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Featuring Freddie Gibbs (Intro: Raekwon) Talk this one out man Know what I mean? Nothin I dont deserve it man (Verse 1: Raekwon) Whats good scientist? talk to me kid Hows life working? keep your money up dead killers murkin niggas I'm strong been through mountains I’m like Martin once Spartan Guaranteed to blow up your start week My measurements is ordinance Little bit flashy, naw Im lyin I'm all cashmere with glasses Yeah I'm flashy dont come through flashin that shit Light a whole big blunt to this shit We sit around the table here it goes It’s yours, mines, his, hers, what? This what it does Just keep it in the family all love Let’s put the plugs together and cake up Build up the buzz I write for real niggas who down Bring your hound with you Letras de cancionesThrow em a jewel with a meat on it Now did you analyze it like a 27 inch Give me the wrench So we can throw a niggas some heroin and gina finch? (Bridge: Freddie Gibbs) Yeah, whats the mother fuckin sign baby? Gangsta Gibbs aka Eastside slim aka Freddie Cane man be Be heaven in the mother fuckin bitch Know what Im sayin? Nigga dont do it this year Nigga rappin and shit you know what Im saying? Nigga goin tour overseas shit nigga Aint really rob no niggas Still sell dope though nigga (Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs) Yeah ugh, Bitch I’m from the ski mask school house Life stay complicated and toxicated and gooned out And niggas aint graduated but they can relate with they tool belt That 2 for 10 crack stems, needles and spoons out Ooh, I need some paper Ooh my fingers itchin I wish Santa Claus would put a brick under my tree for christmas A new wig for my bitch and two choppers off in my stocking Baking soda you a lockin you copin droppin the process Signed my life right on the dotted line Wrote it in blood got my uncle wiping down my ties Told em Ima thug, niggas know I rap for most of my days I rap with my blood, before I see my platinum album I see my day with the judge fuck it When I die tell my mama Im in the mafia .... by the school scoop me up from the party A party you wanna stop but you cant give up the sport Little stole pyrex and fort Shouts to H New York, nigga (Outro: Raekwon) Talk to me big homie, whats the signs? You know what it is, we under that building heavy All condom mother fuckin Military shit on nigga You know what Im sayin? We organize nothing but real mission We put it down in a special way Make errybody comfortable If you get out a line You gon see, I aint gon talk to you I'm just gon write it out You know what Im sayin? But all this is mother fuckin real and not cosmetic No loose shit over here nigga We wear full size shit Full size gear, full size clothes You know what Im sayin? We traveling in a great way And we out for the best I shot every real nigga out there take care of themself Take care of yourself, thats number one You know what Im sayin Cause these kind of lines right here You might not hear no more These is raw rhymes, these is raw lines This is like, nigga Im a prophet Ya'll ready know man From Letras Mania