Yolanda's House (feat. Raekwon & Method Man)

Yeah, yo, skinned up Nike's is scuffed

Still bugging earlier, around 4 how I escaped the bust

The way I fell crack the face of my watch

My man chantin' me, yo, I'm like run, son

Don't go up in the spot

Jettin' through bushes and backyards

Neighbors is rattin' me out

Dogs is barkin', all you hear are the cars

Sirens, I'm trying to think and toss the iron

Bomb in my sweats, got me runnin' funny

You think I'm lying, may God strike me if you don't like me

I'm tired and I'm out of breath

The weed got me tired and my heart is pounding through my chest

Tryin' to focus and make progress

That's what I get from slingin' in them projects

Next thing you know I'm in this bitch crib

Chillin', telling my story

And like this, I had her legs in the ceiling

Cooking me fries, fish sticks, hot side of them biscuits

While she doing this

The bitch still sliding on lipstick

Now I got the fat stomach on

She crackin' the Dutch

I'm playin' with her pussy on the couch

I'm ready to fuck

Like, come here Ms. Lady, where'd you put the condom box?

You finished off the last one

Oh shit, I hear the cops

Handcuffs and 'talkies, I mash the white Yorkie

Jettin' up the steps, them pigs want revenge like Porky's

So I slid here behind a wall, open the door, like ooh

I seen my man Meth, going in raw

So he jumped up, balls out, hittin' the clouds and I'm dying

Laughing, you say, yo Starks, be quiet

Let me put my drawer on, ****

What kind a dope you on, shoulda knocked before you came in

The spot, Ghost, ya wrong

Bustin' in here on that government shit

Got the chicks screamin'

Grabbin' the sheets, tryin' to cover her tits

She's asthmatic and you laughing son

I bumped my toe on the night stand

Just running, tryna to grab the gun

'Cause shit's real man, you spazzin' dun

There come a time in a man's life

He's gotta toss a pack and run

You know we family like Crack and Pun

But Mr. GFK, state your business

After that, we won

Now can it be that you're hot

You did some shit on the block

Got the cops tryin' to lock you for

Can't believe you're blowin' the spot, lord

My chick is buggin', she tripped and my dick keeps slippin'

Out my boxer drawers

Now I'm caught up in the drugs sting

**** is callin' my horn

Police is sittin' every corner we on

Can't understand it, it's a thug thing

And in the middle of thought, I'm interrupted by Shallah Raekwon

I need my money Meth, gon' to buy them hundred birds

Tell Tune get at me

All them little clients want work, he know we fresh out

Tell a kid, meet me, matter of fact, beep me

Word to mother, law the son he got me hurt

You still fucking shorty, I knew it

The big mouth bro, that be yolkin' my balls out

A little brother wanted two bricks

You know the **** licks

He made that on twenty six

All he did was make money

Hustle, he's a dick

He told me foul shit

Wow shit

That's **** wear a lot loud shit

No, that Steve Rifkind style shit

Hit me up with some talk

Him in New York, they robbed a Venezuelan ****

Stabbed his son with a fork

That was Jesus' rooster's little niece, little Lucy's father's homeboy

That's the kid who gave us a boost

He gave them thangs on their arms

Said for us to be calm and if some beef pop off

Go 'head and ring the alarm