Raekwon, Ghostface Killah - The Young Black lyrics

Yeah mm hmm, yea yea
Yea (what is it lord?) yo

Shootout in Stechman's
Fire in the city a block away
(One of Rick shots hit Missy)
The reason why he did it, his tank was on E
(Crib got raided and lost) about three
Fifty in gear
(ten in silverware) another sixty
That was married to his neck, arm and ear
Just got divorced
Stephanie left him for a ball player
Took the kids and moved to Georgia
(Should I be as a man-thinker
For every action) There's a re-action
Seeing his case, he started spazzing
Gamma len in my only Clark
Green and yellow God-God
(Size nine Magic, show face
Fucking with stars)
Craig Mack blowout, braided
(You got the new shit son?)
Bet he find a way to out date it
(Timberland mineral was rusted
Man made corruption, taylor made producton)
He had a seed in a Wally jumper
Ronny Bump nephew butt ass
Balled up in a corner in a comforter
Paulette was his main wiz
She guzzled 99 bananas
Squeezing niggas dicks in front of cameras
(Light skin Lil' Kim
Chanel grim) One nigga hitting that
(This the shit that rich niggas dreamt
Rick brother Pazone'll be home
Estimate 30 days
Brolic arm) Fresh out the cage
Do the story seem intriging? When P come home
Will he have all these
Niggas mouths bleeding?

The young black, travel to mix
We open eyes on a disc
Try to resist, reviving the rich
Airbrush money when we walk
Most highly paid Cheeba hawk
Checking how he walk, tell a story lord

Went down like Wednesday
Lounge gave a party at the way
Seen armor truck money, everybody pay
Niggas in the back watching
Everything butter scotch
Kelly ass, bet if they dead it, it's watch
(Moving with the New Hampshire
Niggas) Ride them, catering
(Sleeping with them) sneaky ass wizzes
(Guess who appeared out the
Blue? Stark Drizzling)
Stood Pazone, laying in the
Ac' with two women, how his whip look?
(The shit look dressy) Bend up vest piece
(you know how his vest be)
Lavender bird, two inch beak, parakeet
Name Unique
Who knew the 1 to the 40 in a week
12 o'clock on the diz nock
We went to check the moon out
Vibes I'm getting
I have to clear the room out
Took his hat off, spiral (Used to be my idol)
Thirty inch telephone (Lip to his eyeball)
Playing a Bob mood
Just answer out his pocket real heavy
(Like he bought his rings from Liberace)
Had his parrot with him, Unique
You see these niggas fronting in here?
(Yo P, they pussy, with one gun in here
The music stop)
Bitches drop Shit jumped off by the bathroom
Aiyo, oh shit, that's Sasoon
(P jumped up, grabbed his ratchet
Felt sorry for him
First shot was ill, clapped his parrot)
Blew him off son shoulder
So many feathers had the club coughing
That's when Pazone lost it!
(He wigged out, crying, spit out
He's living like Dead Presidents, real life
He's letting it out)
It was a shotty that murdered pop
Guess who did it? The slick
Young bitches on the stock