Raekwon, Polite, Ghostface Killah - Missing Watch lyrics

Oh shit! Fuck is my watch at?
Shit what the fuck?
Nah man, nah man, hell nah
These bitches is frontin
The fuck the shit go? Them drug gangstas
Yo son, you got my shit?
(Nah, son, I ain't got ya shit)
Son you ain't got my shit?
(Nah, nigga, I ain't got ya shit)
Yo, son, my shit is gone
(Pah listen, I ain't got ya shit
Lex you sure you ain't leave it in the)

I started buggin out, fell in the zone
Half the bone lit
Passed off, rubbin on my ski hat - oh shit!
My blunt fell, my watch, you seen it?
Gleamin little young fella, he just
Had the stupidest look, weeded
Yo, I'm tired and stressed
Hungry and I'm vexed
And I'm flippin cause these niggas
Wanna play me for test
Shit fell off ya hand Lord? Stop it
I'm eyein niggas in they faces
After that I'm goin at niggas pockets
The watch, faggot yeah
Y'all niggas got my shit
"Yo Lex we family, I helped you cop yo' shit"
Then help me find my shit!
Eye ballin every fake Frankie
Lymon in the joint break out, find my shit!
Yeah, yo now I got robbed, I smell it
Mad bitches walkin' by the
Fella tryin' to crochet, bitch spell it!
Listen trick, be out, bounce
Blew an ounce off of weed in the bitch face
She pulled out two white owls
"Everybody back the fuck up, move!
Chef, you actin' like a loose cannon, Pah
With you and your dudes"
If my shit come up, cool
Matter of fact, clack-clack-clack-clack
Niggas pulled out tools

Yo yo yo yo turn the fuckin' lights off
Pass the illumin' Lord
Tell the DJ turn the fuckin' music off
We got announcements
We want y'all to listen clear
We just lose about mansion in here
And yo eh yo if we don't get
It back it's gon' be a problem
Then my niggas gon' react and
That'll be a problem
Eighty-five thou' gone we got
A fuckin' problem
Ain't nobody leavin' alive until we find 'em

Excuse me, Miss, no I ain't havin' it
I smacked him with the four pound
Bitch hit the ground
Then I stepped off, dry mouth and shit
Equipped with the dipped courdouroy Bailey's
With the cream stitch
Powerhouse biscuit's that blow roofs off
Rae watch is missin', you take ya boots off
And take off those chaaaaaiiiiiiinnnns
The fat fuck thought I was
Playin' so I started sprayin
Chicks hit the floor, bottles broke
The owner slid through beefin'
Duke threw the toast to his throat
We brought the noise like we here to promote
My man don't get his shit in four or
Five minutes yo we're leavin' with the vote
A gangsta's lotto
Thirteen bodies and still climbin
Big shotties, bodied when they sniff body
We did our thing too we got to the Envy lobby
Our last four or five shots we see nobody

Eh yo shit got real that night
Power grabbed him
'Vine smacked him dead in his head
(Oh shit, nigga he got a magnum)
Yo we all holdin', rollin
Grab a nigga, search him if
He front, fuck it, blow him!
Watchin' niggas foldin
The bartender got a shotgun in his hand
Let off, the wheelchair nigga got up and ran
Surround the Don
Full body armor automatically on
The faggots passed off the watch and gone
(yo y'all niggas ain't searchin' shit)
Yo where the big mouth at? Niggas step up
Matter of fact nigga, lie the fuck up
Nigga tried to swing on G's
But he a gentleman
Son, he dropped the dead arm
But failed to see it
Two shot G's pealed his meat
Starts to fade out let's see
Niggas tried to front like my niggas is weak
Corey pulled the truck up, C-4ed this bitch
Blew it the fuck up!
Niggas'll use and niggas'll die
In this mothafucka!