Canal streetftd-Raekwon

[Intro: Raekwon] Aiyo, ya'll ready right? (professionals) Aight None of that fronting sh*t, neithers, ni**a, it's broad day (immediatly, ni**a) (What the f**k ni**a talking bout?) Word up, the store is over there, Ni**a, let's go (Have I ever fronted on you ni**a? Yo, you grab the three from him, You grab the heatholders) Yeah, we got the big jewelry in the window (you grab the watches, ni**a) You seen that sh*t? You seen that other sh*t? (You better come out and Do something, ni**a) Right, good good, that's me right there, aiyo you, everybody come out All you gotta do is just come with the bricks, son I got a big brick in the muthaf**king little bag, ni**a Take that, just smash the sh*t out Bout four-five niggas gon' spit it - [gunshots] Move! Let's go. police, come on son! They right down the block, ni**a Ya'll got that? You check the train station, one son (Good!) [Raekwon:] All of our fathers is bank robbers, holding techs Eighths of heroin, shooting in the steps In the 60's, niggas was poor, check the revelation Now we rock six fifties in the snow AK's, AR's, wire jaws, say ours Wirecell frames in the rain, Marvin Gaye on Goose bubbles on, stuck in the huddle, trynna transform Every gram action to a sandstorm Fly through my block you live, make a b**ch stop Have your sh*t cocked, yo, niggas might dive on you All we wear is Filas, Guess, suede fronts, beehives Bally sneakers, big jewels, Levi's [Chorus: Raekwon] Back to slinging every 45 minutes G's fleeing, fiends is in the building OD'ing The drugs is in the ground, burners on the side of our legs It's gonna happen so you know we low keying Yeah, can't sell in here, yup, I said it Yeah, can't tell in here, they won't credit niggas Just a lifestyle, the holders with the drugs is dreaded Just a typical day to get wiped out [Raekwon:] Broad day jungle, living with the rodents The goons'll run through, blow a bag and hunt you Always flaky, calluses hands my mans Come through the avenue, Swiss cheese patrants Blood that flood the hall, every head'll drop Jump in the Maybach, switch the station These rap niggas is wash, hang 'em on the pole, no head Pajama top, handcuff with a gosha We realer than the Spanglers Rep Posse squad that's dangerous Take it back to the Lee's and Wranglers Take what we want, explain this Famous for my kitchen knives, reigns and the fifths are stainless Gun down your trooper, grenade your coupe up Plain and simple niggas is poo-putt F**k with my crew, what? Either you shot or you cut Real ni**a to real ni**a, man, you know how we get down, man [Chorus]