Flowers (Original Version)

[Intro: Raekwon]

Yeah

(Just had to catch it, you know?)

That was locked, you know?

(That was Gorillas, gorillas)

Tranquilize, tranqulize, yo

Yeah, yeah, c'mon

Ayo, what is it, lord?

[Verse 1: Raekwon]

See me in the club, got a gun on my leg

Select paper and invade all the illest niggas, tally up paid, yo

Live Crew meetin', layin' in the lab with robes of fly Mo

We hold all niggas eatin'

Racquetball gangsters, unleash the law, straight up

Colorful drawers, bad whores on the weekend

Eat it raw style like flounder

Fuckin' with mine or how we design, my niggas might find ya

Layin' in the Tropics, big dick shit on park

The way his Clarks look, niggas on topics

Movin' out, colored Durangos, picture me broke

That's like picturе rich niggas with the same coats

Or rich niggas with the samе coke

[Verse 2: Method Man]

You can catch us cruisin', ballin' a ship, fully equipped

On a StarTAC, callin' a bitch, I'm what you get

When that Absolut and Hennessy mix (Ultimate! Ultimate!)

Wu shit, my whole clique (Ultimate! Ultimate!)

Rub-a-dub, ass in the club, showin' me love

Sayin' "Peace" to the niggas that thug, I got the drugs

And the .38, snub-nose, striking a pose

Baby girl spilled her drink on my clothes, the new Girbauds

Louis Rich, Hot Nikks, nigga, what's happenin'?

Ain't shit, holdin' my dick, smokin' a clip, thanks for askin'

Mashin' the latest fashion

Dance floor packed in, Whites, Blacks and Latins

All in together, together for worse or better

Now I put it down whether it's Methy, Method, or Meth-Tical

Rock, skate, roll, bounce

I'm bound to wreck your body as they turn the party out

[Verse 3: Raekwon]

All magazines lay, fly life we live

The lingo was to let y'all niggas know how niggas rep

I'm set lightin' the purple in a new Lex

Triflin' work, let's murder everything that move on the set

[Refrain: All]

Y'all better pay Big Mama for using his lyrics

Y'all better pay Big Mama for using his lyrics

You better pay Big Mama for using his lyrics

Y'all better pay Big Mama for using his lyrics

[Verse 4: Superb]

And my mouth stay dry 'cause I swallow the struggle

I might connect you to a VCR after they plug you

I'm not a gangster and I hate thugs, too

I'm just a nigga that paint a picture without a paintbrush, too

Without a paintbrush, too

[Verse 5: Ghostface Killah]

Bulletproof Wallets, 20 G kitchen sets made out of Korea

Top Sear, gots to be a lots to see a rocks

Knots we re'd up behind the stove askin' how Maria popped Lea

Cursed out Nia, burst out her purse

With the gods you jeer from Stark's Pizzeria

Peace, hate to be ya (Uh-huh), especially when them shots ring off

In slow motion when your head hit the meter

You lost two liters, at the same case speeder

Peter slid through, shook 'em down for his reefer

James chased Theresa with a hatchet on Easter

Two murders in the hood, we call it double features

Watch how I eat this, freak the best teacher

After prayer with the preacher, I get skied in the bleachers

And your girl, I might eat her

I'm a lover, not a biter (Word up), I still catch her for a pizza

[Bridge: Superb]

You can be as good as the rest of them or as bad as the worst

So don't hate me, you better move over, yeah

[Outro: Ghostface Killah]

You fucking idiots! (Yo, uh-huh)

Wallets, motherfucker! (That's right)

All my shit is bulletproof (You slew-footed motherfucker!)

Bulletproof projects (Yeah), Bulletproof Wallets (Duck fiend)

R.A.G.U., you heard, you bird-ass niggas (Word)

Y'all niggas ain't got a chance, chance, chance, chance