Google That

[Verse 1: Styles P]

Shifty, low-down, gritty, and grimy

Like Fredro -- fuck it, I get the bread though

I'll take the nine and buck it up at your head, though

I'll run your jewels, you do it because I said so

Ride around the hood with niggas that let the lead go

I would never rat, told my lawyers to tell the Feds so

Word to the bullpen sandwich and the bedroll

Like Starks in the Game of Thrones, let my head roll

Real nigga, nigga real

Team full of shooters, willing to pull the trigger still

If they see you ain't got it, they'll take it from you

If they feel like you pussy, they'll be waiting for you

I ain't pussy, go 'head and wait

You the dickhead that the bullet's gon' penetrate

Dead nigga, dumb nigga

Fuck you up, kill the shit, noose, redrum nigga

[Hook: N.O.R.E.]

I really drink Tiger Balm (you could Google that)

And I shot niggas too (you could Google that)

See, I smoke big (you could Google that)

You heard of me a little bit? (you could Google that)

Fuck niggas (you could Google that)

Nigga, fuck the other side (you could Google that)

Fuck niggas (you could Google that)

Nigga, fuck the other side (you could Google that)

[Verse 2: N.O.R.E.]

I'm from the era of the stick house

Where niggas used to cook bricks at the chick house after you re-up

Dominicans, Washington Heights, they had me up

Dimelo; weather so cold, it's like three below

My kicks stay fresh like a brand-new baby ass

I found a Chinese chick with a crazy ass

I call her "Suck-Me-Off" -- all she did was suck me off

All she want was won tons, soup, and some butter-soft

Leather; she told me that she Googled my name up

Shootings, robberies, and big coke came up

See, I'm an accurate shooter through your medula

You could get your ruler

Bought a missile the size of Zab Judah

I smoke weed, no other shit

The widow's getting high off some other shit

You could keep that, respect to you

Get out of line, put the heater to your neck to you

[Hook: N.O.R.E.]

I really drink Tiger Balm (you could Google that)

And I shot niggas too (you could Google that)

See, I smoke big (you could Google that)

You heard of me a little bit? (you could Google that)

Fuck niggas (you could Google that)

Nigga, fuck the other side (you could Google that)

Fuck niggas (you could Google that)

Nigga, fuck the other side (you could Google that)

[Verse 3: Raekwon]

We get more money than Google, y'all niggas is doo-doo

Throw the Mac in your mouth and butt-fuck your boo-boo

Yeah, pause, little pussy, I'm the cable man

Flow direct, your ho I wreck, horse dick stable man

Black Trump, nigga, with fat pockets

Crooked like Jesse Jackson in a black watching

Broke niggas with rich whores

Run off in the Hamptons, sawed-off and get yours

Homies rock the freshest since AJ Lester's

Cooling on Orchard, buying shoes and vest-es

Why pretending who in it? Yo, we winning, y'all sent it

I post in the Ghost, the German Lugers is spitting

Pocket full, rock the wool, Chevys'll stop the bull

Raising the gauge, ramming his cocky wolves

LeFrak, Yonkers, and Staten wolves

Niggas take massive pulls, so now we blast and them bastards move

[Hook: N.O.R.E.]

I really drink Tiger Balm (you could Google that)

And I shot niggas too (you could Google that)

See, I smoke big (you could Google that)

You heard of me a little bit? (you could Google that)

Fuck niggas (you could Google that)

Nigga, fuck the other side (you could Google that)

Fuck niggas (you could Google that)

Nigga, fuck the other side (you could Google that)