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Raekwon
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Pa-Blow Escablow
作詞:Carl Cicchetti, Donald Claps, G. Fleming, Corey Todd Woods
[Incomprehensible] Hug your right hand, jumped off the plane, kissed the white man A steady act, curly hair, chubby, fly mustache nigga Money was long and plush hat, shit cost nine thousand Picture me up in the housing, serving much crack
Cat look at me, I'm real, lobbin' on the field For real, I shot niggas, shakin' their hands I'm ill, damn, one of those business man's I just seen 'em murk a nigga, but he jerked him at the same time That's fam (Oh shit)
Hug your right hand, jumped off the plane, kissed the white man A steady act, curly hair, chubby, fly mustache nigga Money was long and plush hat, shit cost nine thousand Picture me up in the housing, serving much crack
Cat look at me, I'm real, lobbin' on the field For real, I shot niggas, shakin' their hands I'm ill, damn, one of those business man's I just seen 'em murk a nigga, but he jerked him at the same time That's fam
One of those Columbian's who got money One of those niggas might try to get up on me Yo, damn, I need to eat and I'm a man I'm a stand up, nigga, I'mma handle when I'm makin' my plan
Pop, I'll take two hundred bricks, hit me One helicopter had the super bungalow with the van All ill technology to watch if I ran, he only gave me Woody gave sixty eight other black mans
Now, if Pa-Blow would've kept it gangsta None of this shit would've never happened
Now the DEA was on his ass Slick saucony's on, big homey takin' a blast or somethin' Handsome big niggas around him Surroundin' him with big glasses on, drinkin' on lances, fam
Most them niggas fastin' 'Cuz when he fed niggas after that, pussy and grass Had made backs, eight labs, his date was miss Massachusetts, cap eatin' fruit, tongue in his ass
You can't fuck with the cartel, you barked at it Jabbed her and shot her in the back, I can't stand the bird Word to furs, I need big wiz He looked at me, 'Huh, exactly, chef go after big bitches'
Frozen burner henchman, flash the great lookin' nine on me Rhinestones, no, them shits is dime stones Hold a million dollar pound, bust something, don't trust nothin' I'm in shock, starin' it down
Now, here's where this shit gets crazy
The killas increase, he fell, but maybe a little bit The Mediene Cartel would fail, Diego his horse, with George Young Yo, will argue over large sales, hittin' Cuba with lumps, yeah Call them niggas drug barons
Eighty billion workers sniff, gettin' lift ownin' Miami Yo, flips got bigger, makin' more trails Set it out of nowhere when coppin' a jail, I'm eatin' fresh veal Pa-Blow, the largest nigga involved
The arsenal will have sixty three hundred murders Livin' in apartments, wild he violated flight a Bianca Took two hundred niggas down but two men houndin' him The fuckin' cockroaches posin' the on six million dollars sofa
We're eatin' enchilada, goat cheese pasta Yeah we was drippin' it with more salsa And then they rushed in, found him on the roof Dead in his boxers, but it wasn't him
Story to be continued, mothafucka
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