featuring 12 O'Clock



Intro: Raekwon



Yeah yeah that's us

Hit me hit me hit me I ain't got nothin to do with none of that

Besides whatever

Louis Rich Diamonds (yeah)

12 O'Clock Gambinos

Those crazy boneyard boys is back once again



Verse One: 12 O'Clock



It's nine six I'ma bang you with some hits

In two thousand six I got my son makin hits

A nine to five it's a job to survive

F--k the lies and connives and all them company bribes

I'm Family Ties for my seeds I'd die

I want the whole f--kin pie save them slice for eighty-fives

And besides, see I never had a million

Got beefs that got millions and in buy-outs worth billions

Knotty n-gga with a plan platinum jam

Found a million fans in the Lexus to the Lands

So whose the cat in the comfy black Ac?

As a matter of fact, I sick/six fingers I'm from fat

My projects be the livest that it gets

Watch me ---- back Tex and do murders in the backsteps

I want that b---h with a Lex, a house out in New Mex

She disrespect, she buys a Rolex

12 O'Clock sells you stock business

Drive in Benzes, see my dog were tremendous

In case I didn't mention

I'm killin your whole startin team and all them n----z on the benches

So please play your distance

I'm givin a sentence that pull more pain than a dentist

Most def, I'm professional

Twenty G's a show, Germany to Tokyo

Show me lies, suck my beach

I got fans in Puerto Rico that love what I throw



Chorus: Raekwon



Introducing these nasty immigrants

Who want to flinch, move on him he got bank like Merill/Lynch

Styles recorded like a porcelain swordsman

So let RaZAh rip across your face, you're frosting



Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef



Push this s--t out like nine months

Rock Swahali and suede fronts, get paid from n----z

lifestyle, like a knife in a child

Mail the brick out, Israel, mistrial, blowin like fish scale

Wu, dominate s--t majorly, flavorly

Jubilant cats they keep pagin me

Peace what's the signs ock?

Fruit of life like the apricot

Cocktails tossin em at cops on blocks

Park Hillian, drug hillbillies made billions

Get a gun, kidnap, eight nine Jimmyians

Yo, he had about this amount in his Swiss account

Gunnin this out we reminesces on this b---h's house

Back in time, was a bad fiend

Now I flex mad green get cream seven-fifty n----l gleam

Say hi to chocolate t--i f----d lives

Stop and analyze in eighty-five Hawaiian c--e flex three lives

Caesar Halfmoon, pardon my scalp

Buildin and breathin

You front I'll leave your ass bleedin and sweetened



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