Raekwon - Rover Sport lyrics

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[Intro: Raekwon] All that heroin out there, nigga I can't tell, nigga, what's up I can't tell you nothing no more [Raekwon:] Pull up the Range sport, blow in the back of the trunk Color sickening, bitches is blunt Snitches get plucked and popped, cut and chopped, and yo We generate hoods and hide this gwop For all the blocks we invading, we be caking & strip naked I know you wasn't selling by the building, I feel the hating Dust blunts with heroin, servin up Steak'ems Shot him by the building, yo, and spit on his laces Rich niggaz'll rise, more eyes, yo, Busta, what up? Chilling like we at the 25's out Night time is vibe, pies get thrown to guys You fuck up this money, bones is fried I'ma stay fly, getting paper, sit on a ten acre kitchen Bout the size of the Ritz at Penn Station, yup Rich niggaz we spot you, stay genuine, cousin Do your numbers, fam, regardless, yo, we got you [Interlude: Raekwon] Hahahaha... ahhhh, do it nigga, there, you should fucking.. Fucked up New York Yankee hats on fronting Niggaz know Cuban Linx when they hear it nigga Huh... I'm the motherfucking Ali of the game, bitch [Raekwon:] Nigga Chef back, wood back, he in the good Ac' What's hood, me in your hood, we got the good crack Don't violate me, I hate, I'm like Star and Buc In the morning, I'm mourning, wild on the fake, yo Stay dropping bracelets, cases of Cryst' and Cru' Don't even move duke, take off your shoes We hardbody action packed, keep a baboon The jewels is back, with strappers on, come take it Shoebox with nothing but hash, alotta old ass Wallies is off the meat rack, splash Nigga, Diamond down, moving like China Town Me and forty-five mad real niggaz, we light clowns up now