Last Trip to Scotland

[Intro: Raekwon]

Yo, what up, what's good?

Yeah, nigga, hold this money right here, yeah

We already got them mapped out, you know

Alright, don't even stress it

Niggas got mad coke inside the Luvs pampy

Luvs Pampers box, nigga

Them niggas is stupid

[Verse 1: Raekwon]

That nigga pussy doing pig latin, he can't come to the hood

Might kill him off top up in the Staten

Son think he better than niggas, I think his rebels is resentful

Tried to kill him in his rental

He had an Idi Amin approach, hitting the roach

Had a hunger face, he drove his moms Seven in the ocean

It's a wild cowboy sling heroin, who rock the dead arm

Knocked the DEA agent out his Cheron

All his Eli's, macheted up, stainless --

You never heard nothing, all you hear is the guns blaze

Rocking pastel blazers, with a shorty from Iceland

Who old dad put him up on rice and

Starving to make a wack debut, he came through the lobby

Three coacher Devilles with him, a whitey, it's pathetic

Ragged monkey face, faggot dead it

Coming through the stairs with blow in his mouth, desperate

Watching him looking stupid, son know we on foot patrol

Come through the hole, niggas is spooking

Seven hundred shots, all leather gloves, six thugs

Two had a mask on, he took 'em off what

We got you now, nigga, blowing you down, niggas is foul

This is trauma king, by any means, blaow

They pushed his face in, fell out his Saucony's, snatched his homeys

Took his Glock, you gon' be my tenderoni?

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]

Uh!

Metal exchanges, the hood's the gun range

Everybody's a target depending on how you aim

Dice games and ice chains, pendant spelling your name

OG's setting the wrong example, tellin' the same

Look at Shorty Shitstain, grew up to be a fucking mess

Before his clique came, he bang and never tucked his chest

Closet full of them thangs, he caught the gun connect

Riding 'round with ''A'' and ''Lil' Nino'' and they want respect

Son cool, Nino want the show

Everybody know they straight shippin' hood bitches to the bungalow

Pillow talkin' let the birds hawk it

Chattin' bout what happened, and when and what they coming back in

Champagne slackin', traffickin' while they travel

Word got back the old time friends and snakes rattled

Two different 'burbans, but the one that dropped the birds got tailed.. Information for the ones that like to steal, got mailed

Pussy power made the plans sour

Apartment full of party powder, outside a stakeout for hours

Click clacks from big gats and rags

Soon as the door squeaks they runnin' up on the grass

Bang, flash! Shots ride on path of broken glass

Comedy laughs, while they haul ass with the bags

Legends in my hood played back, twin Benzes whippin' in black

And that was like the old Maybach