Raekwon Missing Watch

[Intro: Raekwon (Polite)]

Oh shit! Fuck is my watch at?

Shit... what the fuck?

Nah man, nah man, hell nah

These bitches is frontin

The fuck the shit go?

Them drug gangstas.

Yo son, you got my shit?

(Nah, son, I ain't got ya shit)

Son you ain't got my shit?

(Nah, nigga, I ain't got ya shit)

Yo, son, my shit is gone

(Pah listen, I ain't got ya shit

Lex you sure you ain't leave it in the..)

[Raekwon]

I started buggin out, fell in the zone, half the bone lit

Passed off, rubbin on my ski hat - oh shit!

My blunt fell, my watch, you seen it?

Gleamin little young fella, he just had the stupidest look, weeded

Yo, I'm tired and stressed, hungry and I'm vexed

And I'm flippin cause these niggaz wanna play me for test

Shit fell off ya hand Lord? Stop it, I'm eyein niggaz in they faces

After that I'm goin at niggaz pockets

The watch, faggot yeah, y'all niggaz got my shit

"Yo Lex we family, I helped you cop yo' shit"

Then help me find my shit!

Eye-ballin every fake Frankie Lymon in the joint

Break out, find my shit!

Yeah, yo now I got robbed, I smell it

Mad bitches walkin' by the fella tryin' to crochet, bitch spell it!

Listen trick, be out, bounce

Blew an ounce off of weed in the bitch face, she pulled out two white owls

"Everybody back the fuck up, move!

Chef, you actin' like a loose cannon, Pah, with you and your dudes"

If my shit come up, cool

Matter of fact, clack-clack-clack-clack, niggas pulled out tools

[Chorus: Polite]

Yo yo yo yo turn the fuckin' lights off

Pass the illumin' Lord, tell the DJ turn the fuckin' music off

We got announcements, we want y'all to listen clear

We just lose about mansion in here

And yo eh yo if we don't get it back it's gon' be a problem

Then my niggas gon' react and that'll be a problem

Eighty-five thou' gone we got a fuckin' problem

Ain't nobody leavin' alive until we find 'em

[Ghostface Killah]

Excuse me, Miss, no I ain't havin' it

I smacked him with the four pound, bitch hit the ground

Then I stepped off, dropped out the shit

Equipped with the dipped courdouroy Bailey's with the cream stitch

Powerhouse biscuits that blow roofs off

Rae watch is missin', you take ya boots off

And take off those chaaaaaiiiiiiinnnns

The fat fuck thought I was playin' so I started sprayin

Chicks hit the floor, bottles broke

The owner slid through beefin', duke threw the toast to his throat

We brought the noise like we here to promote

My man don't get his shit in four or five minutes yo we're leavin' with the

vote

A gangsta's lotto, thirteen bodies and still climbin

Big shotties, bodied when they sniff body

We did our thing too we got to the Envy lobby

Our last four or five shots we see nobody

[Chorus]

[Polite]

Eh yo shit got real that night

Power grabbed him, 'Vine smacked him dead in his head

(Oh shit, nigga he got a magnum!)

Yo we all holdin', rollin

Grab a nigga, search him if he front, fuck it, blow him!

Watchin' niggas foldin

The bartender got a shotgun in his hand

Let off, the wheelchair nigga got him and ran

Surround the Don, full body armor automatically on

The faggots passed off the watch and gone

(yo y'all niggas ain't searchin' shit!)

Yo where the big mouth at? Niggas step up

Matter of fact nigga, lie the fuck up

Nigga tried to swing on G's but he a gentleman

Son, he dropped the dead arm but failed to see it

Two shot G's pealed his meat {*starts to fade out*}

Let's see, niggas tried to front like my niggas is weak

Corey pulled the truck up, C-4ed this bitch, blew it the fuck up!

Niggas'll use and niggas'll die in this mothafucka! {*explosion*}