Pit Bull Fights - Album Version (Explicit) Lyrics
| Song | Pit Bull Fights - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Raekwon |
| Album | The Lex Diamond Story |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Fiekling, Woods | |
| (feat. Polite) [story of Lex Diamond carried over from Intro] [Raekwon] | |
| Pit bull fights, niggaz is bustin the lights | |
| Undercovers gettin killed for drugs - yo | |
| Fiends is basin, runners is licensed to fight | |
| Young gangstas chase sneakers and snubs - and yo | |
| Elevator's broken, pissy stairwells and shells | |
| Old men gossip with tales, you know? | |
| Police burners with bodies on 'em, bury 'em | |
| Worry for minutes then we fire them (blaow!) | |
| I see firemen, ambulances, narcotic mansions | |
| So melodic, rock chronic, pop tonic scramblin | |
| See all these niggaz into gamblin - yo | |
| Just give me square feet, uniquely | |
| I'm handlin niggaz | |
| Done danced with niggaz, plus yo, threw niggaz in vans | |
| Left him on trains, his veins got ham in 'em | |
| Take a message, he ran, it was a quarter to four plan | |
| He had me on the floor with my man | |
| We both drugged out, scholars with grams | |
| Tri-colored rocks, follow the hands, full sorrow in plans | |
| Make one false move you blam | |
| Eh yo take the globe right out of ya land | |
| We broke out in | |
| Iran. [Chorus: Polite] | |
| Eh yo it's eight million stories in the city | |
| Niggas actin' shifty, | |
| Ice Water back on the grizzly | |
| Brand new handgun that hold about fifty | |
| It's a new boss in town like | |
| Mauseberg | |
| Mickey Eight million stories and six is from the hood | |
| A real live hustler up to no good | |
| They needed more yae-yo to ease they habit | |
| They said we fell off, the streets don't believe you faggots! [Raekwon] | |
| Where all the wolves live, sub-machine guns and big beamers | |
| Yo circle the crib, you see teamsters that try you again | |
| Little niggas is blind, the nines fly out and slap a few men | |
| That's mine, let up off 'em again | |
| Take seventy more shots, the remedy, | |
| Wu through the fence | |
| This bench | |
| God, lays in gents | |
| Eh yo pop the head off right under the tents | |
| This is more current events, pay attenti | |
| The legend is here, as long as you know him he coffins ya men | |
| What? Bulletproof pimps, big hammers, multiple flips | |
| As long as it's bread, you know you was hit | |
| Eh yo let that stack get rinsed | |
| Play the back, sharp as a ****, ownin' my own shit | |
| Grown niggas get moments to vent | |
| Give 'em the real | |
| Lex Diamond | |
| Story, welcome 'em in |
| zuo ci : Fiekling, Woods | |
| feat. Polite story of Lex Diamond carried over from Intro Raekwon | |
| Pit bull fights, niggaz is bustin the lights | |
| Undercovers gettin killed for drugs yo | |
| Fiends is basin, runners is licensed to fight | |
| Young gangstas chase sneakers and snubs and yo | |
| Elevator' s broken, pissy stairwells and shells | |
| Old men gossip with tales, you know? | |
| Police burners with bodies on ' em, bury ' em | |
| Worry for minutes then we fire them blaow! | |
| I see firemen, ambulances, narcotic mansions | |
| So melodic, rock chronic, pop tonic scramblin | |
| See all these niggaz into gamblin yo | |
| Just give me square feet, uniquely | |
| I' m handlin niggaz | |
| Done danced with niggaz, plus yo, threw niggaz in vans | |
| Left him on trains, his veins got ham in ' em | |
| Take a message, he ran, it was a quarter to four plan | |
| He had me on the floor with my man | |
| We both drugged out, scholars with grams | |
| Tricolored rocks, follow the hands, full sorrow in plans | |
| Make one false move you blam | |
| Eh yo take the globe right out of ya land | |
