Pop Shit - Raekwon

Keep everything on Blaze always

Nigga this only nineteen thousand

(yo check this shit out)

I want my thousand dollars now

I dont give a fuck

I went up in the club

And like a thousand niggas

A thousand chicks

Was doing the James Brown

Get the fuck out of here

Im like oh shit

You lying, you lying

Shit was real son

Stop lying man

Cream Team walked in We started doing it Wild man

Feel me?

So what happened, let me on Aiyyo, aiyyo

E-lec-tric slide on them niggaz

Drive by on them niggaz

Show’em that killas is live and fly figures

Fruit-flavored Nikes

Now im in a six hundred white piece

Send half my love out to wif-e

Fillin out tax reports

Lookin live up in Guess shorts

Bitches show love and support

Table teaspoons

Fake goons with balloons shit it out

Make room

How them niggas ate strait tunes yo Horror flick scriptures

Godfather flicks

Superfriends equal foul niggas

Bar miss you’ll flip yo Aim the nozzle

With the head brace the bottle

Get your dang licked

Six thousand square feet

Paid shit

Stretch Auroras in Florida

Kilo’s comin out of water

Watch me slaughter

Take your daughter over yo Space shit

Boat across your shit

Cargo shit

Well Fargo got Renaldos shit

Reclining chair

Drunk billionaire

Willie like a bear

The whole block suck cock on a leap year

No remorse

Heavy plaque red and white

Eddie Bauer jaws

Bout the bitch smack five out of yours

Pens bleeding

Got my shit soft

Figure like Ike Frost

Icy chain

Cop and hangin on a horse

Lames laws

Got your name crossed

You cannot claim boss

Unless he kiss braid hair

That aint yours

Fly statistics lystics

Slang optimistic

Two bats a tie and a biscuit

Kissed it Mmm-aa

Diamond on the wrist kid

Misfit

Bought it like a ten dollar outfit

Pop Shit get your house lit

Strait up The route mouse shit

Get your style shit

I announced it Slang lordy yo Staring at my man Gordy Laury

The bitch bought’em on She’ll reward me Flossed it, cost it, tossed it The same Main Source shit

You at the «BBQ"eatin horse dick

Sneak up link up Nigga tie your sneaker

You wink what

Speed it up Caught you in that beated-up truck it was luck

Fuck page your uncle thirty bucks

Ran in your shit

Blew you with your hands in your nuts

Louis

Thats the same crew as those

Milliwakee brewers

Rocking Wu shoes with Kaoluas

Time for lotti

Bald Gotti here

Dont make me throw shots trough your body

Everybody out of here

Thats my word

God through Shakespeare 'ere

Take me there

Get your fastened

And take clear

Its so real we might face years

Cuddled up in HDM’s

Chill baby on and a nigga here

You start screamin and your scared

And shorty came on last year

And lapped danced my man for a wack pair

ill I smell it in your hair

My faculties remained clear

Pussy in a refrigerator back here

Damn watch your mouth

Hear it on the air

Like a grand prize

Freak nigga that taps shit