Planet Of The Apes(Album Version (Explicit)) feat. Capone,Sheek Louch

歌詞

[Intro: Capone] I just had to say that right there Rae I just have to say you my nigga, understand? It don't get no realer than this, man Let's slow the fuck down You gettin' like a hundred worth for real, man [Hook 2X: Polite] Eh yo thug niggas know the code, lock and load Hit 'em in the head, watch a nigga brain explode Yo from Y.O. to Q.B. they bang this shit Shaolin boys they bang them fifths [Intro continues overlapped by Chorus] Fuckin' cops ain't paid up nothin' Yo you know we shoot you down, man Ice Water Inc., yeah! Territory, nigga Millitainment, Y.O Yeah, yeah Yeah yeah eh yo [Capone] Eh yo late night, candle light, fiend with a crackpipe It's only right, feelin' higher than an airplane, right? I'm tryin' to get this money, right? So I move cautiously You more frauds, you see? I'ma live bossy Way out on Fantasy Island with Mr. Roth, B I gotta play the ghetto, everyday the hood endorse me (Q.B.) I'm destined for triple, left hand crook and the right hand fury Will block the shots, that's simple, I dented a tomb for style A toast to the death of my foes, respect violence, the criminal codes Hammer smack a nigga out his five senses Leave him dumb, deaf and blind, I ride on rinses Interest so tight, strobe lights follow my grace Bang bullets by the gates, might hollow ya face Me and Chef smark massive murder, kill 'em! I scramble anywhere in Shaolin, right in Castalano buildin' [Chorus 2X: Polite w/o "Eh yo" second time] Eh yo real niggas get up, live niggas, what up? We don't give a fiduck, you faggots'll get hit up Q.B., what up? Y.O., what up? Shaolin get up or get yo' ass hit up! [Sheek Louch] Eh yo I'm a motherfuckin' Nigga Wit an Attitude Heavy gun play, cock back, niggas is screwed Stomach wounds make it hard for you to swallow ya food Throwin' Purple Tape off for me to get in the mood Sheek Louch, who fuckin' wit' that kid? I'm sick in the head, they need to make a throwback straight jacket White tee on, a light G. on These bitches you wife and the God try pee on I don't care if it's a gram or brick I'ma make it sell, get off my dick Pump or the Desert E., take your pick Money too long, the case won't stick D-Block niggas fuck with Rae Nigga act hard and get hit up in the middle of day Tough guys and all that but I know that you pay And I don't give a fuck, niggas better watch what they say [Chorus 2X] [Raekwon] Body specialist, full cam F50 with vans A pull up, do it to ya mans, yo scrams If you take niggas ears, niggas ain't really queers Listen, it's grown men in the town, niggas is their's Fluck niggas, I cut niggas, stuck niggas Come up, pluck niggas, pop niggas in chucks, it's business You in this? We non-shoulder style, son, relentless They four lettered me Chef, nigga get down Drop you, piss on you, get this, it's official on you Yo twist the clips hits, this was on you I'm just a business head ridin' with visual Don't force me to put out ya head One for the money, two for the crime round up Peep it, all major niggas holdin' they ground, get up Let's form an army millenia, Ice Water! From Q.B. to Y.O. with Shaolin, I'm feelin' you [Chorus 2X] [Break 4X: Raekwon singing] We gon' ride for our team My niggas'll kill you [Outro: Polite *over break*] For the team, nigga My niggas kill you, nigga Y'all niggas want war? Nigga pop up! Yeah ride for ya motherfuckin' team, nigga Death before dishonor, you heard me? The motherfuckin' Lex Diamond Story Y'all niggas better wake the fuck up! Yeah, Ice Water Inc., you heard me? D-Block, what up? Pain, time and glory, word, you heard? Yeah, yeah.. my niggas'll kill you, nigga! Bitch-ass niggas!