Last Trip To Scotland Lyrics - Shaolin Vs Wu-tang - Raekwon

That nigga pussy doin' pig Latin 

He can't come to the hood 

Might kill him off, top up in the Staten 

Son think he better than niggas 

I think his rebels is resentful, tried to kill him in his rental 

He had an Idi Amin approach, hittin' the roach 

Had a hunger face, he drove his mom's 7 in the ocean 

He's a wild cowboy slangin' heron who rocked the dead on 

Knock a DEA agent on his Chevron 

All of his Eli's machette'd up stainless 

You never heard nothin', all you hear is the guns bangin' 

Rockin' pastel blazers with a shorty from Iceland 

Who old dad put 'em up on white sand 

Starvin' to make a whack debut, he came through the lobby 

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Three culture Devilles with them a whitey 

This pathetic, ragged monkey face faggot daddy 

Comin' through the stairs with blow in his mouth, desperate 

Watchin' him lookin' stupid, son know we on foot patrol 

Come through the hole, niggas is swoopin' 

700 shots, all leather gloves, 6 thugs 

Two had a mask on, they took 'em off, what? 

We got you now nigga, knowin' you down 

Niggas is foul, this is trauma king, by any means blaow 

They pushed his face in, fell out as saconies 

Snatched his homies, took his glock 

You gon' be my tenderonies? 

Metal exchanges, the hoods, the gun range 

Everybody's a target, dependin' on how you aim 

Dice games and ice chains, pendants spellin' your name 

OG's settin' the wrong example, tellin' the same 

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Look at shorty shit stain, grew up to be a fuckin' mess 

Before his clique came, he banged and never tucked his chest 

Closets full of them things, he caught the gun connect 

Ridin' 'round with A and Lou, Nino when they want respect 

Son cold, Nino want to show 

Everybody know they straight shippin' 

Hood bitches to the bungalow 

Pillow talking led to birds talking 

Chattin' bout what happened 

And when and where they comin' back in 

Champagne slackin' traffickin' while they travel 

Word got back at old time friends and snakes rattled 

Two different Bourbons 

But the one that dropped the birds got tailed 

Information for the ones who light the steel got mill 

Pussy power made the plans sour 

Apartment full of party powder outside a stakeout for hours 

Click clacks from big gats and rags 

Soon as the door squeaks they runnin' up on the grass 

Bang flash, shots right on path, broken glass 

Comedy of laughs while they haul ass with the bags 

Legends in my hood play back, twin Benz's whippin' in black 

And that was like the old Maybach