[Intro: Raekwon & Mean Doe Green]
Turn this up, right here
Yeah - Mean Doe Green
Do this for my little Prince, right here
Knahmsayin'?
Listen up - Mean Doe Green
Prince Junior, soon to be a king
Uh huh - Mean Doe Green
Yeah turn it up, turn it up, turn it up
Turn it up, we need volume
We need volume
We need volume, son
[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Yo, yo, check this shit out
Nothin' but, raw shit, this Shao Lex
We on a real thick kanish route[? 0:27]
Plato's, Kato
Young, get rich God
We the top tomato
High top, wolly[? 0:31] suede though
Yo, sit back, mark it in my v[? 0:34]
Damn, it's me
Watchin' little me's, pleas
Diabolic lecto
Vet style collect dough
Better gram my man
Ten G's side bet though
Power, what's the word? Let's blossom
V[? 0:45] pulled out the heat, everybody feet play opossum
[Verse 2; Mean Doe Green]
Escaped adolescence with thugs
Crips and Bloods
Drug money, birds of pray
Hugs[? 0:51] that taste funny
Slept on, like Brandy Moss[? 0:53]
Too many seasons
Navigate these on anger
Reasons of parent
Real niggas are few
Serpents, stay by the fruit
Tryna continentally divide my loot
I subtract the negative
Make room, for the predators
More debatin' these verb, nouns, and numbers, like thunder
Y'all stay plottin', like I don't know that ya locusts
Send a nigga get a gram to get you back on focus
What it cook like? Holla back when the price is droppin'
Y'all just like devils with ya plots and shiet...
[Verse 3: Raekwon]
Yeah, what up? My son speak real one, slap your skeezer
Chart-climbin' like we on lows[? 1:21] freezer[? 1:22]
What up? Rap niggas dead up
Plus fed up, shut up
Analyze C.R.E.A.M. team set up
Raw, right, remember like, '88 when niggas was hype?
Heavy chain hung down on all white
These faggot niggas scare me
Break bread while I holler "Hear me!"
Shit O'Leary
I'm six niggas really
Reptiles, fuckin' up the set, while pythons are icons
Still be, floatin' to the death
[Verse 4: Mean Doe Green]
I'm up early, birds chirpin'
Instant birth, fall blowin'
Streets howlin', wolves stay prowlin'
Finally see the sun smilin', through the clouds
Put it down against the grain
Bring pain, I must
Threw the hush puppies on, poppin' my collar
Once again hit the block, I escape with the street scholars
Dice dumpin', got a pasta hurtin'
What a crooked spine
Label my crooked mind, listen up
[Verse 5: Raekwon]
Word to grandma, all the way to Canada Allah
Spark a landmark
Prolly 40 grand in the park
Fly Lassie
Thousand dollar sweatpants, flashy
Shop a GT to Tallahassee
[Verse 6: Mean Doe Green]
Man you know how we do it, lookin' sensible
Value flagrant intentional though, if money's the principle
Genuine draft pick, loaded gun grinnin'
If we losin', you not winnin', get at me
Reels twist, with no shine, deliberately
Dirt orientated, blue collar, for every penny
Specialist, dough treacherous
National and locally
It was a golden hand that wrote me
Quote me
[Verse 7: Raekwon]
Just a slang lord, Kangol[? 2:32] award
Bulletproof Durango[? 2:33]
Trillion tri-colored chainlord
Major, unbalanced flavor
Naval promotional navigator
Throw tapes, you're throwin' paper
Scrape ya, love to hate ya
I must son this, mic realness
Mother Nature
What up? Call it out, let's get involved
Revolve, six digits a man
A million on the wall
[Verse 8: Mean Doe Green]
Peep the wisdom, in street verdicts
I noticed, got your hate beams on high lately
Third eye ain't focused
Heavy mic, Chevy drivin'
Bumper dented, if I said it I meant it like, come and get it, please
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