Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Missing Watch, artist - Raekwon. Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Song language: English
Missing Watch |
| 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 ain’t got ya shit) |
| Son you ain’t got my shit? |
| (Nah, nigga, I ain’t got ya shit) |
| Yo, son, my shit is gone |
| (Pah listen, I ain’t got ya shit |
| Lex you sure you ain’t leave it in the.) |
| 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, I’m tired and stressed, hungry and I’m vexed |
| And I’m flippin cause these niggas wanna play me for test |
| Shit fell off ya hand Lord? |
| Stop it, I’m eyein niggas in they faces |
| After that I’m goin at niggas pockets |
| The watch, faggot yeah, y’all niggas 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 |
| 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 y’all to listen clear |
| We just lose about mansion in here |
| And yo eh yo if we don’t get it back it’s gon' be a problem |
| Then my niggas gon' react and that’ll be a problem |
| Eighty-five thou' gone we got a fuckin' problem |
| Ain’t nobody leavin' alive until we find 'em |
| Excuse me, Miss, no I ain’t havin' it |
| I smacked him with the four pound, bitch hit the ground |
| Then I stepped off, dry mouth and shit |
| Equipped with the dipped courdouroy Bailey’s 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 don’t get his shit in four or five minutes yo we’re leavin' with the vote |
| A gangsta’s 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 |
| 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 up and ran |
| Surround the Don, full body armor automatically on |
| The faggots passed off the watch and gone |
| (yo y’all niggas ain’t searchin' shit!) |
| Yo where the big mouth at? |
| Niggas step up |
| Matter of fact nigga, lie the fuck up |
| Nigga tried to swing on G’s but he a gentleman |
| Son, he dropped the dead arm but failed to see it |
| Two shot G’s pealed his meat |
| Let’s see, niggas tried to front like my niggas is weak |
| Corey pulled the truck up, C-4ed this bitch, blew it the fuck up! |
| Niggas’ll use and niggas’ll die in this mothafucka! |