Raekwon - Gihad lyrics

rate me

One-two (you got that?) Yeah, yeah (official)

Let's go, silent king, (oh shit) the big park shit

You know how it go, in them alleys (I'm a holla at you though) aiyo

Since rap got locked right before we visit the '90's

Chef in the kitchen, cooking up with the crimey's

It's late for a dime season, we bought the crib

Next to Bill Clinton mother, cause she fuck with the Chinese

They hitting niggas with heroin, it's fourteen of us with beemers

We won't stop pitching the Chevron

It's packed, kid, black kid, don't know how to act

They flashing macks, Gillette's, a couple of stacks, yo

The systems is 'oopid', yup, shorty with the pumps on

And dunks get provided and scooped, kid

And bloodhounds is hating, they knowing how the kid get down

Silent shotties with grenades, I'm waiting

And everybody love vintage, you see like 4, 5 niggas

With half moons and wave intentions (ooooh)

What's really good? The 'dro hit 'em, killed 'em in the hotel

Heard he had some old chick with him

That's how we make it happen, that's how we break it down

Hood all day, nigga, watch how we take the town

That's why we do the do, just know who is who

Acknowledge me all day, and understand Wu is Wu

Yo, but on the other side of town it's Toney, laid up

This white chick wanna gargle my nuts

I put the Bailey's down, tap the blunt out, grabbed her by her hair

Watch blondie love whip my dick out

Spit dripping down my balls, she slobbing me

That's right, suck that dick, get it hard for me

Pyrex in one hand, large amount of grams and it rocked up

And she pregnant, my little man got her knocked up

He popped up (oh shit), I'm like a crooked cop

Richard Gere, big smirk on, getting my cock sucked

He pulled the joint out, a bullet spun out, but it was too late

Already nutted on the side of her mouth

Side of her face, and hair like Something About Mary

I can't front, my son gun look scary, chill

She's a whore, you knew it from the time we ran trains on her

And you still went and fucked her raw

Come on, son, give me the gun, you gon' kill me over this

Bum ass bitch, you can't resist

Remember Vel had her in the telly, taking the fist

Watch how you aiming that shit, you should be aiming at Trish

She take a bone like a rib-eye steak, your loose Christ'

Yo, be easy on the trigger, son, you squeezing the fifth

I only did it just to show you, she's the easiest bitch

He came close, had to duff him, nigga, give me that shit

Fuck a gun, muthafucka, I dare

Pull a fucking gun on me again, nigga

I blow your little balls off

Go to store and get me a fucking forty

Before I smack the shit out you, man

Word up, while you at it, yo

Go in the freezer, get a steak, man

For your eye, nigga, word up

Put some bologna on your face or something, nigga

Make sure my forty cold too, when you bring it back

When you get back, bag the shit up, nigga

Word up, I don't give a fuck if you 25, nigga

You my son, nigga, word up, that's why I let you slide, nigga

Word, get you a forty too, and a pacifier, nigga

And a bib and a diaper...