Raekwon - Underground k**a$ lyrics

[Produced by Benson Graves] [Intro: Raekwon] Let's get a little... little drawing going on, yeah, that's what it is man Word up, A$AP Rocky, what up, my n***a? Young King right there Yeah, I see you, n***a, it's your big brother Chef right here, man Raekwon, n***a, you know, we got you all day, n***a I know you got your big brother all day, too, you know, it's all real [Verse 1: Raekwon] At the dice game, on sleeze mode, gun in the road But count hundreds, sit back my home on my stomach Who the king boo, eating grapes, send me to 50 states I pump everywhere I go, I thump plenty spaces Either I'm in the slums, counting up ones Shaking down fiends, hopping to the most and one Besides bagging up, new ratchets Always in hatchets n***a, the fly bachelor with all those cla**ics My gun is red eyeball brown, run the town Black hoodie sweats, no j**els a coupe with some specs Matching in the million dollar mansion with brans And it's always love love, just bring your advancing Bottles from everywhere, hoes run up n***as in tennis wear I'm finish the menace, get 'em, yeah Yo, we in the cut… dogs on them Stay co*ky, peace is real, yo, Rocky! [Hook] King of New York with these underground k**as Ride, ride, n***a f** the n***as, n***a [Verse 2: A$AP Rocky] My uncle Snoop told me keep the biscuit on me Said they got the scoop on me and they listen on me Plus my bougie-a** neighbors keep the b**hing on me And the nosy b**h next door call the district on me And they snitching on me, self-esteem went missing on me Chip off my shoulder, you can get it off me But these b**hes on me, the other *censored* got a prison story That Mr. Greedy's just a missing story Listen wardy, I was on them b**hes, pitching sipping, 40's Mauri kicks and Norreys b**hes, all these shorties kissing shorties Keep division brody, cold world, keep your mittens wordy Go hard but you k** 'em softly Pay attention shorty, wonder why I call your b**h a shorty? It's the way of the world, don't be tripping shorty Just get your picking shorty, hold your own, keep it pimping brody Same sh**, just a different story [Hook] [Verse 3: A$AP Ferg] King of New York in my hood we blow up houses Grenades look like quarter waters sitting on the counter Silence all you will encounter if you talking 'bout you 'bout it Thugging noise heating salad, gripping the banger give me callus Like Pops from the Wayans when I fire Switching lanes in the Porsche, gotta catch up to my tires Got cannons like Mariah, goddamn it my Messiah He done ran into some violence, put him to rest in his pajamas Twin clips, Pusha T, that's for talking all that malice In your b**h, I'm a sneaker, she gon' need some new balance Got Franklins like Aretha, see my money that be piling And my shiny gold teeth, you can see my money smiling [Hook]