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Surgical Gloves Lyrics
"8 Million Stories" nigga
Take y'all niggas somewhere, man
You niggas never heard niggas rhyme like this before, man
This ain't no Wizard of Oz shit neither, man
For real, man
Aiyyo
[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Surgical gloves snubs in the grass with his blood
Homie hold that, the four black, he blacked down
Gold Jag, O laughing, yo yo what the fuck happened
They clapped him in his scalp and flew that way
Yo why they capped him, they went through his 'llac
Snatched his Audemars Piguet, took his man's gold, 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
Super-charged Kangols, Rae and Ghost CD in his change, yo
Angel, Spanish kid lango, all I know is where he hang though
Kept his sideways angle, good brush tough-talk keep it real
Daddy got them thang-os, I respect on how the game goes
The same goes for get fresh niggas, test niggas
Extra blessed niggas with them egos, we blow you out your peek holes
Ha ha, adios mios, we get them 12 of ki-yo,
Keep it moving, slide off in them Geos, freeloaders the D's over
Your shit won't sell no more
Breeze over
[Hook]
Money, gear, drugs, guns, good years, all my niggas sit smelling the tears
Cook it snow white, it's just the pro life, never living off fear
We all millionaires now, where's my shares
(Money) You know the cold drug money get money, baby
(Money) You know we fold the stash over cash blowers
(Money) So when the D's come we float and grab the boats, yeah
(Money) Spend off, I got my win off, have a potent year
[Verse 2: Raekwon]
X6s red, up in Albany with the dreads, bags of black, fuck the feds
Papers in Aruba, gold tuba from Bermuda in my living room spreads
Cameras, action, got the calico crack, where the food at
Hood jewelery on, I gots to do that
Long chain hatchet flooded up, you knew that
Baby blue mack, stones on the nozzle stay bulletproof
Brothels 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, we 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, 47 quick claps
Spray off on something
[Hook]
Spray on one of y'all, man
Streets is mine, nigga
You know how we do
For real
Straight up
This how we playing right now, man
Cause the streets, man, the streets is making y'all niggas see, man
But some of y'all is blind
For real
Take y'all niggas somewhere, man
You niggas never heard niggas rhyme like this before, man
This ain't no Wizard of Oz shit neither, man
For real, man
Aiyyo
Surgical gloves snubs in the grass with his blood
Homie hold that, the four black, he blacked down
Gold Jag, O laughing, yo yo what the fuck happened
They clapped him in his scalp and flew that way
Yo why they capped him, they went through his 'llac
Snatched his Audemars Piguet, took his man's gold, 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
Super-charged Kangols, Rae and Ghost CD in his change, yo
Angel, Spanish kid lango, all I know is where he hang though
Kept his sideways angle, good brush tough-talk keep it real
Daddy got them thang-os, I respect on how the game goes
The same goes for get fresh niggas, test niggas
Extra blessed niggas with them egos, we blow you out your peek holes
Ha ha, adios mios, we get them 12 of ki-yo,
Keep it moving, slide off in them Geos, freeloaders the D's over
Your shit won't sell no more
Breeze over
Money, gear, drugs, guns, good years, all my niggas sit smelling the tears
Cook it snow white, it's just the pro life, never living off fear
We all millionaires now, where's my shares
(Money) You know the cold drug money get money, baby
(Money) You know we fold the stash over cash blowers
(Money) So when the D's come we float and grab the boats, yeah
(Money) Spend off, I got my win off, have a potent year
X6s red, up in Albany with the dreads, bags of black, fuck the feds
Papers in Aruba, gold tuba from Bermuda in my living room spreads
Cameras, action, got the calico crack, where the food at
Hood jewelery on, I gots to do that
Long chain hatchet flooded up, you knew that
Baby blue mack, stones on the nozzle stay bulletproof
Brothels 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, we 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, 47 quick claps
Spray off on something
Streets is mine, nigga
You know how we do
For real
Straight up
This how we playing right now, man
Cause the streets, man, the streets is making y'all niggas see, man
But some of y'all is blind
For real
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I typed this up in Notepad 2 mainly for ohhla.com so I didn't really account for the spacing that this site uses. Unfortunately ohhla.com's lyric has the incorrect "older mom's pink hat" line instead of Audemars Piguet. Hopefully none of my lines are incorrect, but it's kinda hard to hear certain works clearly due to how the song is mixed.
It's on the illest beats I've heard in a long time. Alchemist blacked out on this one. :)