(feat. Ghostface Killah, Polite)

[Intro: Raekwon (Polite)]

Oh %#@!! $#&@ is my watch at?
%#@!... what the $#&@?
Nah man, nah man, hell nah

These (*##$es is frontin
The $#&@ the %#@! go?
Them drug gangstas.

Yo son, you got my %#@!?
(Nah, son, I ain't got ya %#@!)
Son you ain't got my %#@!?

(Nah, ^!$$%, I ain't got ya %#@!)
Yo, son, my %#@! is gone
(Pah listen, I ain't got ya %#@!

Lex you sure you ain't leave it in the..)

[Raekwon]

I started buggin out, fell in the zone, half the bone lit
Passed off, rubbin on my ski hat - oh %#@!!
My blunt fell, my watch, you seen it?

Gleamin little young fella, he just had the stupidest look, weeded
Yo, I'm tired and stressed, hungry and I'm vexed
And I'm flippin cause these ^!$$%z wanna play me for test

%#@! fell off ya hand Lord? Stop it, I'm eyein ^!$$%z in they faces
After that I'm goin at ^!$$%z pockets
The watch, !@$)got yeah, y'all ^!$$%z got my %#@!

"Yo Lex we family, I helped you cop yo' %#@!"
Then help me find my %#@!!
Eye-ballin every fake Frankie Lymon in the joint

Break out, find my %#@!!
Yeah, yo now I got robbed, I smell it
Mad (*##$es walkin' by the fella tryin' to crochet, (*##$ spell it!

Listen trick, be out, bounce
Blew an ounce off of weed in the (*##$ face, she pulled out two white owls
"Everybody back the $#&@ up, move!

Chef, you actin' like a loose cannon, Pah, with you and your dudes"
If my %#@! come up, cool
Matter of fact, clack-clack-clack-clack, ^!$$%s pulled out tools


[Chorus: Polite]
Yo yo yo yo turn the $#&@in' lights off

Pass the illumin' Lord, tell the DJ turn the $#&@in' music off
We got announcements, we want y'all to listen clear
We just lose about mansion in here

And yo eh yo if we don't get it back it's gon' be a problem
Then my ^!$$%s gon' react and that'll be a problem
Eighty-five thou' gone we got a $#&@in' problem

Ain't nobody leavin' alive until we find 'em

[Ghostface Killah]

Excuse me, Miss, no I ain't havin' it
I smacked him with the four pound, (*##$ hit the ground
Then I stepped off, dropped out the %#@!

Equipped with the dipped courdouroy Bailey's with the cream stitch
Powerhouse biscuits that blow roofs off
Rae watch is missin', you take ya boots off

And take off those chaaaaaiiiiiiinnnns
The fat $#&@ thought I was playin' so I started sprayin
Chicks hit the floor, bottles broke

The owner slid through beefin', duke threw the toast to his throat
We brought the noise like we here to promote
My man don't get his %#@! in four or five minutes yo we're leavin' with the

vote
A gangsta's lotto, thirteen bodies and still climbin
Big shotties, bodied when they sniff body

We did our thing too we got to the Envy lobby
Our last four or five shots we see nobody


[Chorus]

[Polite]

Eh yo %#@! got real that night
Power grabbed him, 'Vine smacked him dead in his head
(Oh %#@!, ^!$$% he got a magnum!)

Yo we all holdin', rollin
Grab a ^!$$%, search him if he front, $#&@ it, blow him!
Watchin' ^!$$%s foldin
The bartender got a shotgun in his hand
Let off, the wheelchair ^!$$% got him and ran

Surround the Don, full body armor automatically on
The !@$)gots passed off the watch and gone
(yo y'all ^!$$%s ain't searchin' %#@!!)
Yo where the big mouth at? ^!$$%s step up
Matter of fact ^!$$%, lie the $#&@ up

^!$$% tried to swing on G's but he a gentleman
Son, he dropped the dead arm but failed to see it
Two shot G's pealed his meat [starts to fade out]
Let's see, ^!$$%s tried to front like my ^!$$%s is weak
Corey pulled the truck up, C-4ed this (*##$, blew it the $#&@ up!

^!$$%s'll use and ^!$$%s'll die in this motha$#&@a! [explosion]