Planet Of The Apes - Raekwon, Capone, Sheek Louch

I just had to say that right there Rae

I just have to say you my nigga, understand?

It don’t get no realer than this, man

Let’s slow the fuck down

You gettin' like a hundred worth for real, man

Eh yo thug niggas know the code, lock and load

Hit 'em in the head, watch a nigga brain explode

Yo from Y.O.

to Q.B.

they bang this shit

Shaolin boys they bang them fifths

Fuckin' cops ain’t paid up nothin'

Yo you know we shoot you down, man

Ice Water Inc., yeah!

Territory, nigga

Millitainment, Y. O

Yeah, yeah

Yeah yeah eh yo

Eh yo late night, candle light, fiend with a crackpipe

It’s only right, feelin' higher than an airplane, right?

I’m tryin' to get this money, right?

So I move cautiously

You more frauds, you see?

I’mma live bossy

Way out on Fantasy Island with Mr. Roth, B

I gotta play the ghetto, everyday the hood endorse me (Q.B.)

I’m destined for triple, left hand crook and the right hand fury

Will block the shots, that’s simple, I dented a tomb for style

A toast to the death of my foes, respect violence, the criminal codes

Hammer smack a nigga out his five senses

Leave him dumb, deaf and blind, I ride on rinses

Interest so tight, strobe lights follow my grace

Bang bullets by the gates, might hollow ya face

Me and Chef smark massive murder, kill 'em!

I scramble anywhere in Shaolin, right in Castalano buildin'

Eh yo real niggas get up, live niggas, what up?

We don’t give a fiduck, you faggots’ll get hit up

Q.B., what up?

Y.O., what up?

Shaolin get up or get yo' ass hit up!

Eh yo I’m a motherfuckin' Nigga Wit an Attitude

Heavy gun play, cock back, niggas is screwed

Stomach wounds make it hard for you to swallow ya food

Throwin' Purple Tape off for me to get in the mood

Sheek Louch, who fuckin' wit' that kid?

I’m sick in the head, they need to make a throwback straight jacket

White tee on, a light G. on

These bitches you wife and the God try pee on

I don’t care if it’s a gram or brick

I’mma make it sell, get off my dick

Pump or the Desert E., take your pick

Money too long, the case won’t stick

D-Block niggas fuck with Rae

Nigga act hard and get hit up in the middle of day

Tough guys and all that but I know that you pay

And I don’t give a fuck, niggas better watch what they say

Body specialist, full cam F50 with vans

A pull up, do it to ya mans, yo scrams

If you take niggas ears, niggas ain’t really queers

Listen, it’s grown men in the town, niggas is their’s

Fluck niggas, I cut niggas, stuck niggas

Come up, pluck niggas, pop niggas in chucks, it’s business

You in this?

We non-shoulder style, son, relentless

They four lettered me Chef, nigga get down

Drop you, piss on you, get this, it’s official on you

Yo twist the clips hits, this was on you

I’m just a business head ridin' with visual

Don’t force me to put out ya head

One for the money, two for the crime round up

Peep it, all major niggas holdin' they ground, get up

Let’s form an army millenia, Ice Water!

From Q.B.

to Y.O.

with Shaolin, I’m feelin' you

We gon' ride for our team

My niggas’ll kill you

For the team, nigga

My niggas kill you, nigga

Y’all niggas want war?

Nigga pop up!

Yeah ride for ya motherfuckin' team, nigga

Death before dishonor, you heard me?

The motherfuckin' Lex Diamond Story

Y’all niggas better wake the fuck up!

Yeah, Ice Water Inc., you heard me?

D-Block, what up?

Pain, time and glory, word, you heard?

Yeah, yeah.

my niggas’ll kill you, nigga!

Bitch-ass niggas!