Raekwon, Busta Rhymes - Crane Style lyrics

Redskin leather, Indian sex
Pair of fresh Mocs on
Lighting lear on my flesh
Let my arm roll, fresh off the honor roll
Platinum bottles of Krug
All my niggas do what I got 'em for
Extra flashy grind
Hit 'em with a crisp rhyme
Lines is nothing, blunt out, fuck him
All we know is jewelry and I mashed that
Everybody excited
To see whatever bling on, smash that
Clever, more like a fox and ox together
Two stainless Glocks, rocks and a feather
Yeah, I'm from the lead era, shoot at
Anything that move, and move out America
And all we ever want is needed, seen it
Like a young Fillipino in
Kuwait getting treated
Heavy horror armor, spike a bitch like her
Half a pound of good weed
Then float through Gowanus brilliant master
Sixteenth chapel in the Apple
Flooded up, Woolrich wackos
Park Hillians getting hillions
That means millions
All on feet like Nigerian

Shallah, I got 'em
Heatseeking missile spit, don't even
Try to hide, nigga
Sizzle through your skin bars
Call me cyanide, bitch
Try me if you want, homey
Violation's a no no
I am the health hazard, skull & bone
Poisonous logo
Unleash the dragon, massacre the scene
I'm spitting, burn a hole
Through the speaker
And start melting the street up
Somebody please call the fire department
And I'm a strong believer
Ya'll know that I ain't the one to start with
Cuz once the fuse is lit and we
Strike a match and the spark smell
My face bleed and we nam them up like ox tail
Ya'll see what's happening
Ya'll know what the truth is
Somebody please ask Shallah Rae why
He making me do this
Cuz once I finish dudes
It's unfortunate for them yappers
Throw them in the trash
They ain't no recyling bin for rappers
I microphone control
It's the current dominant factor
The records been bodied, I
Personally request the pastor, gone