Yearning for Your Love

[Verse: Raekwon]

Yo, I'm gonna roll some trees up and think about life

Grab a wife, make her queen, throw a baby in her spleen, get right

Write a cheque, be a team, stay one, who give a fuck when they come

Blow her right, pay out and get aight

Cheque writers this goes for you, check the vet writers

All 40'ing up, we respect biters

Drinking on dead cash and coins and goons of rap

That's when I come through with fly heads and Nikes on a track

I'm a track nigga attacking a track, strictly rap nigga

Piece of the A, my South niggas track niggas, dead niggas

All the above, we love [?]

Y'all niggas stay paid and ask me for shit

We just a far little caked up, baked up, a thumb up

Plunge ya, pluck ya lady up, backshop, we run jump blunts up

Doing our thing, I'm [?] down

With a couple round on me, homie feel my style out

[The Gap Band's "Yearning for Your Love" starts playing]