Back to the previous page  Artist: Raekwon Album:  Blood on
Chef's Apron Song:   Bird Chirp Typed by: pneumatic  That nigga
be snitching They got the nerve to call him a pitcher If it was
my time niggas would get ya Throw the Cannon on your picture
Nigga freeze, Come out the V's and hand me that watch I know you
got cheese, You's just a mixture A homo, That logo that you
shine'n is a no-no Be carful, Sleep with the po-po's yo It's
like it's just Easter If you was deceased just cleat ya You
might get slapped with the meat cleaver Don't run the streets
neither You can't shop with your bitch either No dirty franks,
No bras, Not even cheeba Go ahead get movie caught up, Please
son They might find you in the _______ A dick in your mouth, Two
franks stiff in the freezer I never had respect, You had Visa's
You come through the hood, Jesus There go this nigga with pieces
I should've just shot you for cheese sticks Eat a dick you
bitch, Nigga reach I got you just breathe bitch You won't get
the front on Rich, I got ch