Raekwon - Pa-Blow Escablow Lyrics
f/ Polite[Chorus 2X: Raekwon]Hug your right hand, jumped off the plane, kissed the white manA steady act, curly hair, chubby, fly mustache niggaMoney was long, and plush hat, shit cost nine thousandPicture me in the housing, serving much crackCat look at me, I'm real, lobbin' on the fieldFor real, I shot niggas shakin' their hands, I'm illDamn, one of them business man'sI just seen 'em murk a nigga, but he jerked him at the same time(That's fam.. (Polite: oh shit))[Raekwon]That's fam, one of those Columbians who got moneyOne of those niggas might try to get up on meYo, damn, I need to eat, and I'm a manI'm a stand up, nigga, I'mma handle when I'm makin' my planPop, I'll take two hundred bricks, hit meOne helicopter had the super bungalo with the vanAll ill technology to watch if I ran, he only gave meWoody gave sixty eight other black mans[Interlude: Polite]Now.. if Pa-Blow would've kept it gangstaNone of this shit would've never happened[Raekwon]Now the DEA was on his assSlick Saucony's on, big homey takin' a blast or somethin'Handsome big niggas around himSurroundin' him with big glasses on, drinkin' on lances, famMost them niggas fastin'Cuz when he fed niggas after that, ***** and grassHad made backs, eight labs, his date was Miss Mass-Achusetts, Cap eatin' fruit, tongue in his assYou can't ***** with the cartel, you barked at itJabbed her and shot her in the back, I can't stand the birdWord to furs, I need big wizesHe looked at me, "Huh, exactly, Chef go after big *****es"Frozen burner henchman, flash the greatLookin' nine on me, rhinestones, no, them shits is dime stonesHold a million dollar pound, bust something, don't trust nothin'I'm in shock, starin' it down[Interlude: Polite]Now.. here's where this shit gets crazy![Raekwon]The killas increase, he fell, butMaybe a little bit, the Mediene Cartel will failDiego his horse, with George YoungYo, will argue over large sales, hittin' Cuba with lumps, yeahCall them niggas drug barons, eighty billion workers sniffGettin' lift ownin' Miami yoFlips got bigger, makin' more trailsSet it out of nowhere when coppin' a jail, I'm eatin' fresh vealPa-Blow, the largest nigga involvedThe arsenal will have sixty three hundred murdersLivin' in apartments, wild he violated flight a BiancaTook two hundred niggas down but two men houndin' himThe *****in' *****roches posin' the on six million dollars soldWe're eatin' enchilada, goat cheese pastaYeah we're drippin' it with more salsaAnd then they rushed in, found him on the roof dead in his boxersBut it wasn't him.[Outro: Polite]The story.. oh shit.. motha*****a!Hahahahaha
