedy of laughs while they haul ass with the bags

Legends in my hood play back

Twin Benz's whippin' in black

And that was like the old Maybach