Scram Jones - The Brewery lyrics

[Verse 1: Raekwon] Still shining, keeping my toes close Catch me on the quieter, flip something up bring your llama close So y'all already know I have a gun team They don't hang, phones calls one ring, dumping flames The XKR, flyer performance Built like gangstas hide ya bum monkey a** like warrants Reflections is ill, my mansion out in lake shore raw Two Mexicans two ??, a dog Everybody angry, the benzes is meaner b**hes is happy, casinos look cleaner The word is chef is rocking tuxes now His main trooper, the Haitian n***a buck this clown down Operation money, let's mail this Paper stepped up now his gun game is real b**h Don't make me k** your man's other man This ?? real handsome man said [Verse 2: Ceazar] She get him for the ransom, money in the mansion Always stay coordinated, my sh**'s longer waited Cease, I make it bubble up like it's carbonated Double up right on the spot, you know I gotta make it Map out all of the plots, I keep it formulated It's still real here, I never feel fear Make moves I wouldn't sit still in a wheelchair Affirmed young general, street life I'm walking with stripes I'm in the hood where they pop on site Running through woods with wolves, only all of them bite On reserves under the moon or under the sun Either way, false moves put you under the gun We ain't playing yo, revolvers is spun, we as hard as they come Fresh out the ghetto, we the marvelous ones Move 'em out, less talk, put the tool in his mouth Combination to the safe, get the j**els and we out [Verse 3: Reason] n***a all black wardrobe, the gat attack foes Sajak with the flow, I turn letters to dough Play the hood close, ten coke jars of good smoke Hoodrats, car jackers, project kids cold Slicker than Crisco, my bite like a pitbull I spot 'em and pop 'em, his nickname pimples Check what I'm into, melodies that rip you Snub nose, turn these rottweilers into shih-tzus Y'all life is skimmed through, mine is like a book you must get into Every line come like a missile I got issues, all I do is make her whistle Let the goons figure out if your diamonds official Let you... bullets tear your bone gristle, lung tissue Gun in every hole of your body dog, I can't miss you Chef Reas' and Ceaz', three to your temple And y'all was never hot, not even near a sizzle