Raekwon Apple Jax Lyrics

[Intro: Raekwon]
Yo Gil, that's apple jack right there...
That's funky right there, that's funky right there
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) sittin' here
With the apple jacks on, with the cracks...
Word up... big Polite speak on

[Chorus: Polite]
Aiyo, real ain't real no more, yo, these n____s is fake
You ever stared in the eyes of a snake?
To all my real n____s keeping it street, f___ running your mouth
If it's war, then we talk with the heat
Hitting off til you b______s dead, blaow
Body collapse, and push his brains to the back of his head
And you n____s gon' respect the God, and the word of the streets
You n____s wanna see Lex go hard

[Raekwon]
The truck's Acura, crazy, heavy tuck style, Dutch style
All my n____s look rich, all the b____es f___ loud
Seeing a Benz and look sizzling, don't let it rain, daddy
That's when the reds get more busy
Hyper then shooting at snipers, bloodbaths, some, they laugh
Gleaming in some luxury labs, all the wally down, flicks we flash
Grabbing b____es blowing in whips, every blessing, flip up flags
I put that on my wallet, I'm great, kid with the Purple Tape
Flame names, the Louis Lex Diamonds and the makes
All the bank robbing n____s pump aids, jewelry glass
Commission the mass, to stop the record, pa, switch states, yo
Real n____s get big, fake n____s get hit
Talk about b____es won't come to your s___
I'm throwing on balley's, laying in denalli's
On my way to Cali, f___ n____s I respect, gun playing the slip

[Raekwon]
Aiyo, I sing liver than the Tempts, sitting in the V, choking my hat down
Everybody fly, folding bricks
Once my n____s get on, it's on, I'm popping n____s off top
This is my yacht, stay the f___ off
Ya'll ran with the Cuban, started changing names, n____ listen
I started it, you need to just pass me the chain
Don't give me that "I respect your work" bullshit
I shot the same game, shot n____s in planes and stole n____s wizzes
Yo, that's my ninjas, catching bodies a hobby
Sit back, doola hits, more, listen
Twisting, wrist glisten, slang lord, handle my position
Is to sit back, and kill all fake n____s
And I sware my ear is the rear version
Don't got time to kill on every track, f___ rap, change the wheel
Kneel behind 'burbans, and burst one knee, this is me
All the kid ever wanted was more burners

[Hook 2X: Raekwon]
Do you know where you going to?
Do you like the things that Lex serving you? But Lex'll murder you