Big willie

[Raekwon]
Flowers in the attic, drugs on me, thugs gettin' bummy
Let's pop, surround the block, lookin' lovely
Extra nines leanin' on me, women who barely know me
Swarm me, faggots try to front row me
Aiyo, I'm from the soul bluntly, we in them H2's coolin'
One, you tried to kill a kid? Bring your country
Son's nice with rifle's, wife fools, white dudes
Jumpin' out, fed jackets, dare you to buckle
A glow like Willie Bostic, I do the night work job, yeah
Rappers front clappin', this is our 'Jects
Who taught ya'll niggas? It was the kid with the tarantula
Tented up, extortin' ya'll muscle
Crabs in a bucket, rap, xxxx it, yo, go get your hand gun
I'd rather shoot your xxx in public
You ain't an Air Force boss, you a hoister
Frontin' like me on your poster, now ya'll niggas fuckin' with my one's
We need to battle for cattle, acts, boats, arts and crafts
Scaffolds, thumb rings, dig in cap you
Fuckin' with Staten Island's heartless
Son of all flames, got God frames, catch me with the Starks kid
The authentic Ghost, we on the golf coarse with rented boats
Eagles on, fiestin' with bigger goats
Come take in blood, dare any thug to re-up
What, we gon' keep it on the hush

[Chorus 2X: Polite]
Aiyo, God sent us a jewel, he in the form a Diamond
Son shinin', so they named him Lex
Yo, come on, watch the God build
He at the top of his game, it's Allah's will, you get your squad killed

[Raekwon]
Yo, dove in the water like bait, the ocean was dark
The moonlight, swimmin' to the bottom to get to the sink
We on, niggas, and we comin', boy, talk with your gun
Me, I'm ready, and I'm ready to cake, yeah
Flawless, more powerful horses, the kid flow nauseous
Everybody gettin' weed and we all fought this
Armor tank style, movin' in ranks
Hundred that'll rock for me, still kid, you over your minks
Bitch, skiin' in Alaska, half the man, half Casper
Runnin' with wolves, the bulls look nastier
Silencer a piece, it's meat lister, kill you on Easter
Ya'll gon' get it, wait til we get creased up
Nuthin' but rapid fire, livewires, brand new tires
Burn 'em up, they respectin' your street, cousin
We gon' bring it to every label, pay attention, ya'll
Cuban is back, now put that on the glass table

[Chorus 2X]