Surgical Gloves Lyrics - Only Built 4 Cuban Linx, Vol. 2 - Raekwon

[Intro: Raekwon] 

Eight million stories, nigga 

Take ya'll niggas somewhere, man 

Ya'll niggas never heard niggas rhyme like this before, man 

This ain't no Wizard of Oz shit neither, man 

For real, man, aiyo 

[Raekwon:] 

Surgical gloves, snubs in the grass with his blood 

Homey hold that, the four black, we black down 

Gold Jag', Ol' laughing yo, yo, what the fuck happened? 

They clapped him and the scalp it flew that way 

Yo why they capped him? It went through his lap 

Snatched his older mom's pink hat, took his mango, get at 

He painted it, slayed blocks, aiming it 

Hit a child, this is foul, but he styled with his flamer flaming shit 

Teddy with the red Range, supercharged Kangols 

Rae & Ghost CD in his change, yo, Angel 

Spanish kid lingo, all I know is where he hang though, kept it sideways, angle 

Good brush, tough talk, keep it real, daddy, got them thangos 

I respect on how the game goes, the same goes 

Forget fresh niggas, test niggas, extra bless niggas, with them egos 

We blow you out your peacoats 

Haha, adios mios, we get them twelve a ki, yo 

Keep it moving, slide off in the G.O.'s 

Freeloaders, the D's over, your shit won't sell no more 

Breeze over... 

[Chorus: Raekwon] 

Money, gear, drugs, guns, Goodyears 

All my niggas sit, smelling the tears 

Cookin snow white, it's just the poor life, never living off fear 

We all millionaires, now where my shares? 

(Money) You know the code, drug money, gear money, baby 

(Money) You know we fold the stash holders, cash blowers, yeah 

(Money) So when the D's come, we float and grab the boats, yea 

(Money) Spend off, I got my win off, have a potent year 

[Raekwon:] 

X6's red, up in Albany with the dreds 

Bags of black, fuck the feds 

Papers in Aruba's, gold tuba from Bermuda 

In my living room spreads, cameras action, got the calico cranked 

Where the food at? Hood jewelry on, I gots to do that 

Long chain hatchet flooded up, you knew that 

Baby blue mack, stones on the nozzle stick 

Bulletproof brocco's with the Jew bitches, all I got is two cracks 

Gazelle lenses, clear rude wraps, bagging every ziplock 

And my peoples sit around, cops split that 

High potent white kit kats, we sell up in the hood 

Going door to door, every floor, every get back 

My gangsta shit, get gats, for every man, here go a gram 

Meet me by my drop head and drop your lip back 

Forty-seven quick claps, spray off on something 

[Chorus] 

[Outro: Raekwon] 

Spray on one of ya'll man, the streets is mine, nigga 

You know what we do, for real 

Straight up, it's how we playing right now, man 

Cause the streets, man, streets is making ya'll niggas see, man 

But some of ya'll is blind, for real 

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