Friday - Raekwon

Yo where this nigga at man

Nigga you a daylight and a dollar short, man its a done deal

Yeah.

It’s over with, son.

It’s done!

Aight

You owe me 20, 000 big faces for that

Heh.Who owe you 20?

.You Al, nigga?

.nigga I don’t owe you shit.

.aight.

Friday nigga

Whats the word

You got something for me

I’mma see you in 2 seconds

Right, yo pull my Rover on the side

Right there police coming man

Heard me

Yo up in the game room 4 in the morning and it’s storming and we blitzed

Just rocked another wig yeah we on it

God had blood on his sweat pants

The way the tech dance on a nigga face, son ain’t have a chance

Seen him high pitch yellow nigga from outta town

A young mellow ally trying to run through

Hell, it’s on called the dogs to get on him

And we caught him, only thing this nigga was a lord in his forum

Bum nigga fresh outta jail, I used to play baseball with him

'Til son got large—bought a whale

Azure by the entrance, guess it’s real nigga night out

He moving on his own negligence

Yo Lexxy strap up meet you in the back in the Acura

Spectacular vic, he stackular

Seen a nigga gem-down, fresh haircut trying to swim now

Aqua green Avias on brim style wild

We walked by eyeing 'im

Shorty ain’t looked he trying to get fly, my niggas ain’t dived on him

Kaze had the Mac in the vest, the way he moving might be dressed

He made two rights nigga move left

Standing by the incinerator, thank God he a generator

I can tell, bought his lady suede gators

Yo now it’s time to move, spin nozzles on the tools

Might just bust him quiet style rules

He walked out the crib, yup draped

We on the elevator baked, staring at the nigga chain shape

We looked at him, seen all crooked, then we flashed on him

He knew we was live, my man Boo spazzed on him

Pulled out, take off the wool, nigga cool out

Walk you out the bulding, betta run nigga move out

This nigga liver than fuck, larger than fuck

Better kill me, all y’all niggas is butt, what spray it up

Tuck the chains in, Kaze shot him at point blank range then

He started screaming like a cave man

Blood got a salty taste, I can tell furniture fell out his face

Laced now it’s a case

Threw up, vomit on my coat piece

Snatched all his ice now, Chrome T, boatin' off low-key

Didn’t know the kid was large

Hour later call from jail, Mexicans surrounding the gods

Chill you bigga than the ocean, slow motion

Play it off no emotion but my man in there grossing

What to do they might kill him

We might kill you circulate death, that’s how the real do

We sat there 3 live macks of the year

Crack beers one nigga in the back washing off his track Airs

Don’t take it serious, vivid flow luxurious

I’m hearing this’ll, make a real nigga curious

Friday my day, chill Pop, leave 'em on the highway

Bet he won’t never fly my way