Raekwon — Double Dragon

[Intro: Raekwon & Mean Doe Green] Turn this up, right here Yeah - Mean Doe Green Do this for my little Prince, right here Knahmsayin'? Listen up - Mean Doe Green Prince Junior, soon to be a king Uh huh - Mean Doe Green Yeah turn it up, turn it up, turn it up Turn it up, we need volume We need volume We need volume, son [Verse 1: Raekwon] Yo, yo, check this shit out Nothin' but, raw shit, this Shao Lex We on a real thick kanish route[? 0:27] Plato's, Kato Young, get rich God We the top tomato High top, wolly[? 0:31] suede though Yo, sit back, mark it in my v[? 0:34] Damn, it's me Watchin' little me's, pleas Diabolic lecto Vet style collect dough Better gram my man Ten G's side bet though Power, what's the word? Let's blossom V[? 0:45] pulled out the heat, everybody feet play opossum [Verse 2; Mean Doe Green] Escaped adolescence with thugs Crips and Bloods Drug money, birds of pray Hugs[? 0:51] that taste funny Slept on, like Brandy Moss[? 0:53] Too many seasons Navigate these on anger Reasons of parent Real niggas are few Serpents, stay by the fruit Tryna continentally divide my loot I subtract the negative Make room, for the predators More debatin' these verb, nouns, and numbers, like thunder Y'all stay plottin', like I don't know that ya locusts Send a nigga get a gram to get you back on focus What it cook like? Holla back when the price is droppin' Y'all just like devils with ya plots and shiet... [Verse 3: Raekwon] Yeah, what up? My son speak real one, slap your skeezer Chart-climbin' like we on lows[? 1:21] freezer[? 1:22] What up? Rap niggas dead up Plus fed up, shut up Analyze C.R.E.A.M. team set up Raw, right, remember like, '88 when niggas was hype? Heavy chain hung down on all white These faggot niggas scare me Break bread while I holler "Hear me!" Shit O'Leary I'm six niggas really Reptiles, fuckin' up the set, while pythons are icons Still be, floatin' to the death [Verse 4: Mean Doe Green] I'm up early, birds chirpin' Instant birth, fall blowin' Streets howlin', wolves stay prowlin' Finally see the sun smilin', through the clouds Put it down against the grain Bring pain, I must Threw the hush puppies on, poppin' my collar Once again hit the block, I escape with the street scholars Dice dumpin', got a pasta hurtin' What a crooked spine Label my crooked mind, listen up [Verse 5: Raekwon] Word to grandma, all the way to Canada Allah Spark a landmark Prolly 40 grand in the park Fly Lassie Thousand dollar sweatpants, flashy Shop a GT to Tallahassee [Verse 6: Mean Doe Green] Man you know how we do it, lookin' sensible Value flagrant intentional though, if money's the principle Genuine draft pick, loaded gun grinnin' If we losin', you not winnin', get at me Reels twist, with no shine, deliberately Dirt orientated, blue collar, for every penny Specialist, dough treacherous National and locally It was a golden hand that wrote me Quote me [Verse 7: Raekwon] Just a slang lord, Kangol[? 2:32] award Bulletproof Durango[? 2:33] Trillion tri-colored chainlord Major, unbalanced flavor Naval promotional navigator Throw tapes, you're throwin' paper Scrape ya, love to hate ya I must son this, mic realness Mother Nature What up? Call it out, let's get involved Revolve, six digits a man A million on the wall [Verse 8: Mean Doe Green] Peep the wisdom, in street verdicts I noticed, got your hate beams on high lately Third eye ain't focused Heavy mic, Chevy drivin' Bumper dented, if I said it I meant it like, come and get it, please