Baggage Handlers

Lyrics

[Intro: Scarface movie sample] "You got to be kiddin'... five hundred? Who you think we are? Baggage handlers?? The going rate on a boat is a thousand a night, man –you know that" "First you got to work your way up to 5 hundred, quequito" "Ok, what I did for you guys in Freedomtown, what was that?" [Verse 1: Raekwon] Return of the kitchen kid with the axe All I know is real detail, coke, lasagna and them E pills Million dollar merchandise, we on, get ya groove back A hundred Yukons, we all moving crack All my soldiers got big rank, pa, Sicily money I had a bitch that got pregnant in Iraq What's the movement? Superman money in the Ooh building A few dudes who make a lotta rules saying "You get it" Right, wavy hair, all my niggas is polit' You stay off the roof, or jakes see the crib No snitchin', this Amityville detention Might fuck around, get caught, or shot down, play position Yeah, here they come, sizin' 'em up, you know my status This is raw weight, lookin' in his eyes, and he bugged "Yo, what's happenin'? I heard you got the streets back, captain" "Yup, all niggas is dead, unless they team clappin' something" He felt the General's plans, he recognize we going all out I might throw three in his man Had the slick look, looking all Cuban'ed up Don't get it twisted, nigga, we'll Swiss swish you up – what? [Hook: Raekwon, (Busta Rhymes)] From all day to morn', noon, night, recognize we gotta re-up (Yo, it's Cuban Link 2, motherfucker!) We all listen, pay attention, word to the team, we gonna key up (Yo, it's Cuban Link 2, motherfucker!) Get ya birds off, playground, yo, stay out my business, you gon' see us (Yo, it's Cuban Link 2, motherfucker!) For all them real Cash Rule Everything Around Me niggas, get ya stee up (Yo, it's Cuban Link 2, motherfucker!) [Verse 2: Raekwon] The kid that endorse Max Mara, shorty showed support Take your sweatpants off, fix your mascara Four hundred nineteen ounces, out in Long Island Twelve strong bitches that's real, who not scared of housing Yes (Word?), throw on them raccoon, chinchilla feathers Let it drag on my boots, the jean burnt leather Then jog through the back of the building, drop the L Got the scope on your nosey ass mother, fuckin' up sales 40 karat Locman, bowtie, chillin' at the Democrat Party "Yo, Chef, your coke got it poppin'!" Coming soon, Purple Tape – circle up the city, let 'em know I'm back 4 hundred bricks, and yup, the kids stands Sponsored by my cousins in Spain, maintaining Got the call from Tony Young Montana, my son campaigning Yup, I'm not no fuckin' bellboy, I'll war anything out there The ring is mine, you can tell Roy That's when I was hit with the call Yo, whole motto is to get tall Drug rap only you will rip all Live like the Pope, and get a big hall Flipped the McLaren, the front like the Jag back, like the stall [Hook: Raekwon, (Busta Rhymes)] From all day to morn', noon, night, recognize we gotta re-up (Yo, it's Cuban Link 2, motherfucker!) We all listen, pay attention, word to the team, we gonna key up (Yo, it's Cuban Link 2, motherfucker!) Get ya birds off, playground, yo, stay out my business, you gon' see us (Yo, it's Cuban Link 2, motherfucker!) For all them real Cash Rule Everything Around Me niggas, get ya stee up (Yo, it's Cuban Link 2, motherfucker!) [Outro: Raekwon, Scarface sample] Yea, we back in the motherfuckin' staircase, nigga! You know that kid is coming – Cuban Linx, nigga! Louis Rich, the signature, bitch! "Every dog has his day, huh, Mel?" {*gunshots*} "You want a job, Ernie? Ok, then, you call me tomorrow"