Raekwon - Rover Sport lyrics

All that heroin out there, nigga
I can't tell, nigga, what's up
I can't tell you nothing no more

Pull up the Range sport
Blow in the back of the trunk
Color sickening, bitches is blunt
Snitches get plucked and popped
Cut and chopped, and yo
We generate hoods and hide this gwop
For all the blocks we invading
We be caking & strip naked
I know you wasn't selling by the building
I feel the hating
Dust blunts with heroin, servin up Steak'ems
Shot him by the building, yo
And spit on his laces
Rich niggas'll rise, more eyes, yo, Busta
What up? Chilling like we at the 25's out
Night time is vibe, pies get thrown to guys
You fuck up this money, bones is fried
I'ma stay fly, getting paper
Sit on a ten acre kitchen
Bout the size of the Ritz at Penn Station
Yup
Rich niggas we spot you, stay genuine, cousin
Do your numbers, fam, regardless, yo
We got you

Ha ha haha ahhhh, do it nigga, there
You should fucking
Fucked up New York Yankee hats on fronting
Niggas know Cuban Linx when
They hear it nigga
Huh i'm the motherfucking Ali of the game
Bitch

Nigga Chef back, wood back
He in the good Ac'
What's hood, me in your hood
We got the good crack
Don't violate me, I hate
I'm like Star and Buc
In the morning, I'm mourning
Wild on the fake, yo
Stay dropping bracelets
Cases of Cryst' and Cru'
Don't even move duke, take off your shoes
We hardbody action packed, keep a baboon
The jewels is back, with strappers on
Come take it
Shoebox with nothing but hash, alotta old ass
Wallies is off the meat rack, splash
Nigga, Diamond down, moving like China Town
Me and forty-five mad real niggas
We light clowns up now