Lyrics:

f/ Polite



[Chorus 2X: Raekwon]

Hug your right hand, jumped off the plane, kissed the white man

A steady act, curly hair, chubby, fly mustache nigga

Money was long, and plush hat, shit cost nine thousand

Picture me in the housing, serving much crack

Cat look at me, I'm real, lobbin' on the field

For real, I shot niggas shakin' their hands, I'm ill

Damn, one of them business man's

I just seen 'em murk a nigga, but he jerked him at the same time

(That's fam.. (Polite: oh shit))



[Raekwon]

That's fam, one of those Columbians who got money

One of those niggas might try to get up on me

Yo, damn, I need to eat, and I'm a man

I'm a stand up, nigga, I'mma handle when I'm makin' my plan

Pop, I'll take two hundred bricks, hit me

One helicopter had the super bungalo with the van

All ill technology to watch if I ran, he only gave me

Woody gave sixty eight other black mans



[Interlude: Polite]

Now.. if Pa-Blow would've kept it gangsta

None of this shit would've never happened



[Raekwon]

Now the DEA was on his ass

Slick Saucony's on, big homey takin' a blast or somethin'

Handsome big niggas around him

Surroundin' him with big glasses on, drinkin' on lances, fam

Most them niggas fastin'

Cuz when he fed niggas after that, pussy and grass

Had made backs, eight labs, his date was Miss Mass-

Achusetts, Cap eatin' fruit, tongue in his ass

You can't fuck with the cartel, you barked at it

Jabbed her and shot her in the back, I can't stand the bird

Word to furs, I need big wizes

He looked at me, 'Huh, exactly, Chef go after big bitches'

Frozen burner henchman, flash the great

Lookin' nine on me, rhinestones, no, them shits is dime stones

Hold a million dollar pound, bust something, don't trust nothin'

I'm in shock, starin' it down



[Interlude: Polite]

Now.. here's where this shit gets crazy!



[Raekwon]

The killas increase, he fell, but

Maybe a little bit, the Mediene Cartel will fail

Diego his horse, with George Young

Yo, will argue over large sales, hittin' Cuba with lumps, yeah

Call them niggas drug barons, eighty billion workers sniff

Gettin' lift ownin' Miami yo

Flips got bigger, makin' more trails

Set it out of nowhere when coppin' a jail, I'm eatin' fresh veal

Pa-Blow, the largest nigga involved

The arsenal will have sixty three hundred murders

Livin' in apartments, wild he violated flight a Bianca

Took two hundred niggas down but two men houndin' him

The fuckin' cockroches posin' the on six million dollars sold

We're eatin' enchilada, goat cheese pasta

Yeah we're drippin' it with more salsa

And then they rushed in, found him on the roof dead in his boxers

But it wasn't him.



[Outro: Polite]

The story.. oh shit.. mothafucka!

Hahahahaha