| We broke out in | |
| Iran. Chorus: Polite | |
| Eh yo it' s eight million stories in the city | |
| Niggas actin' shifty, | |
| Ice Water back on the grizzly | |
| Brand new handgun that hold about fifty | |
| It' s a new boss in town like | |
| Mauseberg | |
| Mickey Eight million stories and six is from the hood | |
| A real live hustler up to no good | |
| They needed more yaeyo to ease they habit | |
| They said we fell off, the streets don' t believe you faggots! Raekwon | |
| Where all the wolves live, submachine guns and big beamers | |
| Yo circle the crib, you see teamsters that try you again | |
| Little niggas is blind, the nines fly out and slap a few men | |
| That' s mine, let up off ' em again | |
| Take seventy more shots, the remedy, | |
| Wu through the fence | |
| This bench | |
| God, lays in gents | |
| Eh yo pop the head off right under the tents | |
| This is more current events, pay attenti | |
| The legend is here, as long as you know him he coffins ya men | |
| What? Bulletproof pimps, big hammers, multiple flips | |
| As long as it' s bread, you know you was hit | |
| Eh yo let that stack get rinsed | |
| Play the back, sharp as a , ownin' my own shit | |
| Grown niggas get moments to vent | |
| Give ' em the real | |
| Lex Diamond | |
| Story, welcome ' em in |
| zuò cí : Fiekling, Woods | |
| feat. Polite story of Lex Diamond carried over from Intro Raekwon | |
| Pit bull fights, niggaz is bustin the lights | |
| Undercovers gettin killed for drugs yo | |
| Fiends is basin, runners is licensed to fight | |
| Young gangstas chase sneakers and snubs and yo | |
| Elevator' s broken, pissy stairwells and shells | |
| Old men gossip with tales, you know? | |
| Police burners with bodies on ' em, bury ' em | |
| Worry for minutes then we fire them blaow! | |
| I see firemen, ambulances, narcotic mansions | |
| So melodic, rock chronic, pop tonic scramblin | |
| See all these niggaz into gamblin yo | |
| Just give me square feet, uniquely | |
| I' m handlin niggaz | |
| Done danced with niggaz, plus yo, threw niggaz in vans | |
| Left him on trains, his veins got ham in ' em | |
| Take a message, he ran, it was a quarter to four plan | |
| He had me on the floor with my man | |
| We both drugged out, scholars with grams | |
| Tricolored rocks, follow the hands, full sorrow in plans | |
| Make one false move you blam | |
| Eh yo take the globe right out of ya land | |
| We broke out in | |
| Iran. Chorus: Polite | |
| Eh yo it' s eight million stories in the city | |
| Niggas actin' shifty, | |
| Ice Water back on the grizzly | |
| Brand new handgun that hold about fifty | |
| It' s a new boss in town like | |
| Mauseberg | |
| Mickey Eight million stories and six is from the hood | |
| A real live hustler up to no good | |
| They needed more yaeyo to ease they habit | |
| They said we fell off, the streets don' t believe you faggots! Raekwon | |
| Where all the wolves live, submachine guns and big beamers | |
| Yo circle the crib, you see teamsters that try you again | |
| Little niggas is blind, the nines fly out and slap a few men | |
| That' s mine, let up off ' em again | |
| Take seventy more shots, the remedy, | |
| Wu through the fence | |
| This bench | |
| God, lays in gents | |
| Eh yo pop the head off right under the tents | |
| This is more current events, pay attenti | |
| The legend is here, as long as you know him he coffins ya men | |
| What? Bulletproof pimps, big hammers, multiple flips | |
| As long as it' s bread, you know you was hit | |
| Eh yo let that stack get rinsed | |
| Play the back, sharp as a , ownin' my own shit | |
| Grown niggas get moments to vent | |
| Give ' em the real | |
| Lex Diamond | |
| Story, welcome ' em in |
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