Raekwon feat. Freddie Gibbs New Day Lyrics

Lost Jewlry Track Listing
Digital Media 1
  • 1 Intro "A Kings Chariot"
  • 2 Prince of Thieves
  • 3 Young Boy Penalties
  • 4 Hold You Down
  • 5 For the Listeners
  • 6 Die Tonight
  • 7 New Day
  • 8 Lead Season
  • 9 86'
  • 10 Came Up
  • 11 To the Top
  • 12 Whatever, Whenever
  • [Verse 1: Raekwon]
    What's good scientist? talk to me kid, how's life working?
    Keep your money up dead killers murking niggas
    I'm strong been through mountains, I'm like Martin, one Spartan
    Guaranteed to blow up your start week
    My measurements is ordinance, little bit flashy
    Nah, I'm lying I'm all cashmere with glasses
    Yeah I'm flashy, don't come through fronting this shit
    Light a whole big blunt to this shit
    We sit around the table here it goes
    It's yours, mines, his, hers, what? This what it does
    Just keep it in the family, all love
    Lets put the plugs together and cake up, build up the buzz
    I write for real niggas who down, bring your hound with you
    Throw em a jewel with meat on it, now did you
    Analyze it like a 27 inch, give me the wrench
    So we can throw a niggas some heroin and Jane and Finch

    [Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
    Bitch I'm from the ski mask school house
    Where life stay complicated, intoxicated and gooned out
    And niggas ain't graduated but they can relate with they tool belt
    That 2 for 10 crack stems, needles and spoons out
    Ooh I need some paper, ooh my fingers itching
    I wish that Santa Claus would put a brick under my tree for Christmas
    A new wig for my bitch and two choppers off in my stocking
    Baking soda yola'n locking, you cop then drop the deposit
    Signed my life right on the dotted line, wrote it in blood
    Got my uncle wiping down my tires, sold em a dub
    Niggas know I rap for most of my days, I rap with my plug
    Before I see my platinum album, I see my day with the judge, fuck it
    When I die tell my mama I'm in the mafia
    Equadorian chick 'bout to scoop me up from LaGuardia
    A party you wanna stop but you can't give up the sport
    Little stove pyrex and fork, shouts to East New York, nigga

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