Polite - Pa-Blow Escablow lyrics

[Hook 2X: Raekwon] Hug your right hand, jumped off the plane, kissed the white man A steady act, curly hair, chubby, fly mustache n***a Money was long, and plush hat, sh** cost nine thousand Picture me in the housing, serving much crack Cat look at me, I'm real, lobbin' on the field For real, I shot n***as shakin' their hands, I'm ill Damn, one of them business man's I just seen 'em murk a n***a, but he jerked him at the same time (That's fam.. (Polite: oh sh**)) [Raekwon] That's fam, one of those Columbians who got money One of those n***as might try to get up on me Yo, damn, I need to eat, and I'm a man I'm a stand up, n***a, I'mma handle when I'm makin' my plan Pop, I'll take two hundred bricks, hit me One helicopter had the super bungalo with the van All ill technology to watch if I ran, he only gave me Woody gave sixty eight other black mans [Interlude: Polite] Now.. if Pa-Blow would've kept it gangsta None of this sh** would've never happened [Raekwon] Now the DEA was on his a** Slick Saucony's on, big homey takin' a blast or somethin' Handsome big n***as around him Surroundin' him with big gla**es on, drinkin' on lances, fam Most them n***as fastin' Cuz when he fed n***as after that, p**y and gra** Had made backs, eight labs, his date was Miss Ma**- Achusetts, Cap eatin' fruit, tongue in his a** You can't f** with the cartel, you barked at it Jabbed her and shot her in the back, I can't stand the bird Word to furs, I need big wizes He looked at me, "Huh, exactly, Chef go after big b**hes" Frozen burner henchman, flash the great Lookin' nine on me, rhinestones, no, them sh**s is dime stones Hold a million dollar pound, bust something, don't trust nothin' I'm in shock, starin' it down [Interlude: Polite] Now.. here's where this sh** gets crazy! [Raekwon] The k**as increase, he fell, but Maybe a little bit, the Mediene Cartel will fail Diego his horse, with George Young Yo, will argue over large sales, hittin' Cuba with lumps, yeah Call them n***as drug barons, eighty billion workers sniff Gettin' lift ownin' Miami yo Flips got bigger, makin' more trails Set it out of nowhere when coppin' a jail, I'm eatin' fresh veal Pa-Blow, the largest n***a involved The arsenal will have sixty three hundred murders Livin' in apartments, wild he violated flight a Bianca Took two hundred n***as down but two men houndin' him The f**in' co*kroches posin' the on six million dollars sold We're eatin' enchilada, goat cheese pasta Yeah we're drippin' it with more salsa And then they rushed in, found him on the roof dead in his boxers But it wasn't him [Outro: Polite] The story.. oh sh**.. mothaf**a! Hahahahaha