Raekwon — Last Trip to Scotland

[Intro: Raekwon] Yo, what up, what's good? Yeah, nigga, hold this money right here, yeah We already got them mapped out, you know Alright, don't even stress it Niggas got mad coke inside the Luvs pampy Luvs Pampers box, nigga Them niggas is stupid [Verse 1: Raekwon] That nigga pussy doing pig latin, he can't come to the hood Might kill him off top up in the Staten Son think he better than niggas, I think his rebels is resentful Tried to kill him in his rental He had an Idi Amin approach, hitting the roach Had a hunger face, he drove his moms Seven in the ocean It's a wild cowboy sling heroin, who rock the dead arm Knocked the DEA agent out his Cheron All his Eli's, macheted up, stainless -- You never heard nothing, all you hear is the guns blaze Rocking pastel blazers, with a shorty from Iceland Who old dad put him up on rice and Starving to make a wack debut, he came through the lobby Three coacher Devilles with him, a whitey, it's pathetic Ragged monkey face, faggot dead it Coming through the stairs with blow in his mouth, desperate Watching him looking stupid, son know we on foot patrol Come through the hole, niggas is spooking Seven hundred shots, all leather gloves, six thugs Two had a mask on, he took 'em off what We got you now, nigga, blowing you down, niggas is foul This is trauma king, by any means, blaow They pushed his face in, fell out his Saucony's, snatched his homeys Took his Glock, you gon' be my tenderoni? [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] Uh! Metal exchanges, the hood's the gun range Everybody's a target depending on how you aim Dice games and ice chains, pendant spelling your name OG's setting the wrong example, tellin' the same Look at Shorty Shitstain, grew up to be a fucking mess Before his clique came, he bang and never tucked his chest Closet full of them thangs, he caught the gun connect Riding 'round with ''A'' and ''Lil' Nino'' and they want respect Son cool, Nino want the show Everybody know they straight shippin' hood bitches to the bungalow Pillow talkin' let the birds hawk it Chattin' bout what happened, and when and what they coming back in Champagne slackin', traffickin' while they travel Word got back the old time friends and snakes rattled Two different 'burbans, but the one that dropped the birds got tailed.. Information for the ones that like to steal, got mailed Pussy power made the plans sour Apartment full of party powder, outside a stakeout for hours Click clacks from big gats and rags Soon as the door squeaks they runnin' up on the grass Bang, flash! Shots ride on path of broken glass Comedy laughs, while they haul ass with the bags Legends in my hood played back, twin Benzes whippin' in black And that was like the old Maybach