Raekwon — Chinese Marines

[Verse 1: Raekwon] Chinese marines, Jet black Beamers 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 niggas 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 feeling lucky like a genius Play both sides like Serena, found dead in the steamers Real niggas won't talk, real as a roach Once the lights tone, 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 [Verse 2: 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 forever 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 [Verse 2: 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 The 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 Yeah The drama gonna pop like the pipe bomb I'm 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 Now, take a bath, stay your ass down You lift your head back up, I'm blowing brains out