Raekwon — Who Shot Ya Freestyle

[Intro] No that nigag didn’t come out of a motherfuckin’ balloon in the air That nigga’s ill, he landed on the projects with that shit Crazy, B, crazy Ah man, it’s this nigga Rae right here, right Yeah, 2013 bullets, huh? That’s what I’m talkin’ about Real [Verse] Fly down to Vegas and fuck, drop a half a ‘mil Table it up, silks cable it up I’m from the grain, entertainers get scooped and trapped Pull a navy blue Uzi out and roof your ‘Lac Crap table, King, Black Jack, gangsters with chains on 69 blue jean denims, OJs on Relax, blunt’s on me, black weed gritty Parlay with the wrangler posse in the city, yo Overdose confidence, gun in the console, concord jet to the Congos Bagging everything up, swag on a million, blindfold Can’t see nothing I wear, fronting out here They ask me how I’m eating, I be hunting out here, yeah Godzilla rap and them labels Hugh blow fiend, heron don, Levis is plainclothes So many rings plus surrounded by kings Sitting back in the fourth row, examining Queens They like “Chef, yo, you built for it meet at the Biltmore” Any violations I agree to get killed for it Where’s the real rap? Niggas is lost now Hmm, how much it cost now to marry it up? Divorce it, blaow, extortion style Shoot the first nigga who talk, you lost your style My next album might be called The Wild Wolverines, bears and whales, no snails Foxes, good Great Danes, that’s all, he Cale Kill all the rats, for real They live in the hoods They all come out convinced to sell Little clothes niggas is frail ‘Cause when he rap it’s like poisonous lines that’s rich Mix together virgin blood and gallons of piss, yo The real lowdown in the midst I come like Sandy in the middle of the year like Christmas Kango, Santa skully, emerald green Rockin’ dark green Wallabies, blowing the beam On the go, yo, bowling for cream And I’ll be here for the next ten years for the team [Outro] Yo, oh shit Pacquiao just got knocked the fuck out by Marquez, nigga Oh shit