Raekwon - Purple Jag Lyrics
(feat. Postaboy)[Intro: Raekwon (Postaboy)]What up soldier? (What up playboy?)Yeah, yeah this is Shaolin reporting in (OK)Checkin' you out, I'm hearin' about Force Reveal (yeah, yeah)They said one kid, that's standin' real grown out there right now(I, go, by the name of Posta)That's my man! So, yo, son? (What up, Rae?)You know what you gotta do![Postaboy:]Aiyo, I don't give a ***** what level you onWhen the metal is drawn, either your life or your vessel is goneI don't really wanna hurt ya'll fags but I'm sitting on paperI got Universal mad, Raekwon in a purple JagP.B. in a canteloupe Hummer with commercial tagsYa'll ask the chicks who wrap the bricksI'm out to give Harlem, a quick flashback of RichI'm blow like C4, burn up B-MoreLayin' at Cheetah, next day in a G4Think like a veteran, choppin' and measurin'Always got a way, but God got eleven inLittle kids follow me, women, they acknowledge meNew year, new rules, and a new policyPosta good, Posta hood, Posta real, Posta do what Posta couldP.B. stay blowin' a stingWhen the girls give me a hug, they all smell the drawer in the minkGo line for line, dart for dart, heart to heartWe layin' on top of chartsSee me buggin on Melrose, low top shell toesSuede addition, U.S. don't sell thosePosta hot, Posta not, did Posta flop?Please get off of, of Posta *****[Interlude; Postaboy]OK? Ya'll little chumps roll out the red carpetFor the Postaboy, man, I got Uncle Rae with meRaekwon the Chef, is in the buildingMight wanna holla![Raekwon:]Catch me at a Balley convention, sweater look, worth the moneyAuctionin' and buy me a buildingMatter fact niggas, might try to bubble in itYou know, the X.T. Click, niggas fell in love with itJumpin' out of Akademic jumpers, Nike pumps, jewelry downG'in' like Trump, sweetie, you drunkPosition my thoughts, heavy lossRoot for the Maybach, one for your girl, you write it offWith the new color, only six made, we in the world, likeWhatever we rockin', that's on the tradeWhata's the verdict? It's murder, we preserve, niggasAutomatic birds, hang gun hammers, grenades, got words on youSwerve on you, browsin', all through your housingJakes stop me, try to take forty thousandPlayin' it kid, you won't make a thousandYeah, the Larry Davis version, force to build Shaolin[Outro: sample]But now my time, has comeAnd time, time, is not on you side
