Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Castle 2 Castle, artist - Raekwon. Album song Heroin Only, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 09.11.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: YLimit
Song language: English
Castle 2 Castle |
| High potency top, smoke a bag of black |
| And feel the vibe, wanna be wise |
| We, form on a rising corner mean five |
| Laws in disguise, throw on your slides |
| Young niggas racist, smokers is basic |
| We seen the eyes, laying up playing the cut |
| What, stay in the truck, something told me duck |
| Folding me up, my shoulders struck |
| Out of luck, fuck the potters up Fell on a daze like a Golotta snuff |
| Niggas tried to body me up |
| I’m in the lobby bleeding |
| Niggas in the witness office probably eating |
| And sprinting and beefing, when they heard the shots |
| Called the precinct and seen barber nieces beasting |
| Niggas shot Shalar features and shocked her was a Elisis, |
| Bent the spinal cordless creatures |
| I’m gagging and flagging a cab down |
| Guess who in the Benz wagon, dragging my sound down |
| Macking it was Dale Breedy the greedy |
| Caniving ass snake genie |
| Cop with a bikini will murder charge and benini |
| I’m feeling wheezy and the drain from the cheeba |
| Grieving ain’t even looking decent |
| Seeing police niggas reaching |
| That splash against my hollow bones |
| That rocks my… |
| Fleeing the crime scene speeding |
| Beefing leaving behind cream |
| Not even peeping that I was leaking |
| Won’t see the precinct just got a recent case beaten |
| Still jakes are creeping |
| Don’t blow ya spot, stay the weekend |
| Keep the ruger peeling who’s squealing |
| Few knew the dealings |
| Keep the steel concealed in Cause we got no time for feelings |
| Eyes on the building guards are on the corners illing |
| Million dollar block villain plotting on a killing |
| Feel like, a superhero talking like a true Deniro |
| They boost his ego path and broke down |
| Reduced to zero |
| Cops feel we poors hoping I’ll reveal my source, source |
| That splash against my hollow bones |
| That rocks my soul |
| Oh oh, oh oh Outside the check cashing, flashing |
| Dipped in fashion |
| Five cherry-faced fagots tried to cash in They keep laughing, Ghost you get ya face bashed in Who gave you these priveledges son? |
| why you maxing? |
| And we. |
| Feigning to take those move slow |
| I’m hearing how you broke Rob’s nose |
| And I heard you keep a banging hammer |
| Golden brass diamonds embroideries |
| That was stolen that you haven’t reported g Make very little noise, my shit hiccup |
| Don’t make this big stick up bigger |
| Me and the boys I thought for a second then chose |
| Rather than froze |
| Had the jim star on my hand |
| Yo what the fuck yo! |
| that’s when I ripped Timothy |
| Snatch and dip john like imbaggable |
| Had the mini axe tool, faxed him |
| Shots rang off, bing, boggle-de-dum |
| That splash against my hollow bones |