Firewater

[Intro]

(4:30 in the morning) Mira

(You know what I mean) Mira

Dame este culo, mami

(Give me my shit back, mira) Hey, yo

Fat Joe and them is here now, word

(Shine like marbles) Collects diamonds

(The remix) Yo, add on, son

Politic for the real ones (Yo)

[Chorus: Raekwon]

We gettin' knots like stockbrokers who own Marriotts

Blast shots for all my niggas who splash cops

The rich Corleone camp is here, thousand and one

Corner son, fake a jack, you be a goner

[Verse 1: Raekwon]

Yo, control this rap like Napoleon, half-Mongolian

Hold it, you owe me in, rock 'em like linoleum, yeah

Lex, diamonds, shinin' like you rhymin', 929-in'

Titanium glass, time to play that ass

Whirlwinds of French, come movin' intense

Time to pull again, release the shell, well, make 'em yell again

So sleek, but I'ma be maxin' in suites

Countin' your paper and countin' your sheeps

Hittin' your chick in Jeeps

Miraculously attack your faculty

Who wanna tackle me? You Jack Mack, kidnap 'em for free

What? You got heat, you better pop those

We movin' like gestapos through underground potholes

That rock those, much land discoveries

Chrome rims, sippin' bubbly

Who livin' lovely? Half a brick to cover me

So dissin' me, come on now, listen, G

You's a dime, I'm a key

Thun-thun, straight out of Sicily

Now back to the stash crib

Joey Crack baggin' up cracks

One love, give 'em G-Packs, kids

[Chorus: Raekwon]

We gettin' knots like stockbrokers who own Marriotts

Blast shots for all my niggas who splash cops

The rich Corleone camp is here, thousand and one

Corner son, fake a jack, you be a goner

[Verse 2: Fat Joe]

Word, life, I'll be the infamous

Who leaves no witnesses, crack's the wickedest

Run up in your crib, blast your kids

Ain't no myth in this, shit's official

I'll pistol-whip you with my Smith & Wesson

'Cause my obsession with sendin' rappers to Heaven gives me an erection

You need protection from the smooth assassin

Who really moves at action, blastin' mothafuckas

Execution fashion

Now who's the fat one that you love to hate?

Catch you at your mother's wake, smack you

Then I'll wack you with my snub .38

It doesn't take much to make me restless

Look at my face and definite lose your breath

Truck up, my face is Lexus

You want to test this, so really?

I'll make one call and have the whole Wu comin' on the ferry

I'm very dangerous and well-connected

I puff an L with Method

Then try to decide who's next to fill his neck slit

So respected and admired, the boss retired, you lost

Wu-Tang, your Terror Squad, vaya con Dios

[Chorus: Raekwon]

We gettin' knots like stockbrokers who own Marriotts

Blast shots for all my niggas who splash cops

The rich Corleone camp is here, thousand and one

Corner son, fake a jack, you be a goner

[Verse 3: Armageddeon]

You guys despise guys like us

Guys like us, disgust like Spartacus

You cuss and claim a bust

You lust for a part of us, you thrust, but can't touch

Plus, we far from any type of fellas you can trust

Put the pressure on the mic, I biz press to your chest

Sound like sweat on my back, we're having sex, tight-ass flex

Pretty Pocahontas, pussy sweet like my new TEC

Sis' got curves like a GS, 300 Lex

My body's 95% alcohol, 5% cancer

Sosa diamonds, Getty, Lucci, blaze it up like Bonanza

Catch me in the cut, easy G's is burnin' my gut

As I remember my menage-à-trois was minded by sluts

I question-mark your heart, punctuate your fate

All your verbs and predicates done as well as you pronunciate

N-O-F, we're gonna break you off the isle

Take C.O.s hostage Arab style, no surrender

[Chorus: Raekwon]

We gettin' knots like stockbrokers who own Marriotts

Blast shots for all my niggas who splash cops

The rich Corleone camp is here, thousand and one

Corner son, fake a jack, you be a goner

[Verse 4: Big Punisher]

Yo, I'm all about business and enterprisin'

Advisin' financial advisors on franchisin' to widen their horizons

Divisin' ideas with master-minders

Movin' on a stash with Diamonds

First we get the cash, then we laugh like mynas

Don't get me wrong, I'm a funny bastard

But when it come to money, done, I'm not the one to laugh with

I'm after for what cash can bring me, brothers

Me and my demon lovers blast and laugh like hyenas

Back to Ringling Brothers

Believe them others you're the best

Yes, and still I'm investin' mils on a hunch over lunch

Puffin' on a Chesterfield

Who want test the real scandalous?

I'm at the Sands in Los Angeles

Plannin' hits with anonymous philanthropists

Spanish kids, close to God like evangelists

Choppin' niggas up and makin' sandwiches

[Chorus: Raekwon]

We gettin' knots like stockbrokers who own Marriotts

Blast shots for all my niggas who splash cops

The rich Corleone camp is here, thousand and one

Corner son, fake a jack, you be a goner