AWA

Giant Size (feat. Raekwon)

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  • 2003.06.11
  • 4:15
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Chip Banks What? Aiyo, y'all wanna do a track wit us or somethin'? We the billion dollar boy's club What you got a hundred thousand for us? The fuck's that? Three rings and a hair cut or somethin'? Aiyo, , baby Heavy hitters, New York City giants Gamble for Blocks and four better for spots and things of that nature Pop off Superb I don't rock wit moes, I puff Optimos Your label ship gold, but only copper sold Perb got flows, everybody and God knows Fuck a bitch for two dimes, she got to cop those Used to be a thug, now he wear cop clothes Try to come to the hood and we shot hoes Chip Banks I don't care who you got a deal wit or who you chill wit Banky'll run up in your session and shut you down on some real shit 'Til the Chef be like (Chill, kid) That's word to Abola Perrione, dem not know who they deal wit Chef Banks, uh-huh, slash Banky Got the whole world callin' Flex tryin' to translate me Said New Jack City 2, Banky B. Nino, push a 2000 benz-ino Killa Sin These rap icons, mass spit fire out of cons Fuck a bygone, rely on ion in my python We squeeze off, long disc when we piss Resort this, gun powder coverin' wrist is blasphemist Shotties say, "Fuck," cursin' my name Knowin' damn well, I'm hurtin' the same What part of the game you playin'? Kid, I'm sayin', yo, three months ago you was on You fallin' short now, chasin' a don, you're money ain't loaned Faggot fuck, bag him, stick him in the back of my truck Strip him and smack him up for actin' up Be slitherin', hit him in the ribs again Broke the code of honor that we livin' in Depleted the whole click, is never when But never that Raekwon Aiyo, there it go again, same shit, just rep Show me ya holdin' kid, control ya rep when we rollin' Worldwide, niggaz look live, collection cream by a land slide Settin' up to son, won the grand prize Stand up, why? Where it came from? Accord and the five Where the name from? Read the Rob, yo Yo, while we hang glide, slang lye Chill, ya better recognize, 'cause it's cut out for big shit, Giant Size Polite Yo, we from the ghetto, the land where everything is real Nights was tough, days came hard as steel Still we played the field like players without contracts Broke the trends and the fans far beyond that Comin' to America, now we tradin' places (uh-huh) New faces in the hood, and they racist (uh-huh) From all the squeezin', they callin' the precinct We could battle in ya PJ's or battle in the Beacon Raekwon I kick vocals at the top of my lungs, drunk Playin' cards, young start wildin' on dunns with guns Remmy doctor, old man jams with the voice of Hoffa Chill, slap shorty up at the opera (Battle in the Beacon) Uncle got the Kangaroo, rock Kangaroo, boo Start cursin' out white boys shoes, you wild Thirstin Howl wit a growl, start barkin' at crowds He actin' like he got shark skin now Kingpin I lace my hookers with G-String, Liz Clairborne Don the King, hustlin', nigga Don, I mean Exquisite, a radiant, brilliant chemist American Cream Team, billion buck spenders Strip boutiques, advantage, get move on We too strong, the menace, nothin' to lose con Yachts we cruise on, money that's too long Pull out a checkbook, coupon, purchase the Yukon Raekwon' Aiyo, there it go again, same shit, just rep Show me ya holdin' kid, control ya rep when we rollin' Worldwide, niggaz look live, collection cream by a land slide Settin' up to son, won the grand prize Stand up, why? Where it came from? Accord and the five Where the name from? Read the Rob, yo Yo, while we hang glide, slang lye Chill, ya better recognize, 'cause it's cut out for big shit, Giant Size Raekwon It's never been a game, stop playin', stop playin' It's never been a game, stop playin', stop playin' It's never been a game, stop playin', stop playin' ...

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