Prodigy (Mobb Deep) - R.I.P. lyrics

[Verse 1: Prodigy] Nobody can't stop our reign I don't bend, I don't break Too much dough to ever go broke Too much flow, I'm not no fluke Too much champagne to use flutes I'm straight from the bottle like a genie hoop Grant you d**h wishes I don't dance, I just do this Burn it down, I smell Piff I post it up Like an advertisment for a gangsta flick She like that, I'm smoother She's used to dudes trying to seduce her I tell her straight up let's move towards the exit So I can put her high-heeled shoes up On the roof of the hard head coupe She want me for me, and you for loot You goof troop, I'm all Throughout the globe, you're a local star Stay in your lane and get folded Wrapped up like tour bus promotion You're a flop, when your album drop It's like dropping a brick into the ocean R-A-W [Verse 2: Havoc] Daytime drama, n***as get soaked Washed up good, blood stained clothes I'm OD reckless Out of left field my team'll just wet this You ain't gotta like it but respect it You ain't gotta fight it, just let it What's good, everything Gucci 'til I gotta give to them raw like sushi bill n***a get his kufi pealed I'm that n***a, b**hes choose me still And them same hoes ya'll open off Left my penthouse with a swollen jaw I'm everything you can't be it's hopeless Like a penny with a hole in it, oh sh** Worthless, and I'm just perfect On purpose, Hav at your service R-A-W [Verse 3: Raekwon] Any towels out there B? Bring your album out n***a Come on B I'm foul with a gorgeous neck Dusted and style, a half moon caesar Al protect me Bruce Lee gla**es in the Aston Sniffing a half a gla** of Coke Wild out for last year Money stronger, Benz longer Jetting to the Teeter Barrel Two sprinters along Ghost catch me in your pocket Other than that, up in the stockage Wool ridge jacket on the pop b**h No funny money, my bunny Colombian Thick back, grey eyes, and she got no stomach Pull out the wiper and sweep Drop it out the window My kin'll blow you right to sleep We professionals dickhead, grabbing our testicles Who wanna battle, bring your burners and geckos I'm sure to have fun on you young n***as I'm not a hater, or can't stand on my man to man 'em