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"Surgical Gloves"

[Intro: Raekwon]
Eight million stories, n*gga
Take ya'll n*ggas somewhere, man
Ya'll n*ggas never heard n*ggas rhyme like this before, man
This ain't no Wizard of Oz sh*t neither, man
For real, man, aiyo

[Verse 1]
Surgical gloves, snubs in the grass with his blood
Homie hold that, the four black, we black down
Gold Jag', Ol' laughing yo, yo, what the f*ck happened?
They clapped him and the scalp it flew that way
Yo why they capped him? It went through his lap
Snatched his Audemars Piguet, took his man gold, get at
He painted it, slayed blocks, aiming it
Hit a child, this is foul, but he styled with his flamer flaming sh*t
Teddy with the red Range, supercharged Kangols
Rae & Ghost CD in his change, yo, Angel
Spanish kid lingo, all I know is where he hang though, kept it sideways, angle
Good brush, tough talk, keep it real, daddy, got them thangos
I respect on how the game goes, the same goes
For get fresh n*ggas, test n*ggas, extra bless n*ggas, with them egos
We blow you out your peacoats
Haha, dios míos, we get them twelve a ki, yo
Keep it moving, slide off in the G.O.'s
Freeloaders, the D's over, your sh*t won't sell no more
Breeze over...

[Hook: Raekwon]
Money, gear, drugs, guns, Goodyears
All my n*ggas sit, smelling the tears
Cookin snow white, it's just the poor life, never living off fear
We all millionaires, now where my shares?
(Money) You know the code, drug money, gear money, baby
(Money) You know we fold the stash holders, cash blowers, yeah
(Money) So when the D's come, we float and grab the boats, yea
(Money) Spend off, I got my win off, have a potent year

[Verse 2]
X6's red, up in Albany with the dreds
Bags of black, f*ck the feds
Papers in Aruba's, gold tuba from Bermuda
In my living room spreads, cameras action, got the calico cranked
Where the food at? Hood jewelry on, I gots to do that
Long chain hatchet flooded up, you knew that
Baby blue mac, stones on the nozzle stick
Bulletproof brocco's with the Jew b*tches, all I got is two cracks
Gazelle lenses, clear rude wraps, bagging every ziplock
And my peoples sit around, cops split that
High potent white kit kats, we sell up in the hood
Going door to door, every floor, every get back
My gangsta sh*t, get gats, for every man, here go a gram
Meet me by my drophead and drop your lid back
Forty-seven quick claps, spray off on something


[Outro: Raekwon]
Spray on one of ya'll man, the streets is mine, n*gga
You know what we do, for real
Straight up, it's how we playing right now, man
Cuz the streets, man, streets is making ya'll n*ggas see, man
But some of ya'll is blind, for real

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