Raid

[Verse 1: Pusha T] I’m only in the company of kings I made a power move and it’s everything it seems Before 'Ye signed me, I was getting out my dreams Standing on the shoulders of twenty-thousand fiends Every time a nigga wanna try and turn a profit Folks rush in, three letters try and stop it F-B-I-R-S, D-E-A One letter short but still motherfuck the DA We play by the rules as they try to crack the code Combination locks to the kilo’s that I hold Leopard print Louboutins prowling the concrete Rollerballs come alive just like Jumanji You know where to find me Greenhouse a circle of top whores Mandarin, Gansevoort, any them top floors 35 large, took it right out the top drawer Still got a throwaway phone in my sock drawer [Chorus: Pharrell Williams] It’s like Raid! Spraying on you roaches The AK is an animal, it is ferocious A nigga wanna sing, hope he is the dopest Watch that nigga disappear; hocus pocus Ring, ring, a nigga won't sing Ring, ring, I keep that bitch clean Ring, ring a nigga won't sing 'Less he is an insomniac, he'll die in a dream [Verse 2: 50 Cent] You can tell I went to school on a small yellow bus Never bothered me, strong arm robbery I went from powdered jelly donuts to taking them Os From my high school sweetheart to fucking with hoes Look, I’m all grown up and I done blown up Nigga, ain't much changed; in fact, things are the same I’m the definition of shooter, gun of choice, the Ruger You’ll take my word for it or make me do it to ya I’m a magnet to murder, when I’m in the mood Get convicted through the forensics when you walk in my shoes I’m bad news, you niggas know the verdict, I’m filthy Drop Phantom is milky, white on white 24 inch blades, I'm skatin' Red eyes, smoking that bomb shit, I'm Satan Nigga, surprise, 50 back on fire 50 back running round this bitch strapped, hitman for hire [Chorus: Pharrell Williams] It’s like Raid! Spraying on you roaches The AK is an animal, it is ferocious A nigga wanna sing, hope he is the dopest Watch that nigga disappear; hocus pocus Ring, ring, a nigga won't sing Ring, ring, I keep that bitch clean Ring, ring a nigga won't sing 'less he is an insomniac he'll die in a dream, ugh! [Verse 3: Pusha T] I sit with the liars, duck tape and tiers Been lost their soul, they just waiting on the fire Innocent faces with a shitload of priors Something out of nothing, a team full of MacGyvers Deep-sea dive for the fishscale Tryna find a better price? Man, that ship sailed Take a breath and head back if that shit failed Drop weight like an anchor; then, you set sail Hell freeze over like the watch I put the sleeve over Engine devil-scream when I turn the key over Pirellis on the street rolling like a steamroller Bitches double-team when I have my sleepovers Yuugh! Re-Up Gang with the G-Unit This is tailor-made, drug dealer theme music Test it on your tongue or either watch a fiend do it I got you hooked and I laugh as you lean to it [Chorus: Pharrell Williams] It’s like Raid! Spraying on you roaches The AK is an animal, it is ferocious A nigga wanna sing, hope he is the dopest Watch that nigga disappear; hocus pocus Ring, ring, a nigga won't sing Ring, ring, I keep that bitch clean Ring, ring a nigga won't sing 'Less he is an insomniac he'll die in a dream