Tradin Places-Wu-Tang

WU block! Ayo Ghost I'm about to go in right here son Yo there's no place to hide, tints on the window Three fifty-seven pointed out the ride, treat 'em like a dutch Dump his insides, blood on the door, blood on the floor They ready for the battle I'm prepared for the war Money on stupid, soldiers on call Follow you for real, chase niggas through the mall Rolls on the table I'll show you how to ball Don don I blow w**d on the weave with no shirt on I got tricks up my sleeve Suffocate flow make it hard to breathe, I don't want that b**ch I'm just that hard to leave Yea, you see the goons that I bring, D-Block chillin' with the wallaby king My Staten Island niggas they gon' let that sh*t ring, my dudes locked up hold it down in the bing Police think I'm carrying like every kind of drug, I just say what's up, no dap, no hug I just keep it movin', I see they all fake but they don't really want beef they like Common Sense and Drake