Raekwon - Surgical Gloves Lyrics
[Intro: Raekwon]Eight million stories, niggaTake ya'll niggas somewhere, manYa'll niggas never heard niggas rhyme like this before, manThis ain't no Wizard of Oz shit neither, manFor real, man, aiyo[Raekwon:]Surgical gloves, snubs in the grass with his bloodHomey hold that, the four black, we black downGold Jag', Ol' laughing yo, yo, what the ***** happened?They clapped him and the scalp it flew that wayYo why they capped him? It went through his lapSnatched his older mom's pink hat, took his mango, get atHe painted it, slayed blocks, aiming itHit a child, this is foul, but he styled with his flamer flaming shitTeddy with the red Range, supercharged KangolsRae & Ghost CD in his change, yo, AngelSpanish kid lingo, all I know is where he hang though, kept it sideways, angleGood brush, tough talk, keep it real, daddy, got them thangosI respect on how the game goes, the same goesForget fresh niggas, test niggas, extra bless niggas, with them egosWe blow you out your peacoatsHaha, adios mios, we get them twelve a ki, yoKeep it moving, slide off in the G.O.'sFreeloaders, the D's over, your shit won't sell no moreBreeze over...[Chorus: Raekwon]Money, gear, drugs, guns, GoodyearsAll my niggas sit, smelling the tearsCookin snow white, it's just the poor life, never living off fearWe all millionaires, now where my shares?(Money) You know the code, drug money, gear money, baby(Money) You know we fold the stash holders, cash blowers, yeah(Money) So when the D's come, we float and grab the boats, yea(Money) Spend off, I got my win off, have a potent year[Raekwon:]X6's red, up in Albany with the dredsBags of black, ***** the fedsPapers in Aruba's, gold tuba from BermudaIn my living room spreads, cameras action, got the calico crankedWhere the food at? Hood jewelry on, I gots to do thatLong chain hatchet flooded up, you knew thatBaby blue mack, stones on the nozzle stickBulletproof brocco's with the Jew *****es, all I got is two cracksGazelle lenses, clear rude wraps, bagging every ziplockAnd my peoples sit around, cops split thatHigh potent white kit kats, we sell up in the hoodGoing door to door, every floor, every get backMy gangsta shit, get gats, for every man, here go a gramMeet me by my drop head and drop your lip backForty-seven quick claps, spray off on something[Chorus][Outro: Raekwon]Spray on one of ya'll man, the streets is mine, niggaYou know what we do, for realStraight up, it's how we playing right now, manCause the streets, man, streets is making ya'll niggas see, manBut some of ya'll is blind, for real
