Heated Nights

Album: Fly International Luxurious Art (2015)
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  • Good afternoon Mr. Raekwon
    Hope you had a pleasant flight
    May I take your bags and pour you some scotch sir?
    Our villa off the shores of Argentina
    Provide the most luxurious features on this part of the coast
    And your financial background is suitable for
    Oh no, the guns are going off in celebration of your arrival, my friend
    You're a god in the city
    They look up to you here

    My life, day one when I was caught up in it young
    Benetton sweaters, Kangols and guns
    The candy shop is where it all popped
    Sellin' ounces of oregano, free lunch, the spot
    Thinkin' all better, can't wait to bag this block
    'Cause when I get on, my ass is just rock
    Do a few one, two's and shop
    I get whore who's runnin' through Fifth Ave, a Glock
    I love Polo Gear and top
    A few Woolrich pieces, yeah the bagels was hot
    Dreams and schemes to make a knot
    I sat on the stove and wrote C.R.E.A.M., one blunt two o'clock
    Gangsta hours if I'm not
    I'm lyin', take a shot, I put it on my 40K rock
    Shorty with an educated bop
    With flavor for days, it's all praise, who amaze you a lot

    Front out of drug buildings under the street lights
    Guns go off, we keep pipes
    Every kid caught in the zone, let's hope he make it home
    And sleep right, instead of churnin' the heat night

    Front out of drug buildings under the street lights
    Guns go off, we keep pipes
    Every kid caught in the zone, let's hope he make it home
    And sleep right, instead of churnin' the heat night

    Ayo maxin' with the machine guns, new gelatous
    Tryna stay away from the jail gangs and letters
    My time is now, bread box is startin' to pile
    Home-girl got no style but I'mma lace her
    Catch me in a Blazer with a P9 laser
    Drunk get twenty five thousand a razor
    Meet me in the mess hall, you crazy, I'm out in Jamaica
    Breakin' up black weed, chillin' with gangstas
    Fuck around high, might die on vacation
    Better have respect in the right place like Mike Mason
    Everybody smooth when the cake flip
    Niggas start snitchin' on the team where they say shit
    Get your face lit, it's so hard to make shit
    Can't sit around jealous niggas, that's gay shit
    That's why, yo I'm just around paid shit
    No Minute Maid shit, no son this ain't a slave ship

    Front out of drug buildings under the street lights
    Guns go off, we keep pipes
    Every kid caught in the zone, let's hope he make it home
    And sleep right, instead of churnin' the heat night

    Front out of drug buildings under the street lights
    Guns go off, we keep pipes
    Every kid caught in the zone, let's hope he make it home
    And sleep right, instead of churnin' the heat night Writer/s: COREY WOODS, FRANK J GUASTELLA
    Publisher: Downtown Music Publishing
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