Polite - Spit Flames lyrics

[Intro: Raekwon] Drink to this n***a Yo, what's your record company lord? (Gladiators) Keep it straight.. straight up Game time [movie samples] I don't know what you doin' out there on the street I'm gonna kick your a**! [Verse 1: Raekwon] Wallabee encounters, yo we from New York We never bounce son We carry cage ways, straight up and don't get down son Supposed to have blow out and pound son Ten rastas had ma**es, fly Nikes, splashes and Porsche gla**es Singles leather opponent, straight from the street baby Polo jacket, baseball hat matchin' lookin' froze, dumb, unusual I'm lyin', face the music boo, pendulum loops and swoops Shells ain't nuttin' to conceal ya fool I'm young but mostly swift from blunted Think like chess, drink, note languages blessed I'm from and era where n***as'll get caught for leathers Shots are hollerin', hung knees up supportin' the weather Who the f** gots mines? Bringin' like Duran with Ross Bet all y'all n***as are dyin' in cars f**in' with me? It's like luxury Flow like water in and out of doors, dare a n***a f** wit' me [Chorus:: Polite] (x2) Eh, nah test this boy, spit fire He got a sound like lightnin' and thunder Eh, nah test this boy, spit fire Honey bad sound boy test he get murdered [Verse 2: Raekwon] Yo, beat Gods sneakers look decent and he hard Feel my giants, sway down, big pieces on yo The bringers I flooded with more dough Feel my effect, Lex get busy, wheel his own check now blow Mountains get bagged, I'd rather count and just grag Slap on crabs, Jags in the snow Feelin' leather Khuzis and Uzis Movies that bein' produced like rubees One of the illest gaters salute me yo Drive borrowed connects Bought out Manhatten wit' cheques Man I miss you, bank's next Finger paintin' low like one of the Saints Jim down, all white minks lookin' like 10 thou' Staten Island Gotti, gats, we ain't leavin' without it Take this here, you need cops, you ain't 'bout to stay in there Get popped and the violence in rare I can take care of yours, you take care of there's [Hook: Polite] Word is out, other rappers usin' their clout Your hands ain't dipped no more, you just pissin' me off From a jurisdiction where n***as come up missin' Rides, get housed right n***as even battle for b**hes And their game is to get yours, ride through the zors You sure? Suggest you're wise to see what time it is Lord The plane ain't the same, the game kinda weakened your name What you better do is spit flames [Chorus:: Polite] (x2) Eh, nah test this boy, spit fire He got a sound like lightnin' and thunder Eh, nah test this boy, spit fire Honey bad sound boy test he get murdered [Verse 3: Polite] We spit fire, yeah it's on and nah testin' up the wrist Me nah have to touch in my wrist, son me have to push to waste And all the boy spit fire, me lick a shot to retire So them can not move no further I spit fire, then me call Ghostface k**ah Tell him that me just start to murder Me spit fire, then me call Raekwon the Chef Tell the boy run for the lawyer Don't test this fire [Hook: Polite] Word is out, other rappers usin' their clout Your hands ain't dipped no more, you just pissin' me off From a jurisdiction where n***as come up missin' Rides, get housed right n***as even battle for b**hes And their game is to get yours, ride through the zors You sure? Suggest you're wise to see what time it is Lord The plane ain't the same, the game kinda weakened your name What you better do is spit flames [Outro: Raekwon] The first thing what we gotta do man Is know what we gonna do with this +CREAM+ when we get it I'm not tryna just be.. sitting on motherf**in' 200 thou' And actin' like I'm just gonna be a.. a drug dealer all my life son I got bigger and better plans yo -> Raekwon from Striving for Perfection Take that to the bank n***a