Raekwon - Fat Lady Sings lyrics

rate me

{I'm tired of them muthafuckas down the block

Every time I come outside, them niggas -}

Aiyo, some major station radio {aiyo, come on, hurry up}

Get the joint, {hurry up, son}, kill all those niggas man

We going Ricky Retardo on them niggas

{Everybody just shut the fuck up

I'm tired of using this muthafucking grenade right now}

What you seen stupid?

You don't even know what you talking bout, man

You fabricating the wrong shit, man

Both of them niggas were stand up niggas, man

Niggas went to war! You know how it go

In order to be a general, nigga, you still gotta be a soldier (Gotta

Kill ya bloodclot)

Speak about what happened then, man, for real, fuck it, aiyo -

Check this out, man, what niggas is doing over here, man?

(Why you think ya gangsta?) Yo Dred, man, word up, man

(Why ya'll don't know nothing) This is ours, man, we own all this right here, man

(Who you? Who ya talk about?) Straight up, man, we know how real it could get

(Who ya talk to to?) But it's gon' be repercussions

Punch broke the Dred's jaw, pulled the four out

And went off, told him that he can't sling his raw

When he fell, yo, he broke his wrist, his bangles flew off

His Balley's was scuffed, then he blew a kiss

Bleeding out the side of his ear, niggas was staring

And the silk shirt was ripped off, Punch cut his hair

Razors was bloody, he kept hitting, Dred grabbed his shirt

Showing his stomach, the kid had zippers on him

Bitches was flipping, they grabbed Tasha, caught her for a Louis

Snatched her titties right up out the bitch bra

No selling over here, Jack, heard the Dred mumble

'You be dead in a week' then he stumbled back

Little young Keyon rushed him, yeah, shorty was a vet

Gillette soldiers, shorty hit the neck

Blood squirted, look like laundry detergent, the Dred fell out

Right from there, he gon' need a surgeon

You ain't dead yet?

The fat lady sings, the fat lady sings, the fat lady sings

The fat lady sings, the fat lady sings, the fat lady sings