Letra de 'Live From Park Hill' de Raekwon The Chef

Yo, this is Park Hill projects, man
Ya'llk now what it is, there's no enough worms out here, man
Ya'll niggas back the xxxx up, man, there's not enough room, back up

[Raekwon]
More coke than Escobar homies, yo the Medaneen click
They bought Lex a big crib out in Minnesota
The ratchets I wear, the rubber look like gum
My gold frames were smacked off the face of George Jones
Quiet life, funeral music, when the lead spray
You won't snitch on us son, that's not condusive
Me? I battle for checks and wills
You know the recipe, respect my gun, check your son
Yeah, the legend, the infamous, with forty seven rackets
When rap's gone, I might go invest in tennis
Casino don with mad classics
Hooks and fly yogurt up with some xxx in it, feedin' ya glasses
Wont' play my shit, huh? I still gon' eat
Got Benz commercials now, lick my meat
Go ahead and tell your man, so I can tell my man
And do the phone thing, yo, kill only fam

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Yeah, I told ya'll niggas, man
Ya'll niggas ain't gettin' in here with that bullshit G
Ya'll need to back the xxxx up, all ya'll niggas
Yo, Duke, xxxx is you doin' with that joint right there?
Yo son, snatch that nigga, snatch that nigga right there
Hold him, don't let him go, youse a bitch
Back the xxxx up, I told all ya'll niggas
Yo, let that lady in right there, let that lady in
Rest of ya'll niggas, get the xxxx away from me, G
Park Hill Projects, ya'll know what the xxxx it is
Man, slide to side, slide G, for real, for real
We got this, got this, Ice Water Inc., all day daddy
All day....