Yearning for Your Love

[Verse: Raekwon] Yo, I'm gonna roll some trees up and think about life Grab a wife, make her queen, throw a baby in her spleen, get right Write a cheque, be a team, stay one, who give a fuck when they come Blow her right, pay out and get aight Cheque writers this goes for you, check the vet writers All 40'ing up, we respect biters Drinking on dead cash and coins and goons of rap That's when I come through with fly heads and Nikes on a track I'm a track nigga attacking a track, strictly rap nigga Piece of the A, my South niggas track niggas, dead niggas All the above, we love [?] Y'all niggas stay paid and ask me for shit We just a far little caked up, baked up, a thumb up Plunge ya, pluck ya lady up, backshop, we run jump blunts up Doing our thing, I'm [?] down With a couple round on me, homie feel my style out [The Gap Band's "Yearning for Your Love" starts playing]