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**lf****lf****lf****lf****lf****lf****lf****lf** **lf** **lf** **lf** **lf** **lf** **lf** **lf** **lf****lf****lf****lf****lf****lf****lf****lf****lf** f/ Ghostface Killah, Polite**lf****lf****lf****lf**[Intro: Raekwon (Polite)]**lf****lf**Oh shit! Fuck is my watch at?**lf****lf**Shit... what the fuck?**lf****lf**Nah man, nah man, hell nah**lf****lf**These bitches is frontin**lf****lf**The fuck the shit go?**lf****lf**Them drug gangstas.**lf****lf**Yo son, you got my shit?**lf****lf**(Nah, son, I ain''t got ya shit)**lf****lf**Son you ain''t got my shit?**lf****lf**(Nah, nigga, I ain''t got ya shit)**lf****lf**Yo, son, my shit is gone**lf****lf**(Pah listen, I ain''t got ya shit**lf****lf**Lex you sure you ain''t leave it in the..)**lf****lf****lf****lf**[Raekwon]**lf****lf**I started buggin out, fell in the zone, half the bone lit**lf****lf**Passed off, rubbin on my ski hat - oh shit!**lf****lf**My blunt fell, my watch, you seen it?**lf****lf**Gleamin little young fella, he just had the stupidest look, weeded**lf****lf**Yo, I''m tired and stressed, hungry and I''m vexed**lf****lf**And I''m flippin cause these niggaz wanna play me for test**lf****lf**Shit fell off ya hand Lord? Stop it, I''m eyein niggaz in they faces**lf****lf**After that I''m goin at niggaz pockets**lf****lf**The watch, faggot yeah, y''all niggaz got my shit**lf****lf**''Yo Lex we family, I helped you cop yo'' shit''**lf****lf**Then help me find my shit!**lf****lf**Eye-ballin every fake Frankie Lymon in the joint**lf****lf**Break out, find my shit!**lf****lf**Yeah, yo now I got robbed, I smell it**lf****lf**Mad bitches walkin'' by the fella tryin'' to crochet, bitch spell it!**lf****lf**Listen trick, be out, bounce**lf****lf**Blew an ounce off of weed in the bitch face, she pulled out two white owls**lf****lf**''Everybody back the fuck up, move!**lf****lf**Chef, you actin'' like a loose cannon, Pah, with you and your dudes''**lf****lf**If my shit come up, cool**lf****lf**Matter of fact, clack-clack-clack-clack, niggas pulled out tools**lf****lf****lf****lf**[Chorus: Polite]**lf****lf**Yo yo yo yo turn the fuckin'' lights off**lf****lf**Pass the illumin'' Lord, tell the DJ turn the fuckin'' music off**lf****lf**We got announcements, we want y''all to listen clear**lf****lf**We just lose about mansion in here**lf****lf**And yo eh yo if we don''t get it back it''s gon'' be a problem**lf****lf**Then my niggas gon'' react and that''ll be a problem**lf****lf**Eighty-five thou'' gone we got a fuckin'' problem**lf****lf**Ain''t nobody leavin'' alive until we find ''em**lf****lf****lf****lf**[Ghostface Killah]**lf****lf**Excuse me, Miss, no I ain''t havin'' it**lf****lf**I smacked him with the four pound, bitch hit the ground**lf****lf**Then I stepped off, dropped out the shit**lf****lf**Equipped with the dipped courdouroy Bailey''s with the cream stitch**lf****lf**Powerhouse biscuits that blow roofs off**lf****lf**Rae watch is missin'', you take ya boots off**lf****lf**And take off those chaaaaaiiiiiiinnnns**lf****lf**The fat fuck thought I was playin'' so I started sprayin**lf****lf**Chicks hit the floor, bottles broke**lf****lf**The owner slid through beefin'', duke threw the toast to his throat**lf****lf**We brought the noise like we here to promote**lf****lf**My man don''t get his shit in four or five minutes yo we''re leavin'' with the**lf****lf**vote**lf****lf**A gangsta''s lotto, thirteen bodies and still climbin**lf****lf**Big shotties, bodied when they sniff body**lf****lf**We did our thing too we got to the Envy lobby**lf****lf**Our last four or five shots we see nobody**lf****lf****lf****lf**[Chorus]**lf****lf****lf****lf**[Polite]**lf****lf**Eh yo shit got real that night**lf****lf**Power grabbed him, ''Vine smacked him dead in his head**lf****lf**(Oh shit, nigga he got a magnum!)**lf****lf**Yo we all holdin'', rollin**lf****lf**Grab a nigga, search him if he front, fuck it, blow him!**lf****lf**Watchin'' niggas foldin**lf****lf**The bartender got a shotgun in his hand**lf****lf**Let off, the wheelchair nigga got him and ran**lf****lf**Surround the Don, full body armor automatically on**lf****lf**The faggots passed off the watch and gone**lf****lf**(yo y''all niggas ain''t searchin'' shit!)**lf****lf**Yo where the big mouth at? Niggas step up**lf****lf**Matter of fact nigga, lie the fuck up**lf****lf**Nigga tried to swing on G''s but he a gentleman**lf****lf**Son, he dropped the dead arm but failed to see it**lf****lf**Two shot G''s pealed his meat {*starts to fade out***lf****lf**Let''s see, niggas tried to front like my niggas is weak**lf****lf**Corey pulled the truck up, C-4ed this bitch, blew it the fuck up!**lf****lf**Niggas''ll use and niggas''ll die in this mothafucka! {*explosion***lf****lf****lf****lf****lf**