Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Nasty Immigrants , by - 12 O'ClockRelease date: 31.12.1995
Song language: English
Nasty Immigrants |
| Yeah yeah, that’s us |
| Hit me hit me hit me, I ain’t got nothin to do with none of that |
| Besides, whatever |
| Louis Rich Diamonds (yeah) |
| 12 O’Clock, Gambinos |
| Those crazy boneyard boys is back once again |
| Verse One: 12 O’Clock |
| It’s nine-six I’ma bang you with some hits |
| In two-thousand six I got my son makin hits |
| A nine to five it’s a job to survive |
| F--k the lies and connives and all them company bribes |
| I’m Family Ties for my seeds I’d die |
| I want the whole f--kin pie save them slice for eighty-fives |
| And besides, see I never had a million |
| Got beefs that got millions and in buy-outs worth billions |
| Knotty nigga with a plan platinum jam |
| Found a million fans in the Lexus to the Lands |
| So whose the cat in the comfy black Ac? |
| As a matter of fact, I sick/six fingers I’m from fat |
| My projects be the livest that it gets |
| Watch me ---- back Tex and do murders in the backsteps |
| I want that b---h with a Lex, a house out in New Mex |
| She disrespect, she buys a Rolex |
| 12 O’Clock sells you stock business |
| Drive in Benzes, see my dog were tremendous |
| In case I didn’t mention |
| I’m killin your whole startin team and all them n----z on the benches |
| So please play your distance |
| I’m givin a sentence that pull more pain than a dentist |
| Most def, I’m professional |
| Twenty G’s a show, Germany to Tokyo |
| Show me lies, suck my beach |
| I got fans in Puerto Rico that love what I throw |
| Chorus: Raekwon |
| Introducing these nasty immigrants |
| Who want to flinch, move on him he got bank like Merill/Lynch |
| Styles recorded like a porcelain swordsman |
| So let RaZAh rip across your face, you’re frosting |
| Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef |
| Push this s--t out like nine months |
| Rock Swahali and suede fronts, get paid from n----z |
| Lifestyle, like a knife in a child |
| Mail the brick out, Israel, mistrial, blowin like fish scale |
| Wu, dominate s--t majorly, flavorly |
| Jubilant cats they keep pagin me |
| Peace what’s the signs ock? |
| Fruit of life like the apricot |
| Cocktails tossin em at cops on blocks |
| Park Hillian, drug hillbillies made billions |
| Get a gun, kidnap, eight nine Jimmyians |
| Yo, he had about this amount in his Swiss account |
| Gunnin this out we reminesces on this b---h's house |
| Back in time, was a bad fiend |
| Now I flex mad green get cream seven-fifty n----l gleam |
| Say hi to chocolate t--i f----d lives |
| Stop and analyze in eighty-five Hawaiian c--e flex three lives |
| Caesar Halfmoon, pardon my scalp |
| Buildin and breathin |
| You front I’ll leave your ass bleedin and sweetened |