Raekwon - Molasses Lyrics
(feat. Rick Ross & Ghostface Killah)[Intro: Raekwon]Yo, legend, what's good, legend, what's going on?(Yo, we gotta do the intro over and all that, right?) Ice H2O(Ight, keep all that, keep all that) Keep our palace, niggaYeah, word up, yeah, yeah, yeah, turn me up, sonYo, Ross, what up, my nigga? (Murderous shit) Aiyo, aiyo[Verse 1: Raekwon]Word to the gold panamaras, and to the wood grain in my laboI go the extra mile, my flow scaffoldsCrew cuts, the older niggas, the same rumors, just the same goonsWhen niggas catch visions of killing caposPalestinian armor, golden rocket launcher, my auntShe copped it from me, bought it in RwandaSee demons scheming, niggas get live in the BeaconI'm 'shaw' to 'shank' shit up like Morgan Freeman***** getting rapper, rich nigga, one-on-one rents niggasAnd incidents, my fingerprints been tore upWe sell love slinging like Siemens, the snortable BeemersThey love calling niggas names out, you screamingFeds try to tap us and plus clap us, niggas'll grab Bust'Throw you in the rassle, yo, clap upsCatch me at the Stephen King mansion, with four of my Branson niggasWith me, me and Britney, a dancerKnow your shit authentic by the way your hat fit on you, with itI'm like the Blair Witch nigga in the rentedCurtains in the five-seven, chunky and shortBagging dope up in the backseat, your packages walkHolding my girl wedding ring, she MedellinName is Coretta King, live in Alpharetta and she never leave meFlow freely this is all graffiti, the cloth I'm cut fromIs straight from a rich nigga genie[Chorus x2: Raekwon]Yo, Scarface gangstas, criminal niggas up in the trenchesArmy coats on, playing the benchesGetting paper, sly, that's the motto, intelligent goonsInside a hundred thousand dollar whip, follow[Verse 2: Rick Ross]The *****ing Juan Don, yeah, Su Wu-TangStill gritty, leave the pretty to the femalesThe watch mother pearl weather seashellsPick of the litter, have this nigga picking paper upTwitter thug, I'm the townline stranglerGet 'em up, banging dangerous as angel dustCuban Linx smoking stink in the Brink's trunkI run with killas who snort powder, extort cowardsAnkle monitors under garments, so ***** showersI give a ***** what you talking 'boutMob meetings, we them only niggas walking outSparking purple once a nigga done spaghetti slurpingFly away in my new, Scabetti, surfing[Chorus x2: Raekwon]Yo, Scarface gangstas, criminal niggas up in the trenchesArmy coats on, playing the benchesGetting paper, sly, that's the motto, intelligent goonsInside a hundred thousand dollar whip, follow[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]Yo, we in the back roasting marshmallows, bottles of Cru'The dialogue is the big chain niggas is rudeLaw library scholars, potatoes over the thirty eightsWith bald-heads, all live wiresEleven homes, six trust funds, came home from doing a dimeWe just left Un's, straight upAnd we standing over the stoves, in denim Gibaud'sBought a Dairy Queen in Queens right next to Lowe'sIMAX Theaters, Astoria WaldorfPhilip Drummer suite, pretty young thing sucking my balls offBubble baths, hash, zooted up, eyes closedSilk drawers, fronting in my key lime pie Wall-o'sAnd I still got a half a key indeed, Frank Lucas shitHidden in coffins, flying over seasAnd if you ever try to ruin my nightI'm a make sure my best pawn put like three in your kiteShot caller, laying in big lawsRock of Gibraltar, my pinky joint, killer like OrcaDaytime hawk, a nasty street authorMe, Rae and Rick, Uzi'd out in the Porsche'sCase we gotta Warner bro, like Malcolm-JamalI'm a Falcon, Seven Mike Vick with the ballCause I can hut-one, hut-two, disrespect, I hunt you downAin't a mutha*****in' crew we can't run through[Chorus x2: Raekwon]Yo, Scarface gangstas, criminal niggas up in the trenchesArmy coats on, playing the benchesGetting paper, sly, that's the motto, intelligent goonsInside a hundred thousand dollar whip, follow[Outro:]Army shit, niggaCamouflage, guerrilla shit, niggaYou know what it is, manYo, Lex, talk, yeahWhere ya man at? Let's goStay together, my nigga
