N.O.R.E., Styles P, Raekwon - Google That lyrics

Shifty, low down, gritty, and grimy
Like Fredro - fuck it, I get the bread though
I'll take the nine and buck
It up at your head, though
I'll run your jewels
You do it because I said so
Ride around the hood with niggas
That let the lead go i would never rat
Told my lawyers to tell the Feds so
Word to the bullpen sandwich and the bedroll
Like Starks in the Game of Thrones
Let my head roll real nigga, nigga real
Team full of shooters
Willing to pull the trigger still
If they see you ain't got it
They'll take it from you
If they feel like you pussy
They'll be waiting for you
I ain't pussy, go 'head and wait
You the dickhead that the
Bullet's gon' penetrate
Dead nigga, dumb nigga
Fuck you up, kill the shit, noose
Redrum nigga

I really drink Tiger Balm
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And I shot niggas too (you could Google that)
See, I smoke big (you could Google that)
You heard of me a little bit?
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Fuck niggas (you could Google that)
Nigga, fuck the other side
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Fuck niggas (you could Google that)
Nigga, fuck the other side
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I'm from the era of the stick house
Where niggas used to cook bricks at
The chick house after you re-up
Dominicans, Washington Heights
They had me up
Dimelo weather so cold, it's like three below
My kicks stay fresh like a brand-new baby ass
I found a Chinese chick with a crazy ass
I call her "Suck-Me-Off" - all she
Did was suck me off
All she want was won tons, soup
And some butter-soft
Leather she told me that she
Googled my name up
Shootings, robberies, and big coke came up
See, I'm an accurate shooter
Through your medula you could get your ruler
Bought a missile the size of Zab Judah
I smoke weed, no other shit
The widow's getting high off some other shit
You could keep that, respect to you
Get out of line
Put the heater to your neck to you

We get more money than Google
Y'all niggas is doo doo
Throw the Mac in your mouth
And butt-fuck your boo boo
Yeah, pause, little pussy, I'm the cable man
Flow direct, your ho I wreck
Horse dick stable man
Black Trump, nigga, with fat pockets
Crooked like Jesse Jackson in
A black watching
Broke niggas with rich whores
Run off in the Hamptons
Sawed-off and get yours
Homies rock the freshest since AJ Lester's
Cooling on Orchard, buying shoes and vest-es
Why pretending who in it? Yo, we winning
Y'all sent it i post in the Ghost
The German Lugers is spitting
Pocket full, rock the wool
Chevys'll stop the bull
Raising the gauge, ramming his cocky wolves
Lefrac, Yonkers, and Staten wolves
Niggas take massive pulls
So now we blast and them bastards move