| Yo, send all the workers up to five b man, you know what time it is man
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| Niggas did good this week man, let’s celebrate
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| Bottles of crew, bagging in the living room, high noon
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| Couple rachets, snares, the razors and earmuffs
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| Walkie joints chirping, niggas downstairs in the lobby converting
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| There’s something next to live wires and goons
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| All in the sets hundreds to thousands, thousands to ms
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| Then tackle up the rims store, go and buy timbs
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| Hit the Popeyes, cops got eyes
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| We breezing through with nothing but fives
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| Puffing herb, we gon let the sun rise
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| They don’t know niggas is slinging, what’s the lingering?
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| Niggas ain’t fiends, $ 400 jeans, cooling like it’s England
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| Rather see me role in a hole, rocking state jeans and sneakers
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| Square sandwhich, juices and peaches
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| Not right now dick, this is our valve, we get down dick
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| None of that clown shit, we built it from a thou
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| See straight watchers, my niggas sleep, all of my unique poppers
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| Legends from the eighties came home, we got em eating poppers
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| Take money, eating steaks, being rude, feeding snakes
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| This is what get us all the planes and the eights
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| This is my land like Thailand, why?
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| Cuz I control it and I own it, But some say it’s FBI land
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| Now just gimme that, don’t make me take that
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| The minute I’m finished with it, I go straight back
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| Re up and reload, keep up my workload
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| Homeboy this block is mine cuz I say so (what)
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| Violation of the RICO Statute to cash rules
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| Cocaine is a hell of a drug, the fortune of intelligent thugs
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| We the ones that they write movies about
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| Beautiful pounds, got the best doobies in town
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| Shoot it the fuck out, wash money, wash the blood off of Benjamin’s face
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| Defenders of the faith, measure the weight
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| Forever by itself, reaping pleasure from pain
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| We the best in the game, hit you in the chest and the brain
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| I move weight homie and expand like Scarface
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| Leave you hanging from the chopper like Omar Suarez
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| Ill Bill, suicidal live ayatollah, keeps it liver than al-Qaeda soldiers
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| Sign in the name of Allah Jehovah
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| Portable wars, the blowjobs never stop
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| Freak bitches won’t stop, sniffin' till their nose pop
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| Nose candy enthusiast
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| Bitches able to swallow an entire one liter bottle, abuser shit
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| We super gangsta, accurately cruising for bangers
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| Ya’ll in the womb rappers, happily remove you with hangers
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| We move like a federation of terror
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| Put you under the dirt, cus ain’t no room in this equation for error |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Thousands to M's , by - Raekwon. Song from the album The Vatican Mixtape, Vol. 1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп