DJ Clue
The Professional
Brown Paper Bag Thoughts
(featuring Raekwon)
[Raekwon]
Yo man, what
Yo y'all niggas know
(New Raekwon)
What you talkin about man?
Yo you know all that bullshit man
Yeah, some niggas don't even
These niggas man, wha-
What's the matter with these niggas man?
Thjey ain't know shit
Nah man, I'm puttin this shit up, fuck that man
Y'all niggas want me to be a crook again man
I know how to do that man
Don't even play with me like that, yo
We spit rap and fire brown paper bag gag rap
Go wack and float across the map, floss that
Anything ill endorse that
Electric company money honey
Gin rummy, wrap em like a mummy, his style bummy
Fuck with Johnson, Charles Bronson mix
Fly deuce flicks, new and improved clicks
Wu kicks blood on the barrel of a desert
Out in the desert no shade'll live in my square
Blow the peasant
Clue red meat Shallah won't adapt to, collap
Actin like you iller on some serial killer, you wack dude
Your shirt off, react like I'm baggin up, stabbin up what
Collect a brick, pop shit in the six truck
Nah, nah man, nah man you on that bullshit again
Why you ain't takin this shit to be somethin that it really is man?
This is your life man
Shoalin and desert stormin
Yo, rain on them niggas dunn
This mic man he, he actin stupid on me man
What what what
Yo, hey yo, yo
Mosey in thousand dollar uniform you won
Celine Dion chickenheads yo straight out of Houston
Big ballers wall to wall brawlers die for us
Lie for us, snatch white man money cry for us
Creepin through the halls on a keyboard
Friendly blessed dress in all Fendi
Voice box don't offend me
Intimidation make me blow for the station
Rep for one nation, ghetto bust like revelation
Analyze, losin two wives, livin two lives
Crew rise American Cream new guys
Two hundred pies get rich and play it sweet
Rappin my lines, you writin like mines, they lines
Grab my dick stay in line, we come to whip nines
Whole lot of carryin time and teachin crackers how to shine
Oh yeah one thing recognize fuckin with the young
Keep em organized, rest in peace Donny, my soul cries, what
I dunn hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it
Natural light up, light up, that's my word
This is, this is, this is for Clue right here dunn
Observe real though, half seal and a blow
Robert DeNiro dough, gundelero, let the steel blow
Hear me yo, wild Trump style, dons connect three hundred ones while
Floatin like a mackarel, that's foul
Most craziest, laziest, all I see and blaze this
Majorness mechanic wrecker on a beige disc
Payne Webber level bankrolls, freakin plain clothes
Lex big six arrange those snotty nose pros
Dark skinned hoes, crazy ill, fly jersey Expos
Neck rolls, fuck your set, slash wreck those
Still Lex knows, watchin vet po
Posin with the most fly livest gortexes made in Mexico
Bricks fifteen-five, Celine Dion ties
Two thousand nine bubble eye shittin on em...
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