Raekwon - Broken Safety Lyrics
(feat. Jadakiss & Styles P)[kung fu sample:][sounds of fighting]Heh, do you know any other styles?I am very grateful!Are you ready?I'm ready...[Jadakiss:]Uh, down on 40 Deuce, when I was a shorty dukeThat's when I first got the Naughty gooseNow I come through in a sported coupeI know what you better do, stop talking bout what you outta doMy crack spot is still portableFunerals are still affordable, I'm better than all of youI'm in the hood scraping 'em, Jadakiss, Rae and 'emYa'll lame niggas, come uptown, spend a day with 'emBigger ones, bootleg liquor runs, blow something, niggaLet the Earth smoke hit your lung, get your gunsThe economy is down, so you already knowIt's gon' be a lot of homi's in the townThat's why I'm still bringing the seed backThe sneakers that I can't pronounce, that cost a G stackNiggas in the yard, got this on repeat, black***** saving hip hop, we bringing the streets back, what?[Raekwon:]Player spit snipping, different color wallies onBliffen had to take 'em off, they *****ed up the soles, flipped itI'm forever zooted, crushed up glass, I'm just flashing through itNine times out of ten, suede down at the JumerMaybach bloomers, playing rumors, card sharkGetting cash money, take a loan, hit this tunerWe onion head niggas, the gun goonersPut us together, he run sea, I run land, with one rugerStop playing, you know we run rap, you know we done thatStop fronting, son, put the gun backWe came with the containers, besides having the flamersMy Mexican mans is famousRunning through the streets, the bulldogConehead hoodies on, eighteen five for footballsMaxed like I'm under a good wall, good GGood recipe, good status, a hood broad[Styles P:]I used to move brown rectanglesRoll you a blunt, then smoke you with death's angelChrome trey pound is making your neck dangleBlue trey eight is leaving your chest mangledIt's math but the gun could kill you at all anglesLeave the toast home, I'm leaving you all strangledLouis loafers on the Jaguar, gas peddlesYou got the cops with you, you ain't even half ghetto(Not even half) We neither here nor thereBut if, you was over here, you would of been got aired(Been got aired) Like a pair of white Nike's on a summer dayPointing the gun away, I could kill you niggas a hundred waysMine's in a place that yours ain't, so I'm wearing war paintFor the day that I see the Lord saintBlowing the purple haze, playing The Purple Tape***** with Chef or the Ghost, get left with a purple face[kung fu sample:]Too bad, your courage will be the death of you[sounds of fighting]
