Raekwon — Canal Street

[Skit: Raekwon (all voices)] —"Yeah. Ayo, y'all ready, right? Aight. None of that fronting shit, neither, nigga, it's broad-day. Word up, the store is over there, nigga, let's go. Yeah, they got the big jewelry in the window. You seen that shit? You better come seen that other shit, right? Good good, that's me right there, ayo you—all you gotta do is just come with the bricks, son. I got a big brick in the motherfucking Louis bag, nigga. Take that, just smash the shit out. About four-five niggas gon' slip in." —"Professionals. Immediately, nigga. What the fuck this nigga talking 'bout? Have I ever fronted on you nigga? Aight. Yo, you grab the three from him. You grab the heatholders. You grab the watches, nigga." (*gunshots) —"Move! Let's go. police, come on son! They right down the block, nigga." —"Y'all got that? Good!" —"Meet you at the train station. One, son!" [Verse 1: Raekwon] All of our fathers is bank robbers holdin' TECs Eighths of hero'n, shooting in the steps In the 60's, niggas was poor, check the revelation Now, we rock 6-50s in the snow AKs, ARs, wire jaws, say ours YSL frames in the rain, Marvin Gaye on Goose bubbles on, stuck in the huddle, tryna transform Every gram action to a sandstorm Fly through my block, you live, make a bitch stop Have your shit cocked yo, niggas might dive on you All we wear is Filas, Guess, suede fronts, beehives Bally sneakers, big jewels, Levi's [Hook: Raekwon] Back to slinging every 45 minutes Gs fleeing, fiends is in the building OD'ing The drugs is in the ground, burners on the side of our legs It's gonna happen, so you know we low-keying Yeah, can't sell in here, yup, I said it Yeah, can't tell in here, they want credit, niggas Just a lifestyle, the holders with the drugs is dreaded Just a typical day to get wiped out [Verse 2: Raekwon] Broad-day jungle, living with the rodents The goons'll run through, blow a bag and hunt you Always flaky, calluses, hands My mans come through the avenue, Swiss cheese patrons Blood that flood the hall, every head'll drop Jump in the Maybach, switch the station These rap niggas is washed, hang 'em on the pole, no head Pajama top, handcuff with a gosha We realer than the Spanglers Rep Posse squad; that's dangerous Take it back to the Lee's and Wranglers Take what we want, explain this Famous for my kitchen knives, rings, and the fifths are stainless Gun down your trooper, grenade your coupe up Plain and simple niggas is poo-butt Fuck with my crew, what? Either you shot or you cut "Real nigga to real nigga, man, you know how we get down, man" [Hook: Raekwon] Back to slinging every 45 minutes Gs fleeing, fiends is in the building OD'ing The drugs is in the ground, burners on the side of our legs It's gonna happen, so you know we low-keying Yeah, can't sell in here, yup, I said it Yeah, can't tell in here, they want credit, niggas Just a lifestyle, the holders with the drugs is dreaded Just a typical day to get wiped out