Raekwon - Canal Street Lyrics
[Intro: Raekwon]Aiyo, ya'll ready right? (professionals) AightNone of that fronting shit, neithers, nigga, it's broad day (immediatly, nigga)(What the ***** nigga talking bout?) Word up, the store is over there,Nigga, let's go(Have I ever fronted on you nigga? Yo, you grab the three from him,You grab the heatholders)Yeah, we got the big jewelry in the window (you grab the watches, nigga)You seen that shit? You seen that other shit? (You better come out andDo something, nigga)Right, good good, that's me right there, aiyo you, everybody come outAll you gotta do is just come with the bricks, sonI got a big brick in the mutha*****ing little bag, niggaTake that, just smash the shit outBout four-five niggas gon' spit it - [gunshots]Move! Let's go. police, come on son! They right down the block, niggaYa'll got that? You check the train station, one son (Good!)[Raekwon:]All of our fathers is bank robbers, holding techsEighths of heroin, shooting in the stepsIn the 60's, niggas was poor, check the revelationNow we rock six fifties in the snowAK's, AR's, wire jaws, say oursWirecell frames in the rain, Marvin Gaye onGoose bubbles on, stuck in the huddle, trynna transformEvery gram action to a sandstormFly through my block you live, make a ***** stopHave your shit *****ed, yo, niggas might dive on youAll we wear is Filas, Guess, suede fronts, beehivesBally sneakers, big jewels, Levi's[Chorus: Raekwon]Back to slinging every 45 minutesG's fleeing, fiends is in the building OD'ingThe drugs is in the ground, burners on the side of our legsIt's gonna happen so you know we low keyingYeah, can't sell in here, yup, I said itYeah, can't tell in here, they won't credit niggasJust a lifestyle, the holders with the drugs is dreadedJust a typical day to get wiped out[Raekwon:]Broad day jungle, living with the rodentsThe goons'll run through, blow a bag and hunt youAlways flaky, calluses hands my mansCome through the avenue, Swiss cheese patrantsBlood that flood the hall, every head'll dropJump in the Maybach, switch the stationThese rap niggas is wash, hang 'em on the pole, no headPajama top, handcuff with a goshaWe realer than the Spanglers Rep Posse squad that's dangerousTake it back to the Lee's and WranglersTake what we want, explain thisFamous for my kitchen knives, reigns and the fifths are stainlessGun down your trooper, grenade your coupe upPlain and simple niggas is poo-putt***** with my crew, what? Either you shot or you cutReal nigga to real nigga, man, you know how we get down, man[Chorus]
