Raekwon, Ghostface Killah, Rick Ross - Molasses lyrics

Yo, legend man, what’s the prognosis
Great minded?
Ain’t nothin', just swimmin' in life you know
It’s all good and shit man, word up man
So yo, you go around the corner
You got nourishment over there
Waiting for you, man
The other dude, youknowhatimsayin’
Tell U Bar Allah, I said, what’s good
Who was up in the spot last night

Word to the gold Panameras and to
The wood grain in my Lambo
I go the extra mile, my flow scaffolds
Crew cuts, the older niggas, the game rumors
Just the same goons
When niggas catch visions for killing capos
Palestinian armor, golden rocket launcher
My aunt
She copped it for me, bought it in Rwanda
See demon schemin'
Niggas get live in the Beacon
I’m sure to shank shit up like Morgan Freeman
Pussy-getting rapper, rich nigga
One-on-one rents niggas
And incidents, my fingerprints been tore-up
We sell love slingin' like Siemens
The snort-able Beemers
They love callin' niggas names out
You screamin'
Feds try to trap us and plus tap us
Niggas’ll grab us
Throw you in the rassle, yo, clap ups
Catch me at the Stephen King mansion
With four of my Branson niggas
With me, me and Britney, a dancer
Know your shit authentic by the way
Your hat fit on you, with it
I’m like the Blair Witch nigga in the rented
Curtains in the five-seven, chunky and short
Baggin' dope up in the backseat
Your package's walk
Holdin' my girl wedding ring, she Medellin
Name is Beretta King
Live in Alpharetta and she never leave me
Flow freely this is all graffiti
The cloth we cut from
Is straight from a rich nigga, greedy
Yo, Scarface gangstas
Criminal niggas up in the trenches
Army coats on, playing the benches
Getting paper, sly, that’s the motto
Intelligent goons
Inside a hundred thousand dollar whip, follow

It's the Vacheron Don! Su Wu Tang!
Still gritty, leave the pretty to the females
The watch mother pearl with the seashells
Pick of the litter
Have this nigga picking paper up
Twitter thug, I’m the timeline strangler
Get ‘em up, banging dangerous as angel dust
Cuban Linx smokin' stink in the Brink’s trunk
I run with killas who snort powder
Extort cowards
Ankle monitors under garments
So fuck showers
I give a fuck what you talking ’bout
Mob meetings, we them only niggas walking out
Sparkin' purple once a nigga
Done spaghetti slurpin'
Fly away in my new, Scaglietti surfin'

Yo, we in the back roasting marshmallows
Bottles of Krug
The dialogue is the big chain niggas is rude
Law library scholars
Potatoes over the thirty-eights
With bald heads, all live wires
Eleven homes, six trust funds
Came home from doing a dime
We just left Un’s, straight up
And we standing over the stoves
In denim Gibaurds
Brought a Dairy Queen to Queens
Right next to Lowes iMAX Theatres
Astoria Waldorf philip Drummond suite
Pretty young thing suckin' my balls off
Bubble baths, hash, zooted up, eyes closed
Silk drawers
Fronting in my key-lime pie Wallo's
And I still got a half a ki indeed
Frank Lucas shit
Hid it in coffins, flying over seas
And if you ever try to ruin my knight
I’ma make sure my best pawn put
Like three in your kite
Shot caller, laying in big lofts
Rock of Gibraltar, my pinky joint
Killing like Orca
Daytime hawker, a nasty street author
Me, Rae and Rick, uzi’d out in the porches
Case we gotta Warner bro, like Malcolm-Jamal
I’ma Falcon, Seven Mike Vick with the ball
Cause, I can hut-one, hut-two, disrespect
I hunt you down ain’t a muthafuckin' crew we
Can’t run through

Army shit, nigga
Camouflage, gorilla shit, nigga
You know what it is, man yo, Lex, talk, yeah
Where ya man at let’s go
Stay together, my nigga