Missing Watch
(feat. Ghostface Killah, Polite) [Intro: Raekwon (Polite)]
Oh shit! Fuck is my watch at?
Shit... what the fuck?
Nah man, nah man, hell nah
These bitches is frontin
The fuck the shit go?
Them drug gangstas.
Yo son, you got my shit? (Nah, son, I aint got ya shit)
Son you aint got my shit? (Nah, nigga, I aint got ya shit)
Yo, son, my shit is gone (Pah listen, I aint got ya shit Lex you sure you aint leave it in the..) [Raekwon ]
I started buggin out, fell in the zone, half the bone lit
Passed off, rubbin on my ski hat - oh shit!
My blunt fell, my watch, you seen it?
Gleamin little young fella, he just had the stupidest look, weeded
Yo, Im tired and stressed, hungry and
Im vexed
And Im flippin cause these niggaz wanna play me for test
Shit fell off ya hand
Lord? Stop it,
Im eyein niggaz in they faces
After that
Im goin at niggaz pockets
The watch, faggot yeah, yall niggaz got my shit 'Yo Lex we family, I helped you cop yo shit'
Then help me find my shit!
Eye-ballin every fake
Frankie Lymon in the joint
Break out, find my shit!
Yeah, yo now
I got robbed,
I smell it
Mad bitches walkin by the fella tryin to crochet, bitch spell it!
Listen trick, be out, bounce
Blew an ounce off of weed in the bitch face, she pulled out two white owls 'Everybody back the fuck up, move! Chef, you actin like a loose cannon, Pah, with you and your dudes'
If my shit come up, cool
Matter of fact, clack-clack-clack-clack, niggas pulled out tools [Chorus: Polite]
Yo yo yo yo turn the fuckin lights off
Pass the illumin
Lord, tell the
DJ turn the fuckin music off
We got announcements, we want yall to listen clear
We just lose about mansion in here
And yo eh yo if we dont get it back its gon be a problem
Then my niggas gon react and thatll be a problem
Eighty-five thou gone we got a fuckin problem
Aint nobody leavin alive until we find em [Ghostface Killah]
Excuse me,
Miss, no I aint havin it
I smacked him with the four pound, bitch hit the ground
Then I stepped off, dropped out the shit
Equipped with the dipped courdouroy
Baileys with the cream stitch
Powerhouse biscuits that blow roofs off
Rae watch is missin, you take ya boots off
And take off those chaaaaaiiiiiiinnnns
The fat fuck thought
I was playin so
I started sprayin
Chicks hit the floor, bottles broke
The owner slid through beefin, duke threw the toast to his throat
We brought the noise like we here to promote
My man dont get his shit in four or five minutes yo were leavin with the vote
A gangstas lotto, thirteen bodies and still climbin
Big shotties, bodied when they sniff body
We did our thing too we got to the
Envy lobby
Our last four or five shots we see nobody [Chorus] [Polite]
Eh yo shit got real that night
Power grabbed him,
Vine smacked him dead in his head (Oh shit, nigga he got a magnum!)
Yo we all holdin, rollin
Grab a nigga, search him if he front, fuck it, blow him!
Watchin niggas foldin
The bartender got a shotgun in his hand
Let off, the wheelchair nigga got him and ran
Surround the
Don, full body armor automatically on
The faggots passed off the watch and gone (yo yall niggas aint searchin shit!)
Yo where the big mouth at?
Niggas step up
Matter of fact nigga, lie the fuck up
Nigga tried to swing on
Gs but he a gentleman
Son, he dropped the dead arm but failed to see it
Two shot Gs pealed his meat [starts to fade out]
Lets see, niggas tried to front like my niggas is weak
Corey pulled the truck up,
C-4ed this bitch, blew it the fuck up!
Niggasll use and niggasll die in this mothafucka! [explosion]