Q-Unique, Raekwon - Cup of Tea lyrics
[Q-Unique, Raekwon - Cup of Tea lyrics]
Millionare stance vansens? on, handsome dons
Hittin Branson, calm them niggas down
Yo my favorite rock record was Queen
Another One Bites The Dust, we spray around
Live niggas get hit
The abulance come and take your shoes off
We got him in the bed, he's a clown
While my record sales is wildin
Niggas up the block bitin my style
Vito Corleone of Staten Island
Manhattens mine
Shoot, we got the 2006 sky blue nines
And got dimes
Go ask em, whatchu wanna do for your plates?
Then blast em, take a picture
Of em and stash em, wait
Another thought came to me
The Cuban Link album
You should be in Malibu, straight
Sat back blowin Corolas lookin real
Hood, real hood, real hood, one
Gary got robbed from a Jew
Man with his playboys
Them same boys, July 4th
Popped shots and made noise
Jay got set up by some
Chick for his white goose
While? mixed crack and weed
Said it gave him a life boost
Betty was my first fuck
Lenny said he had the worst luck
Got bagged with lots of weight
Swervin in the Hertz truck
Columbian jackets and JanSport book bags
Golden age rap era
When the South Bronx looked bad
I just signed a record deal
And I was homeless
These New York City streets make it
So easy to find opponents
Cats wanted my sheepkin fame and
Tried to shank me
Back when Phil Rizzuto was callin
Games for the Yankees
Back when dealers was just as
Famous as the rappers
And C delores Tucker used to
Blame us for disasters
I'm here to bridge the gap for
Ya'll between then and now
And finally figured out that when I write
My pen is power
Hittin Branson, calm them niggas down
Yo my favorite rock record was Queen
Another One Bites The Dust, we spray around
Live niggas get hit
The abulance come and take your shoes off
We got him in the bed, he's a clown
While my record sales is wildin
Niggas up the block bitin my style
Vito Corleone of Staten Island
Manhattens mine
Shoot, we got the 2006 sky blue nines
And got dimes
Go ask em, whatchu wanna do for your plates?
Then blast em, take a picture
Of em and stash em, wait
Another thought came to me
The Cuban Link album
You should be in Malibu, straight
Sat back blowin Corolas lookin real
Hood, real hood, real hood, one
Gary got robbed from a Jew
Man with his playboys
Them same boys, July 4th
Popped shots and made noise
Jay got set up by some
Chick for his white goose
While? mixed crack and weed
Said it gave him a life boost
Betty was my first fuck
Lenny said he had the worst luck
Got bagged with lots of weight
Swervin in the Hertz truck
Columbian jackets and JanSport book bags
Golden age rap era
When the South Bronx looked bad
I just signed a record deal
And I was homeless
These New York City streets make it
So easy to find opponents
Cats wanted my sheepkin fame and
Tried to shank me
Back when Phil Rizzuto was callin
Games for the Yankees
Back when dealers was just as
Famous as the rappers
And C delores Tucker used to
Blame us for disasters
I'm here to bridge the gap for
Ya'll between then and now
And finally figured out that when I write
My pen is power