Raekwon - Prince Of Thieves lyrics

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Raekwon - Prince Of Thieves lyrics

(Intro) Goodnight popo - goodnight popo Goodnight fiends - goodnight fiends Goodnight hoppers - goodnight hoppers Goodnight hustlers - goodnight hustlers Goodnight scammers - goodnight scammers Goodnight to everybody - goodnight to everybody (Verse 1) Prince of thieves, catch me in the trees Four long under the sleeves covered in leaves Dark nights shooters, Rugers Black capes folded over wranglers The gold Dobermans with keys Run the town cracksmiths, we clap kids, we want a ransom Or drop 'em out the most and just answer Who run them n***as who run n***as? sponsored links Did somethin', but don't want nothin' Just don't cuff 'em, bluff 'em Pyramid mansions we give grandsons Take 'em out of space, take apes, now go plan something Yeah, meet me at the end of the road Been through the globe No hoppin' in and out, this sh** is global We hood moguls with vocals n***as ride local, never been nowhere We drop n***as out in the Poconos Yeah, a bunch of Rondos with condos 45 hollows, ready to slide fly to Chicago Eyes closed, money makin' Pablos who slob hoes Never, I'd rather be sittin' in Key Largo Yeah, yellin', "bravo" with all of my hood n***as live though This how the 45 blow (Bridge) This is that real live extra… rap calligraphy good sh**, n***a Only built for real n***as, man Real motherf**ers man (Verse 2) Godfather energy, the Ghost is his play Aye yo, I bought one for minutes then strayed, I only drive Karmas Baseball hats and diamonds Come through disgrace y'all n***as ain't Place of Martyrs Automatic magnets, swag vets n***as'll grab necks, break your collar bone Apply, next should switch off and hit the globe We in the numbers with different goals While n***as b**hin', we in the Rolls just blowin' Plus snowin’ and stay off my circumference, homie Where bosses live for real and it's lonely Everybody strivin' to feast, we in the belly of the beast Leeches starve us, n***as want a piece That's why I stay humble and hard Cross my path the wrong way, you dyin' and I'm flyin' to Greece Swim like Phelps over beats I rhyme with the elites Who live off the land takin' your eats, n***a

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