Raekwon

Raekwon - Chinese Marines lyrics

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[Raekwon]

Chinese marines

Jet black bearers

That Aston blue screen

I was part of the Teamsters

Money hungry, yo meet the blingers

Avenue gun holders

Blow a nigga open, no demons

All my nigga slinging

Yeah, perpetual lifestyle, knife style

Welcome to the cleaners

Heavyweights, you gotta come see us

You right, one knee us

Welcome to the forest of the leaders

All I do is take money, come beat us

Invisible lead start flying

Lick the head, drop the ninas

Left feind lucky like a genius

Play both sides like Serena

Found dead in the steamers

Real niggas won’t talk, real as a roach

When the lights out, killa be Ghost

In the new shit, light blue Pilwig

Come through, you know we ain’t do it

Rocket launcher out the window, you shoot

[Havoc]

Got killers in the Benzes

Canine senses

Everything covered from the exit to the entrance

Dedicated goons understand it’s high stakes

Life out a nigga ’til his eyes dilate

It’s a cold world

Surely weather with the V bombs and leathers

With the fur on the collar

We ’bout major dollars

See the hoes, they holla

When they eat us and swallow

Cause we them dime dadas

Get them top shoppers

Eyes on us, death to those that lied on us

And love for ever for all my soldiers that cried for us

I put my mind on it, relax, get high on it

Y’all niggas ain’t built, I was designed for it

Lame niggas fall back in our presence

Bow down to the king, when you see me, nah mean

I ain’t playing with you

Yeah, you gonna take one for the team

Fucking dog crying, ever seen a grown man scream

[Prodigy]

You tacky like head rest TVs

Your value drop, you not worth these

Bacon strips we gets, you stay broke

We stay leaning in new red Rolls

Smoke stack lightening, coming out the crack black window

That’s us getting high, letting things go

We getting it, the money don’t stop

Beef don’t cease, the drama gonna pop

Soon as we step in the spot, shots on me

Line ‘em up, kill every single bottle they got

The drama gonna pop like the pipe bomb

Hyper, the son don’t chill, Allah

You get burned, try and dap me

These hands are made for clapping

A round of applause for that dumb ass rap beat, that

Fuck that, take a bath

Stay ass damp

Lift your head back up

And blow brains out

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