Brown Paper Bag Thoughts

Lyrics

[Intro: Raekwon & (DJ Clue?)] Yo, man, what? Yo, y'all niggas is wild Yo, he on that bullshit again, man (NEW RAEKWON!) These niggas don't even feel me, they hands is licensed These niggas, man, what— What's the matter with these niggas, man? Nah, man, I'm puttin' this shit up Fuck that, man Y'all niggas want me to be a crook again, man I know how to do that, man Don't even play with me like that (CLUE?!) [Verse 1: Raekwon] Yo, we spit rapid fire brown paper bag gat rap Go whack and flow across the map, floss that Anythin' ill — endorse that Electric company money, honey Gin Rummy, wrap him like a mummy, his style bummy Puffy Johnson Charles Bronson mix Fly deuce flicks, new and improved cliques Wu kicks blood on the barrel of a Desert Out in the desert, no shade'll live in my square, blow the peasant Clue? — rent me, Shallah want adapt to collect Actin' like you iller oe some serial killer, you wack, duke Shirt off, react like I'm baggin' up, stabbin' up, what! Collect a brick, pop shit in the Six trunk [Bridge: Raekwon] Nah, nah, man.. nah, man, you on that bullshit again Why you ain't takin' this shit to be somethin' that it really is, man? This you life, man Shaolin and Desert Stormin' This mic, man, he—he actin' stupid on me, man (What! What! What!) [Verse 2: Raekwon] Yo, a-yo, yo, moseyin, thousand dollar uniform you on Celine Dion chickenheads, yo, straight outta Houst-on Big ballers, wall-to-wall brawlers die for us Lie for us, snatch white man money, cry for us Creepin' through the halls on a keyboard Friendly blessed, dressed in all-Fendi Voice box don't offend me Intimidation make me blow for the station Rep for one nation, ghetto bust like Revelation Analyze losin' two wives, livin' two lives Crew rise, American Cream new guys Two hundred pies, get rich and play it sweet Rappin' like mines, you writin' like mines, they lines Grab my dick, stay in line, we comin' with 9's Whole lot of carryin' time and teachin' crackers how to shine Oh, yeah! One thing — recognize Fuckin' with the young, keep 'em organized Rest in peace, Donny, my soul cries [Bridge: Raekwon] What, I dunn hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it Natural light up, light up, that's my word This is this is for Clue right here dunn [Verse 3: Raekwon] Observe real though, half seal and I blow Robert De Niro dough, Gundelero let the steel blow Here me, yo, wild Trump style Dunns connect, three hundred ones while Floatin' like a mackerel, that's foul! Most craziest, laziest, all I see and blaze this majorness Mechanic wrecker on a beige disc Payin' whether level bank rolls, freakin' plain clothes Lex big six arrange those snotty nose pose Sark skinned hoes, crazy ill fly jersey exposed Neck froze, fuck your set, slash vet those Still Lex knows, watchin' vet Po's posin' With the most fly livest Gore-Tex that's made in Mexico Bricks fifteen-five Yo, Celine Dion ties two-thousand-nine bubble eye shit [Outro: Raekwon & DJ Clue?]