This Shit Hard

[Hook] Fuck a middleman, I can get it direct Cook it up, watch it bubble in that pyrex This shit hard, that's what I'm talking 'bout This shit hard, that's what I'm talking 'bout I could show you how to make a killing in them projects All I need is some powder and a pyrex This shit hard, that's what I'm talking 'bout This shit hard, that's what I'm talking 'bout [Verse 1] Yeah, I'm getting fronted by the boat, waiting 'til they catapault Raw organic blow, straight off the banana boat Frantic when them birds landed, niggas damn near had a stroke ?? shook a can of coke Voila as the baking soda merging Agua, make it up bubble up like detergent Start off soft when I whip it, work it Come back hard like a nigga from his first bid Yeah, this is the type of shit that hook your mayor Marion, rich, pure, white like an Aryan Met him at the Sheraton, reminded me of Pablo Giving me his spiel while I inhale cigar smoke He said I supply it through private cargo You need to find a pilot that could fly you to Chicago And back to the condo to come up with a plan I met a plug, cutting out the middleman [Hook] [Verse 2] Yeah, ?? shit smell like fish scale, cocaine Let the water boil then I cook it on the low flame Whipping up the whole thing with a box of Arm & Hammer, shit coming back like karma Pull it out the water, the icing on the cake Let it dry, paper towels sitting on a plate Scrape the shake out the pot, the feeling on his face So numb that he try to tell me how it tastes Hit the cookie with the razor, make it crumble Nigga at the kitchen table wrapping up bundles Caught carpel tunnel in your wrist I'll be damned Got the whole hood looking like Zombie Land Now I'm at the dock, directing the van back Forklift the pallet, ripping off the saran wrap White like anthrax, nigga met the birdman Now I got them things transported through a ?? [Hook] [Verse 3: Raekwon] Ayo, the Carlos Slim of the hood Champion hoodie, what's goodie I'll put y'all niggas on and I'm fully A gangsta 'til I'm gone Been blessed with these ounces for so long Giving niggas money for their moms This bail paper right here is backup I'm leaving the country, need a trillion on my arm to live comfy Back up, my spots is like leopards I come through with shepherds Shoulder strap on, black Louis black bombers Yeah the police is scared and it's weird 400 thousand, take them there You know it's all of us, one crack you can't even spam I'm not doing jail for racketeering My niggas gangsta for sure We'll shoot anything, just open the door We get it in, we want RBC money Ready with black crack, running back to the crib, they coming [Hook]