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f/ Ghostface Killah, Polite[Intro: Raekwon (Polite)]Oh shit! Fuck is my watch at?Shit... what the fuck?Nah man, nah man, hell nahThese bitches is frontinThe 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 shitLex you sure you ain''t leave it in the..)[Raekwon]I started buggin out, fell in the zone, half the bone litPassed 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, weededYo, I''m tired and stressed, hungry and I''m vexedAnd I''m flippin cause these niggaz wanna play me for testShit fell off ya hand Lord? Stop it, I''m eyein niggaz in they facesAfter that I''m goin at niggaz pocketsThe watch, faggot yeah, y''all niggaz 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 jointBreak out, find my shit!Yeah, yo now I got robbed, I smell itMad bitches walkin'' by the fella tryin'' to crochet, bitch spell it!Listen trick, be out, bounceBlew 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, coolMatter of fact, clack-clack-clack-clack, niggas pulled out tools[Chorus: Polite]Yo yo yo yo turn the fuckin'' lights offPass the illumin'' Lord, tell the DJ turn the fuckin'' music offWe got announcements, we want y''all to listen clearWe just lose about mansion in hereAnd yo eh yo if we don''t get it back it''s gon'' be a problemThen my niggas gon'' react and that''ll be a problemEighty-five thou'' gone we got a fuckin'' problemAin''t nobody leavin'' alive until we find ''em[Ghostface Killah]Excuse me, Miss, no I ain''t havin'' itI smacked him with the four pound, bitch hit the groundThen I stepped off, dropped out the shitEquipped with the dipped courdouroy Bailey''s with the cream stitchPowerhouse biscuits that blow roofs offRae watch is missin'', you take ya boots offAnd take off those chaaaaaiiiiiiinnnnsThe fat fuck thought I was playin'' so I started sprayinChicks hit the floor, bottles brokeThe owner slid through beefin'', duke threw the toast to his throatWe brought the noise like we here to promoteMy man don''t get his shit in four or five minutes yo we''re leavin'' with thevoteA gangsta''s lotto, thirteen bodies and still climbinBig shotties, bodied when they sniff bodyWe did our thing too we got to the Envy lobbyOur last four or five shots we see nobody[Chorus][Polite]Eh yo shit got real that nightPower grabbed him, ''Vine smacked him dead in his head(Oh shit, nigga he got a magnum!)Yo we all holdin'', rollinGrab a nigga, search him if he front, fuck it, blow him!Watchin'' niggas foldinThe bartender got a shotgun in his handLet off, the wheelchair nigga got him and ranSurround the Don, full body armor automatically onThe faggots passed off the watch and gone(yo y''all niggas ain''t searchin'' shit!)Yo where the big mouth at? Niggas step upMatter of fact nigga, lie the fuck upNigga tried to swing on G''s but he a gentlemanSon, he dropped the dead arm but failed to see itTwo shot G''s pealed his meat {*starts to fade out*Let''s see, niggas tried to front like my niggas is weakCorey pulled the truck up, C-4ed this bitch, blew it the fuck up!Niggas''ll use and niggas''ll die in this mothafucka! {*explosion*