Spit Flames

[Intro: Raekwon]

Drink to this nigga

Yo, what's your record company lord? (Gladiators)

Keep it straight.. straight up

Game time

[movie samples]

"I don't know what you doin' out there on the street"

"I'm gonna kick your ass!"

[Raekwon]

Wallabee encounters, yo we from New York we never bounce son

We carry cage ways, straight up and don't get down son

Supposed to have blow out and pound son

Ten rastas had masses, fly Nikes, splashes and Porsche glasses

Singles leather opponent, straight from the street baby

Polo jacket, baseball hat matchin' lookin' froze, dumb, unusual

I'm lyin', face the music boo, pendelum loops and swoops

Shells ain't nuttin' to conceal ya fool

I'm young but mostly swift from blunted

Think like chess, drink, note languages blessed

I'm from and era where niggas'll get caught for leathers

Shots are hollerin', hung knees up supportin' the weather

Who the xxxx gots mines? Bringin' like Duran with Ross

Bet all y'all niggas are dyin' in cars

Fuckin' with me? It's like luxury

Flow like water in and out of doors, dare a nigga xxxx wit' me

[Chorus x2: Polite doing reggae]

Eh, nah test this boy, spit fire

He got a sound like lightnin' and thunder

Eh, nah test this boy, spit fire

Honey bad sound boy test he get murdered

[Raekwon]

Yo, beat Gods, +Sneakers+ look decent and he hard

Feel my giants, sway down, big pieces on yo

The bringers I flooded with more dough

Feel my effect, Lex get busy, wheel his own check now blow

Mountains get bagged, I'd rather count and just grag

Slap on crabs, Jags in the snow

Feelin' leather Khuzis and Uzis

Movies that bein' produced like rubees

One of the illest gaters salute me yo

Drive borrowed connects

Bought out Manhatten wit' cheques

Man I miss you, bank's next

Finger paintin' low like one of the Saints

Jim down, all white minks lookin' like 10 thou'

Staten Island Gotti, gats, we ain't leavin' without it

Take this here, you need cops, you ain't 'bout to stay in there

Get popped and the violence in rare

I can take care of yours, you take care of there's

[Hook: Polite]

Word is out, other rappers usin' their clout

Your hands ain't dipped no more, you just pissin' me off

From a jurisdiction where niggas come up missin' rides, get housed right

Niggas even battle for bitches

And their game is to get yours, ride through the zors

You sure? Suggest you're wise to se what time it is Lord

The plane ain't the same, the game kinda weakened your name

What you better do is +Spit Flames+

Chorus x2

[Polite doing reggae]

We spit fire, yeah it's on and nah testin' up the wrist

Me nah have to touch in my wrist, son me have to push to waste

And all the boy spit fire, me lick a shot to retire

So them can not move no further

I spit fire, then me call Ghostface Killah

Tell him that me just start to murder

Me spit fire, then me call Raekwon the Chef

Tell the boy run for the lawyer

Don't test this fire

[Hook]

[Outro: Raekwon]

"The first thing what we gotta do man

is know what we gonna do with this +CREAM+ when we get it

I'm not tryna just be.. sitting on motherfuckin' 200 thou'

and actin' like I'm just gonna be a.. a drug dealer all my life son

I got bigger and better plans yo" -> Raekwon from "Striving for Perfection"

Take that to the bank nigga