Raekwon - Treasurers lyrics
[Raekwon - Treasurers lyrics]
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 muthafucking Ali of the game
Bitch
When I sat back and crafted Cuban
It was a classic
When you told me you had giant beef
We brought the hatchet what it is niggas
Gangstas that live in the grizz'
Play the kitchen, coke bagging
This the life that we is
What it is, daddy, slow heart stepping
Plus repping
Blinging necking, our fucking regime
Protect it
That's right faggots, turning into actresses
Niggas is soft, wack, and broke
What packages?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, call it how I see it
This is all metamorphic
Awkard, walk with the four-fifth
This is all crack money, cli-clack
Move back homey
You will get a quick slap, we rap
Not now money what up, what up, peace
Incarcerated scarfaces
Stay on the end, with dip dodge
Play the yard chasing
Paper, this is like everyday street caper
Me flying offa ya face, yo, you can eat later
We the treasurers of getting cake
Big jewelry swinging
Wth the long chains on, my nigga
You know we heavyweights
Feds latch on us, we catch amnesias
We rich, stay clean, looking
Rocking dark caesers
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
You should fucking
Fucked up New York Yankee hats on fronting
Niggas know Cuban Linx when
They hear it nigga
Huh i'm the muthafucking Ali of the game
Bitch
When I sat back and crafted Cuban
It was a classic
When you told me you had giant beef
We brought the hatchet what it is niggas
Gangstas that live in the grizz'
Play the kitchen, coke bagging
This the life that we is
What it is, daddy, slow heart stepping
Plus repping
Blinging necking, our fucking regime
Protect it
That's right faggots, turning into actresses
Niggas is soft, wack, and broke
What packages?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, call it how I see it
This is all metamorphic
Awkard, walk with the four-fifth
This is all crack money, cli-clack
Move back homey
You will get a quick slap, we rap
Not now money what up, what up, peace
Incarcerated scarfaces
Stay on the end, with dip dodge
Play the yard chasing
Paper, this is like everyday street caper
Me flying offa ya face, yo, you can eat later
We the treasurers of getting cake
Big jewelry swinging
Wth the long chains on, my nigga
You know we heavyweights
Feds latch on us, we catch amnesias
We rich, stay clean, looking
Rocking dark caesers
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