Raekwon - Last Trip To Scotland Lyrics
(feat. Lloyd Banks)[Intro: Raekwon]YoWhat up manWhat's goodGimme the joint manYea, nigga hold this money right hereWe already got it knocked out ya knowDon't stress itWe good"Niggaz got mad coke inside a Luvs... Luvs Pamper box nigga"Ya niggaz is stupid[Raekwon:]That nigga ***** doin pig LatinHe can't come to the hoodMight kill him off top up in the StatenSon think he better than niggazI think his rebels is resentfulTried to kill him in his rentalHe had an Idi Amin approachHittin the roach, had a hunger faceHe drove his mom's 7 in the oceanHe's a wild cowboy slangin' heronWho rock a dead armKnock a DEA agent out his ChevronAll of his Eli's machette'd up stainless[Sample]Never heard nothing, all you hear is the guns bangin'Rockin' pastel blazers with a shorty from IcelandWho old dad put 'em up on white sandStarving to make a wack debut he came through the lobbyThree culture Devilles with him, a whiteyThis pathetic, braggin' monkey face faggot deadedComin' through the stairs with blow in his mouth, desperateWatchin' him lookin' stupid, son know we on foot patrolCome through the hole, niggaz is swoopin'700 shots, all leather gloves, 6 thugsTwo had a mask on, they took 'em off whatWe got you now nigga knowin' you downNiggaz is foul, this is trauma king, by any means baowThey pushed his face in, fell out his SaconiesSnatched his homeys, took his GlockYou gonna be my Tenderonies?[Lloyd Banks:]Metal exchanges, the hoods a gun rangeEverybody's a target, depending on how you aimDice games and ice chains, pennants spellin' your nameOG's settin' the wrong example, tellin' the sameLook at Shorty Shit Stain, grew up to be a *****in' messBefore his clique cameHe banged and never tucked his chestProject full of them thangs he caught the gun connectRidin' round with A and Lou, Nino when they want respectSon cold, Nino want to showEverybody know they straight shippin' hood *****es to the bungalowPillow talking led to birds talkingChattin' bout what happened and when and where they comin' back inChampagne slackin' traffickin' while they travelWord got back at old time friends and snakes rattledTwo different 'burbans but the one that dropped the birds got tailedInformation for the ones who light the steel got mill.***** power made the plans sourApartment full of party powder outside a stakeout for hoursClick clacks from big gats and ragsSoon as the door squeaks they runnin' up on the grassBANG FLASH shots right on path, broken glassComedy of laughs while they haul ass with the bagsLegends in my hood play backTwin Benz's whippin' in blackAnd that was like the old Maybach
