DJ Kay Slay, Raekwon, Ghostface Killah, Tragedy Khadafi, Sheek Louch - Extravagant lyrics

Ayo, DJ Kay Slay, the drama king
A little motivation for all you
Little losers out there
You know how I go down let's go

The cocaine crew, extravagant lifestyle
Take your life from you, blow you right now
It's lights out yo! Listen, my man
You came across the wrong clique
Them niggas got big bread and they lit
(D-Block)

Yeah! One gun and then I got two (Facts)
Started with weed and turned
Into the cocaine crew see, back then
There really wasn't much to do
But get money and bitches and
See who fucked who
Alright, residue on down my fingernail
The big homie checking in
Like he's Stringer Bell
Straight cash when I'm done
I ain't here to sell
Sixteen but I can tell you
Hbaow the bodies smell
Dirty! Couple New York and
Couple from the South
My nigga from New York spit
That razor out his mouth
My nigga from the South put
That chopper out the couch
I seen him get hit from
The back end like housing

The cocaine crew, extravagant lifestyle
Take your life from you, blow you right now
It's lights out yo! Listen, my man
You came across the wrong clique
Them niggas got big bread and they lit

Yeah! Mechanical slugs for animal thugs
Shells spit forward lateral flying
With no love
Implement murders unique burners we carry
Concealed weapons we lit
When we lay in the sermons we on that Namath
Star back, Bradshaw shit
Maybach, tons of fish scale
And that more shit if you're short
Your mic can get away with the bars
I crack snack like peanut
Brittle it ain't soft
Shanks and greens with bangers reign supreme
Up in Auburn the cocaine
Crew's the hype regime you a regular nigga
You ain't tight with kings
Heavy beef on the street
You want to lighten things

The cocaine crew, extravagant lifestyle
Take your life from you, blow you right now
It's lights out yo! Listen, my man
You came across the wrong clique
Them niggas got big bread and they lit

Yeah! Almeida, off top, the dark Caesar
My hitters run down on your aura
I kick my feet up
You bought checks, shit ain't valid
Ain't letting none of that
Your Master Splinter's a small rat
Off top, QB, genocider for ward blocks
Light work, stacking ripraps
Sweet as a cough drop
Lama on the grind moving these Bitcoins
Cartel regime, my killer fiends
They want to join it
Less talk, hands in your pocket, alright
Stop preaching say less, deep fried beef
Now niggas turn vegan
Overdose me, more or less the feds know us
Parasites try to dim niggas' lights
Poison the culture

The cocaine crew, extravagant lifestyle
Take your life from you, blow you right now
It's lights out yo! Listen, my man
You came across the wrong plate
Them niggas got big bread and they lit