Icewater, Hands, Raekwon, Pimp C - Knuckle Up lyrics

We slang kilos, eighths to them shorties
Bring G loads
A paper to the hood, we got you
Cop three of those
And get your hustle right
Whether you a trapper or a gun clapper
Make sure your weapon is hype
We got all kinds of shooters, sprayers
Pitchers
Nigga who hit playa, catch you in ya gators
Haters that love rockin nigga for bread
Lead fly hit in you back of your
Head, he gettin dough, all that's dead now
Yo, no more hallucinatin
We just used to hatin
Go 'head and violate, we murder clicks
Who you takin?
Not none of us! You know my gun'll bust
And every town state
Niggas pull they guns for us
And peel somethin up, and kill somethin up
We "Go Hard" like Tennessee boys, hit 'em up
We get it every day and
It's like a matinee and
We on the block hard, Allah said "Rae
You made it" it's time to take it over
It ain't a safe promoter out there
Give me my change or get thrown in the Rover

It's Donnie, I get lots of bread
Though as far as that block
I got it locked, like a rasta's dreads
And I will infra-beem dot ya head
Put a couple of shots
Inside your top, tryna stop my spread
Fuck cops, I just watch for feds
Cause, I know they be hatin on how I'm cakin
Want me boxed or dead
I move with birds by the flock, instead - DC
I keep whoopin, keep cookin
'til the pots is red
Keep pushin, I don't stop at reds
Fuck a red light
It's red light specials, when I pop that lead
I can even make a boxer beg
Catch ya pops in bed
Pop his legs, while you watch him beg
The name's Donnie, I was mobster bred
So you know I'm a don
Plus I was born with that shottas edge
I keep that chopper filled with copperheads
I bust a couple of shots
It'll leave a couple coppers dead
And you can run a couple blocks ahead
And won't get away
Unless you wore some shit today
That blocks ya head

Huh, step up yo' game, you off the square
(square) you can't be a pimp just
Cause you got long hair (hair)
'Lacs don't make macks
AK's don't make killas
Scary niggas shoot first, if you a G
It's a curse (curse)
+Last of a Dying Breed+ like Brad JORDAN
Pimp C, bitch! Words nuts and my foreign
If I say it in the streets
I'll say it to ya face
Knock ya whole muthafucka off, take my case
Never give up my connects, never hit PC
I'm a young fuckin HOG! Bitch
+The Game Belong to Me+
Dick ain't free, fuck a promo show
You ain't got fifty thousand cash, bitch
Fuck the radio! (beyatch)
Fuck BET and fuck, Diana Ross
Shut the fuck up
Old bitch! Slim THUG is the BOSS (BOSS)
J prince the Godfather, DJ Screw is the King
Bought my dick, a Cadillac, got'cho
Advance in my pinky rang, bEEEEE-YATCH!
(In my pinky rang, BEEEEE-YATCH!)
BEEEEE-YATCH!sweet Jones, BEE-YATCH!
Hol' up, motherfucker!
Motherfucker, smoke sum'hin, BEE-YATCH!
Trademark, knahmtalkinbout?