Molasses

Album: Shaolin vs. Wu-Tang (2011)
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  • Yo, legend, what's good, legend, what's going on?
    Yo, we gotta do the intro over and all that, right? Ice H2O
    Aight, keep all that, keep all that keep our palace, nigga
    Yeah, word up, yeah, yeah, yeah, turn me up, son
    Yo, Ross, what up, my nigga? Aiyo, aiyo

    Word to the gold Panamaras, and to the wood grain in my labo
    I go the extra mile, my flow scaffolds
    Crew cuts, the older niggas, the same rumors, just the same goons
    When niggas catch visions of killing capos
    Palestinian armor, golden rocket launcher, my aunt
    She copped it from me, bought it in Rwanda
    See demons scheming, niggas get live in the Beacon
    I'm 'shaw' to 'shank' shit up like Morgan Freeman
    Pussy getting rapper, rich nigga, one-on-one rents niggas
    And incidents, my fingerprints been tore up
    We sell love slinging like Siemens, the snortable Beemers
    They love calling niggas names out, you screaming
    Feds try to tap us and plus clap us, niggas'll grab Bust'
    Throw you in the rassle, yo, clap ups
    Catch me at the Stephen King mansion, with four of my Branson niggas
    With me, me and Britney, a dancer
    Know your shit authentic by the way your hat fit on you, with it
    I'm like the Blair Witch nigga in the rented
    Curtains in the five-seven, chunky and short
    Bagging dope up in the backseat, your packages walk
    Holding my girl wedding ring, she Medellin
    Name is Coretta King, live in Alpharetta and she never leave me
    Flow freely this is all graffiti, the cloth I'm cut from
    Is straight from a rich nigga genie

    Yo, Scarface gangstas, criminal niggas up in the trenches
    Army coats on, playing the benches
    Getting paper, sly, that's the motto, intelligent goons
    Inside a hundred thousand dollar whip, follow

    Scarface gangstas, criminal niggas up in the trenches
    Army coats on, playing the benches
    Getting paper, sly, that's the motto, intelligent goons
    Inside a hundred thousand dollar whip, follow

    Still gritty, leave the pretty to the females
    The watch mother pearl weather seashells
    Pick of the litter, have this nigga picking paper up
    Twitter thug, I'm the timeline strangler
    Get 'em up, banging dangerous as angel dust
    Cuban Linx smoking stink in the Brink's trunk
    I run with killas who snort powder, extort cowards
    Ankle monitors under garments, so fuck showers
    I give a fuck what you talking 'bout
    Mob meetings, we them only niggas walking out
    Sparking purple once a nigga done spaghetti slurping
    Fly away in my new, Scabetti, surfing

    Yo, Scarface gangstas, criminal niggas up in the trenches
    Army coats on, playing the benches
    Getting paper, sly, that's the motto, intelligent goons
    Inside a hundred thousand dollar whip, follow

    Scarface gangstas, criminal niggas up in the trenches
    Army coats on, playing the benches
    Getting paper, sly, that's the motto, intelligent goons
    Inside a hundred thousand dollar whip, follow

    Yo, we in the back roasting marshmallows, bottles of Cru'
    The dialogue is the big chain niggas is rude
    Law library scholars, potatoes over the thirty eights
    With bald-heads, all live wires
    Eleven homes, six trust funds, came home from doing a dime
    We just left Un's, straight up
    And we standing over the stoves, in denim Gibaud's
    Bought a Dairy Queen in Queens right next to Lowe's
    IMAX Theaters, Astoria Waldorf
    Philip Drummer suite, pretty young thing sucking my balls off
    Bubble baths, hash, zooted up, eyes closed
    Silk drawers, fronting in my key lime pie Wall-o's
    And I still got a half a key indeed, Frank Lucas shit
    Hidden in coffins, flying over seas
    And if you ever try to ruin my night
    I'm a make sure my best pawn put like three in your kite
    Shot caller, laying in big laws
    Rock of Gibraltar, my pinky joint, killer like Orca
    Daytime hawk, a nasty street author
    Me, Rae and Rick, Uzi'd out in the Porsche's
    Case we gotta Warner bro, like Malcolm-Jamal
    I'm a Falcon, Seven Mike Vick with the ball
    Cause I can hut-one, hut-two, disrespect, I hunt you down
    Ain't a muthafuckin' crew we can't run through

    Yo, Scarface gangstas, criminal niggas up in the trenches
    Army coats on, playing the benches
    Getting paper, sly, that's the motto, intelligent goons
    Inside a hundred thousand dollar whip, follow

    Scarface gangstas, criminal niggas up in the trenches
    Army coats on, playing the benches
    Getting paper, sly, that's the motto, intelligent goons
    Inside a hundred thousand dollar whip, follow

    Army shit, nigga
    Camouflage, guerrilla shit, nigga
    You know what it is, man
    Yo, Lex, talk, yeah
    Where ya man at? Let's go
    Stay together, my nigga Writer/s: Dennis D Coles, V Brown, William Leonard Roberts
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Spirit Music Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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