Raekwon - Crane Style Lyrics
(feat. Busta Rhymes)[Intro: Raekwon]Come on, man, you a wild dude, ChefTalk to them niggas, man, stop playing, manFor real, man[Raekwon:]Redskin leather, Indian sexPair of fresh Mocs on, lighting Lear on my fleshLet my arm roll, fresh off the honor roll, platinum bottles of Cru'All my niggas do what I got 'em forExtra flashy grind, hit 'em with a crisp rhymeLines is nothing, blunt out, ***** himAll we know is jewelry and I mashed that, everybody excitedTo see whatever bling on, smash thatClever, more like a fox and ox togetherTwo stainless glocks, rocks and a featherYeah, I'm from the lead era, shoot atAnything that move, and move out AmericaAnd all we ever want is needed, seen itLike a young Filipino in Kuwait getting treatedHeavy horror armor, spike a ***** like herHalf a pound of good weed, then float through GowanusBrilliant master, sixteenth chapel in the AppleFlooded up, Warridge wackosPark Hillians getting hillions, that means millionsAll on feet like Nigerian[Busta Rhymes:]Shallah, I got 'emHeat-seeking missile spit, don't even try to hide, niggaSizzle through your skin bars, call me cyanide, *****Try me if you want, homey, violation's a no-noI am the health hazard, skull & bone, poisonous logoUnleash the dragon, massacre the sceneI'm spitting, burn a hole through the speaker,And start melting the street upSomebody please call the fire departmentAnd I'm a strong believer,Ya'll know that I ain't the one to start withCause once the fuse is lit and we strike a match and the spark smellMy fangs bleed and we nam them up like ox tailYa'll see what's happening, ya'll know what the truth isSomebody please ask Shallah Rae why he making me do thisCause once I finish dudes, it's unfortunate for them yappersThrow them in the trash, they ain't no recycling bin for rappersI microphone control, it's the current dominant factorThe records been bodied, I personally request the pastor, gone
