Scram Jones - Last Trip to Scotland lyrics

[Intro: Raekwon] Yo, what up, what's good? Yeah, n***a, hold this money right here, yeah We already got them mapped out, you know Alright, don't even stress it n***as got mad coke inside the Luvs pampy Luvs Pampers box, n***a Them n***as is stupid [Verse 1: Raekwon] That n***a p**y doing pig latin, he can't come to the hood Might k** him off top up in the Staten Son think he better than n***as, I think his rebels is resentful Tried to k** him in his rental He had an Idi Amin approach, hitting the roach Had a hunger face, he drove his moms Seven in the ocean It's a wild cowboy sling h**n, who rock the dead arm Knocked the DEA agent out his Cheron All his Eli's, macheted up, stainless -- You never heard nothing, all you hear is the guns blaze Rocking pastel blazers, with a shorty from Iceland Who old dad put him up on rice and Starving to make a wack debut, he came through the lobby Three coacher Devilles with him, a whitey, it's pathetic Ragged monkey face, f*ggot dead it Coming through the stairs with blow in his mouth, desperate Watching him looking stupid, son know we on foot patrol Come through the hole, n***as is spooking Seven hundred shots, all leather gloves, six thugs Two had a mask on, he took 'em off what We got you now, n***a, blowing you down, n***as is foul This is trauma king, by any means, blaow They pushed his face in, fell out his Saucony's, snatched his homeys Took his Glock, you gon' be my tenderoni? [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] Uhh, metal exchange, is the hood, the gun range Everybody's a target depending on how you aim Dice games and ice chains, pendant spelling your names OG's setting the wrong example, telling the same Look at Shorty sh**stain, grew up to be a f**ing mess Before his click came, he banged and never tuck his chest Closet full of them things, he caught the gun connect Riding around with A and Lil' Nino and they want respect Son call, Nino want the show, everybody know they straight Shipping hood b**hes to the bungalow Pillow talking let the birds hawk it Chatting bout what happen, and when and would it coming back in Champagne's lacking trafficking while they travel Word got back to old time friends and snakes rattle Two different burners, but the one that dropped the birds got tail Information for the ones that like to steal, got mail p**y power made the plans sour Apartment full of party powder, outside a stakeout for hours Click batch from big gats and rags Soon as the door squeaks, they running up on the gra** Bang flash, shots ride on path of broken gla** Comedy laughs, while they haul a** with the bags Legends in my hood play bat, twin benzes whipping in black Connect was like the old Maybach