Raekwon — Surgical Gloves

[Intro: Raekwon] Eight million stories, nigga Take y'all niggas somewhere, man Y'all niggas never heard niggas rhyme like this before, man This ain't no Wizard of Oz shit neither, man For real, man Ayo [Verse 1] Surgical gloves, snubs in the grass with his blood "Homie, hold that", the four black We black down, Gold Jag' Ol' laughing, yo, "Yo, what the fuck happened?" "They clapped him in the scalp, it flew that way" "Yo, why they capped him?" It went through his lap Snatched his Audemars Pig-et, took his man gold, get at He painted it, slayed blocks, aiming it, hit a child This is foul, but he styled with his flamer, flaming shit Teddy with the red Range, supercharged Kangols Rae and Ghost CD in his change, yo Angel, Spanish kid lingo, all I know is where he hang, though Kept it sideways, angle Good brush, tough talk, keep it real, daddy, got them thing-os I respect on how the game goes The same goes for get-fresh niggas, test niggas Extra blessed niggas with them egos We blow you out your peacoats Haha, ah, dios míos, we get them twelve a ki, yo Keep it moving, slide off in the G-Os "Freeloaders, the D's over Your shit won't sell no more, breeze over" [Chorus: Raekwon] Money, gear, drugs, guns, Goodyears All my niggas sit, smelling the tears Cooking snow white, it's just the poor life Never living off fear, we all millionaires, now where my shares? (Money) You know the code, drug money, gear money, baby (Money) You know we fold the stash holders, cash blowers, yeah (Money) So when the D's come, we float and grab the boats, yeah (Money) Spend off, I got my win off, have a potent year [Verse 2] Yeah, X6 is red, up in Albany with the dreads Bags of black, fuck the feds, papers in Arubas Gold tuba from Bermuda in my living room spreads Cameras, action, got the calico cranked "Where the food at?", Hood jewelry on, I gots to do that Long-chain hatchet flooded up, you knew that Baby blue Mac, stones on the nozzle stick Bulletproof Broccos with the Jew bitches, all I got is two cracks Gazelle lenses, clear rude wraps, bagging every Ziploc And my peoples sit around, cops split that High potent white Kit-Kats, we sell up in the hood Going door to door, every floor, every get back My gangsta shit, get gats, for every man "Here go a gram Meet me by my drophead and drop your lid back" Forty-seven quick claps (Spray off on something) [Chorus: Raekwon] Money, gear, drugs, guns, Goodyears All my niggas sit, smelling the tears Cooking snow white, it's just the poor life Never living off fear, we all millionaires, now where my shares? (Money) You know the code, drug money, gear money, baby (Money) You know we fold the stash holders, cash blowers, yeah (Money) So when the D's come, we float and grab the boats, yeah (Money) Spend off, I got my win off, have a potent year [Outro: Raekwon] Spray on one of y'all, man Streets is mine, nigga You know what we do, for real Straight up It's how we playing right now, man 'Cause the streets, man Streets is making y'all niggas see, man But some of y'all is blind For real