[Intro]
Yo

[Verse]
Saturday night, Uptown
Ridin' past Kansas Fried Chicken, what's poppin', kid? We in the mix
It's chilly, forty below, gate's closed
Gotta catch Dr. J's, blowin' my hand, rub on my nose
Tap the glass, stop frontin', duke, fresh pair of jeans
Look, I got loot, eleven in the Bass boots
Heard a screech pull up, these Jakes flashed me five pictures
One had my man's mug, Semi stepped brother hugs
You asked the wrong guy, son, I'm from Melina
Yeah, we know, Mr. Coles, flew in two days ago to see your fam'
But we been watchin' you, crazily, the whole Staten Island shittin' on you
Wisdom bird's pregnant out in Baisley
Hold up, snow in your ear, fresh bald, he tried to change up
Not trunk today, still lookin' fly, still slammed up, huh
You mind poppin' your trunk? Slow your pace
Starks, fix your face, topped out the 6, five years probat'
You dealin' with a lot of science, motherfucker, we're watchin' you
Make me wanna lick shots at you
You disgust me, screwin' me down, grab my gun
Go 'head bust me, heard you hate Jake, that's what it must be
Hands behind your back, spread your legs
Just found a roach in your tray
It's not mine fucker, what I said
You met the thirteenth n***a
A multimillion dollar operation is based upon it, yo
Where in the Hell's the RZA?
He's sellin' mics, wildest joints
Special made to go up in your hand and which went out on point
Switched to the next scene, I'm at the crib buggin' out
On how po' live, hatin' plus harassin' the kid
Park the truck in the double face garage
Dial 1-900-Raekwon, tell the God shit's mega
Reel flashin' me on BET, Planet Groove, Rap City News
NAACP committees
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