RZA - The W lyrics
[RZA - The W lyrics]
We pop, we brawl
Gettin' money til the day we fall
We pop, we brawl
Gettin' money til the day we fall
Double barrel shotgun, pop son
I told nigga, just not run
I saw him on 205th in Fordham
This dog was frozen
So my high heat thawed him
I blown ya, you need a blood donor
My bitch ghetto, like Florida and Laronia
Laundry mat hoes, who bought clothes?
I flow checks, one followed by six o's
(six o's)
I got hoes, in codes, in different areas
Four ton whips that's sittin' on interiors
The bass shake in the
Club like it's earthquakin'
I cock arm, pass the bomb, like Troy Aikman
Play the face
But like Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson
You miserable
You get kidnapped by Kathy Bason
Thrown to the dungeon, for your spongin'
Of Wu Killa Bee
What's your total malfunction?
Come on, let's cut the crap, money
I've been gettin' this rap money
Crack money, stack money
I'm tryin' to get that Shaq money
That Mike Tyson, Michael Jordan
Michael Jack' money
Five hundred mill' and better, dog, yeah
Now that's money
Act funny, ya'll make me laugh (haha)
Frontin' like you tough
You softer than a baby's ass
These lazy ass, lazy - fuck you! Pay me cash
My crazy path will motor me
Into a Mercedes class
We pop, we brawl
Get money til the day we fall
My Glock, my fall
Those shots through your bedroom door
From the P's, to the morgue
Cop Louie all the way to my drawers
We pop, we brawl
Get money til the way we fall
All ya'll can see is the back of my jersey
Blowin' in the wind, goin' back to Jersey
Off to Brooklyn, left you back in Jersey
I was doin' a buck 90 like a throwback jersey
Shame on a nigga, take it back to Dirty
Run, game on a nigga, I'll be back in thirty
Seconds, got the world's greatest reckon
And that money I'mma spend it
Like your greatest record
This Division, all the ladies respect it
Disrespect it and the eighty'll check it
It ain't hard to see how
Ya'll ignorin' the steel
Niggas that I clap, lookin' for me still
Til they look like they came
Out of George Foreman grill
Thoughts are stolen on Free
Must be on them crills plus my
Team gon' be holdin' like forty mill'
Thoughts are rollin' on E
Must be on those pills
Gettin' money til the day we fall
We pop, we brawl
Gettin' money til the day we fall
Double barrel shotgun, pop son
I told nigga, just not run
I saw him on 205th in Fordham
This dog was frozen
So my high heat thawed him
I blown ya, you need a blood donor
My bitch ghetto, like Florida and Laronia
Laundry mat hoes, who bought clothes?
I flow checks, one followed by six o's
(six o's)
I got hoes, in codes, in different areas
Four ton whips that's sittin' on interiors
The bass shake in the
Club like it's earthquakin'
I cock arm, pass the bomb, like Troy Aikman
Play the face
But like Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson
You miserable
You get kidnapped by Kathy Bason
Thrown to the dungeon, for your spongin'
Of Wu Killa Bee
What's your total malfunction?
Come on, let's cut the crap, money
I've been gettin' this rap money
Crack money, stack money
I'm tryin' to get that Shaq money
That Mike Tyson, Michael Jordan
Michael Jack' money
Five hundred mill' and better, dog, yeah
Now that's money
Act funny, ya'll make me laugh (haha)
Frontin' like you tough
You softer than a baby's ass
These lazy ass, lazy - fuck you! Pay me cash
My crazy path will motor me
Into a Mercedes class
We pop, we brawl
Get money til the day we fall
My Glock, my fall
Those shots through your bedroom door
From the P's, to the morgue
Cop Louie all the way to my drawers
We pop, we brawl
Get money til the way we fall
All ya'll can see is the back of my jersey
Blowin' in the wind, goin' back to Jersey
Off to Brooklyn, left you back in Jersey
I was doin' a buck 90 like a throwback jersey
Shame on a nigga, take it back to Dirty
Run, game on a nigga, I'll be back in thirty
Seconds, got the world's greatest reckon
And that money I'mma spend it
Like your greatest record
This Division, all the ladies respect it
Disrespect it and the eighty'll check it
It ain't hard to see how
Ya'll ignorin' the steel
Niggas that I clap, lookin' for me still
Til they look like they came
Out of George Foreman grill
Thoughts are stolen on Free
Must be on them crills plus my
Team gon' be holdin' like forty mill'
Thoughts are rollin' on E
Must be on those pills