Raekwon — Smith Bros. Remix

[Intro: Raekwon] Fly, fly, up against the wall stand off, Killah We here, we here, nigga, you see us You see us nigga, flyin' through your city In the mean shit, word up, just analyze it nigga Yeah, realizin' the world [Hook 2X: Raekwon] My niggas won't stop til we straight, select bigger gates We won't stop until we buyin' estate, yo Pull out them burners and front, where I'm from Better shoot something, if not, niggas won't salute nothing [Ghostface Killah] Yo, aiyo Rae, check out the bangle (uh-huh) Where niggas brought to an angle Look how it shine, arm is like thank you [Raekwon] Yo, pa, yo I already peeped that But did you peep the cream of wheat Oatmeal seats that hugs you like bean bags? [Ghostface Killah] Yo, he had ads in the Staten Island ad He bought a Benz, a Bentley, his promotion was the best In Queens, throughout, all coliseums, right Mint condominiums, bitches, premium shittin' on millennium He was a master when he bought Henny And, good at plaster and he taught many Thinkin' like fuck bitches, can't stop me now I'm legal, like the feds can't knock me now Shoulders is cocked d., plus he his donuts where the cops be His bitch on the M.C. tip, is Foxy Chop shops is where his pops be Blow his money on hoes, plus he O.G And he quick to paparazzi [Raekwon] His sweaters is the steel version, cut the commercialism Go hard, jumpin' out of Saabs, writin' ill verses Represent towns and vallies, all rallies and ballies Rolled down, blowin' Cali weed The Hennessey pourin, remixin' it with Crown When egotistic get down, the hundred wolves in woolie coats Niggas throats is heavy, he's used to wearin' ropes Sailin' in boats, the goats let me live and standin' loyal like the kid 70 I'm ancient, zippers is made of gold, I prevail well Who be rockin' them steel wells Yo, it's us, a hundred busters, three hundred barrels of dust Lustin' discussions, the world will remember us Catch me poppin' sweats and Timbs, with gats, iller brims Take ups is matchin' all gold ratchet A hundred villains, billion assets Smashed up my last jet, blood on my jumper, flood it with gas wet Catch me poppin' sweats and Timbs, with gats, iller brims Take ups is matchin' all gold ratchet A hundred villains, billion assets Smashed up my last jet, blood on my jumper, flood it with gas wet