Raekwon, Skam2?, ILL BILL - Thousands to M's lyrics

Yo, send all the workers up to five b man
You know what time it is man
Niggas did good this week man
Let's celebrate

Bottles of crew, bagging in the living room
High noon couple rachets, snares
The razors and earmuffs
Walkie joints chirping
Niggas downstairs in the lobby converting
There's something next to live
Wires and goons
All in the sets hundreds to thousands
Thousands to ms
Then tackle up the rims store
Go and buy timbs
Hit the Popeyes, cops got eyes
We breezing through with nothing but fives
Puffing herb, we gon let the sun rise
They don't know niggas is slinging
What's the lingering? Niggas ain't fiends
$400 jeans, cooling like it's England
Rather see me role in a hole
Rocking state jeans and sneakers
Square sandwhich, juices and peaches
Not right now, dick
This is our valve, we get down, dick
None of that clown shit
We built it from a thou
See straight watchers
My niggas sleep, all of my unique poppers
Legends from the eighties came home
We got 'em eating poppers
Take money, eating steaks, being rude
Feeding snakes this is what get us all
The planes and the eights
This is my land like Thailand, why?
Cuz I control it and I own it
But some say it's FBI land

Now just gimme that, don't make me take that
The minute I'm finished with it
I go straight back
Re up and reload, keep up my workload
Homeboy this block is mine cuz I say so
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Violation of the RICO Statute to cash rules
Cocaine is a hell of a drug
The fortune of intelligent thugs
We the ones that they write movies about
Beautiful pounds
Got the best doobies in town
Shoot it the fuck out, wash money
Wash the blood off of Benjamin's face
Defenders of the faith, measure the weight
Forever by it'self
Reaping pleasure from pain
We the best in the game
Hit you in the chest and the brain
I move weight homie and expand like Scarface
Leave you hanging from the
Chopper like Omar Suarez
Ill Bill, suicidal live ayatollah
Keeps it liver than al-Qaeda soldiers
Die in the name of Allah Jehovah
Porno awards, the blowjobs never stop
Freak bitches won't stop
Sniffin' till their nose pop
Nose candy enthusiast
Bitches able to swallow an
Entire one liter bottle, abuser shit
We super gangsta
Accurately cruising for bangers
Ya'll in the womb rappers
Happily remove you with hangers
We move like a federation of terror
Put you under the dirt
Cus ain't no room in this equation for error