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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Raekwon
Raekwon
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Frank G
Frank G
Composer
Corey Woods
Corey Woods
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Frank Guastella
Frank Guastella
Producer
Dragan "Chach" Cacinovic
Dragan "Chach" Cacinovic
Mastering Engineer
Serge Tsai
Serge Tsai
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

My life, day one when I was caught up in it young Benetton sweaters, Kangols and guns The candy shop is where it all popped Sellin' ounces of oregano, free lunch, the spot Thinkin' all better, can't wait to bag this block Cause when I get on, my ass is just rock Do a few 1-2s and shop I get whore who's runnin' through 5th Ave, a Glock I love Polo Gear and top A few Woolrich pieces, yeah the [?] was hot Dreams and schemes to make a knot I sat on the stove and wrote "C.R.E.A.M.," one blunt 2 o'clock Gangsta hours if I'm not I'm lyin', take a shot, I put it on my 40K rock Shorty with an educated bop With flavor for days, it's all praise, who amaze you a lot Front out of drug buildings under the street lights Guns go off, we keep pipes Every kid caught in the zone, let's hope he make it home And sleep right, instead of churnin' the heat night Front out of drug buildings under the street lights Guns go off, we keep pipes Every kid caught in the zone, let's hope he make it home And sleep right, instead of churnin' the heat night Ayo maxin' with the machine guns, new [?] Tryna stay away from the jail gangs and letters My time is now, bread box is startin' to pile Homegirl got no style but I'ma lace her Catch me in a Blazer with a P9 laser Drunk get 25 thousand a razor Meet me in the mess hall, you crazy, I'm out in Jamaica Breakin' up black weed, chillin' with gangstas Fuck around high, might die on vacation Better have respect in the right place like Mike Mason Everybody smooth when the cake flip Niggas start snitchin' on the team whe they say shit Get your face lit, it's so hard to make shit Can't sit around jealous niggas, that's gay shit That's why, yo I'm just around paid shit No Minute Maid shit, no son this ain't a slave ship Front out of drug buildings under the street lights Guns go off, we keep pipes Every kid caught in the zone, let's hope he make it home And sleep right, instead of churnin' the heat night Front out of drug buildings under the street lights Guns go off, we keep pipes Every kid caught in the zone, let's hope he make it home And sleep right, instead of churnin' the heat night
Writer(s): Corey Woods, Frank J Guastella Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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