Whatever, Whenever Lyrics - Lost Jewlry - Raekwon

Yeah, fly shit, man 

Word up, man 

It's that old motherfucking laid back and 

Leaning back on that good old alpaca 

In the back of the vehicle and shit 

Counting up motherfucking 68 thousand 

Two motherfucking vests on the floor 

Got mad reefer in the ash tray 

Police put 17 cars away 

You already know, man, shit is realer 

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Threw on the Harley leather sheepskin gloves, my Beretta 

'Bout to hit the ghetto, hard body bring the kettle 

Niggas is drinking and gambling, all you see is hammers in my corner 

Champion sweats, hoes in pajamas 

7-50 new blue, this is my lady 

She stay playing suits, mad cute, two 3-80s 

And her cousin, a police who live in the East 

I knew him from the fifth grade, he definitely a beast 

A thug smuggling cop who live in the hood 

Plus he rock a lot of, Braveheart, die hard 

The day I seen him, was the day they tried to rob him 

They pulled out a flare gun, they shot out his charger 

Yo, beast started simmering at dice games and pubs 

Niggas running up in alleyways getting mugged 

Niggas lucky, 'cause them other niggas butt 

I sat back, calm as fuck, enter the conference 

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Just keep that thing up on you 

Wherever, whenever 

Just keep that thing up on you 

Wherever, whenever 

Show 'em how we position, all of the shit glisten 

Stones flooded the Smith and liquor, I'm reminiscing 

Fiends are still sniffing, sons are still in prison 

My pen is still scripting all of them ghetto visions 

They gave me the contract, came where moms is at 

Left a Audi 8-6 in the driveway in the mack 

Felt like young Bond, Tom Forrest, slacks and metal lenses 

Two Polaroid pictures in front of his brother's Benzes 

His sisters was some hustling dykes, bullying niggas 

Riding around, mollied up, plus suspended licenses 

Hit the stash box right there, a hundred in cash 

Left a blue steel muzzle in the glove box, yikes 

4: 40 that morning, it's foggy, I'm under the, 

Louis jumper jacket, hunting hat, cocky 

Mad 'cause I ain't fuck that morning 

I had a Korean Malaysian black sister with a thunder back riding me 

Made it to the balcony part 

Tossed the rope around the big lion head statue, 

Climbed up remarkably 

Right by the window, they there 

Took a glance through, they covered in Versace covers, 

Fucking in the mirror 

Couldn't see their face, heard the moans 

The, drawers hang off the section and chair, cocked the chrome 

Emptied the barrel, all you saw was goose down flying 

The trigger felt like wind, it was two bitches lying there 

Just keep that thing up on you 

Wherever, whenever 

Just keep that thing up on you 

Wherever, whenever 

Show 'em how we position, all of the shit glisten 

Stones flooded the Smith and liquor, I'm reminiscing 

Fiends are still sniffing, sons are still in prison 

My pen is still scripting all of them ghetto visions