Molasses
    (专辑: Shaolin Vs Wu-Tang - 2011)
    
    [Intro: Raekwon]  Yo, legend, what's good, legend, what's going on?  (Yo, we gotta do the 
intro over and all that, right?) Ice H2O  (Ight, keep all that, keep all that) Keep our palace, nigga  Yeah, word up, yeah, yeah, yeah, turn me up, son  Yo, Ross, what up, my nigga? (Murderous shit) Aiyo, aiyo   [Verse 1: Raekwon]  Word to the 
gold panamaras, and to the 
wood grain in my labo  I 
go the 
extra mile, my flow scaffolds  Crew cuts, the 
older niggas, the 
same rumors, just the 
same goons  When niggas catch visions of killing capos  Palestinian armor, golden rocket launcher, my aunt  She copped it from me, bought it in Rwanda  See demons scheming, niggas get live in the 
Beacon  I'm 'shaw' to 'shank' shit up like Morgan Freeman  Pussy getting rapper, rich nigga, one-on-one rents niggas  And incidents, my fingerprints been tore up  We sell love slinging like Siemens, the 
snortable Beemers  They love calling niggas names out, you screaming  Feds try to tap us and plus clap us, niggas'll grab Bust'  Throw you in the 
rassle, yo, clap ups  Catch me at the 
Stephen King mansion, with four of my Branson niggas  With me, me and Britney, a 
dancer  Know your shit authentic by the 
way your hat fit on you, with it  I'm like the 
Blair Witch nigga in the 
rented  Curtains in the 
five-seven, chunky and short  Bagging dope up in the 
backseat, your packages walk  Holding my girl wedding ring, she Medellin  Name is Coretta King, live in Alpharetta and she never leave me  Flow freely this is all graffiti, the 
cloth I'm cut from  Is straight from a 
rich nigga genie   [Chorus x2: Raekwon]  Yo, Scarface gangstas, criminal niggas up in the 
trenches  Army coats on, playing the 
benches  Getting paper, sly, that's the 
motto, intelligent goons  Inside a 
hundred thousand dollar whip, follow   [Verse 2: Rick Ross]  The 
fucking Juan Don, yeah, Su Wu-Tang  Still gritty, leave the 
pretty to the 
females  The 
watch mother pearl weather seashells  Pick of the 
litter, have this nigga picking paper up  Twitter thug, I'm the 
townline strangler  Get 'em up, banging dangerous as angel dust  Cuban Linx smoking stink in the 
Brink's trunk  I 
run with killas who snort powder, extort cowards  Ankle monitors under garments, so fuck showers  I 
give a 
fuck what you talking 'bout  Mob meetings, we them only niggas walking out  Sparking purple once a 
nigga done spaghetti slurping  Fly away in my new, Scabetti, surfing   [Chorus x2: Raekwon]  Yo, Scarface gangstas, criminal niggas up in the 
trenches  Army coats on, playing the 
benches  Getting paper, sly, that's the 
motto, intelligent goons  Inside a 
hundred thousand dollar whip, follow   [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]  Yo, we in the 
back roasting marshmallows, bottles of Cru'  The 
dialogue is the 
big chain niggas is rude  Law library scholars, potatoes over the 
thirty eights  With bald-heads, all live wires  Eleven homes, six trust funds, came home from doing a 
dime  We just left Un's, straight up  And we standing over the 
stoves, in denim Gibaud's  Bought a 
Dairy Queen in Queens right next to Lowe's  IMAX Theaters, Astoria Waldorf  Philip Drummer suite, pretty young thing sucking my balls off  Bubble baths, hash, zooted up, eyes closed  Silk drawers, fronting in my key lime pie Wall-o's  And I 
still got a 
half a 
key indeed, Frank Lucas shit  Hidden in coffins, flying over seas  And if you ever try to ruin my night  I'm a 
make sure my best pawn put like three in your kite  Shot caller, laying in big laws  Rock of Gibraltar, my pinky joint, killer like Orca  Daytime hawk, a 
nasty street author  Me, Rae and Rick, Uzi'd out in the 
Porsche's  Case we gotta Warner bro, like Malcolm-Jamal  I'm a 
Falcon, Seven Mike Vick with the 
ball  Cause I 
can hut-one, hut-two, disrespect, I 
hunt you down  Ain't a 
muthafucking crew we can't run through   [Chorus x2: Raekwon]  Yo, Scarface gangstas, criminal niggas up in the 
trenches  Army coats on, playing the 
benches  Getting paper, sly, that's the 
motto, intelligent goons  Inside a 
hundred thousand dollar whip, follow   [Outro:]  Army shit, nigga  Camouflage, guerrilla shit, nigga  You know what it is, man  Yo, Lex, talk, yeah  Where ya man at? Let's go  Stay together, my nigga