Raekwon - Missing WatchLyrics

Oh shit, fuck is my watch at? Shit man, fuck Nah man, nah man, hell nah These bitches is frontin' The fuck the shit go? Them drug gangstas Yo son, you got my shit? Nah, son, I ain't got ya shit Son, you ain't got my shit? Nah, nigga, I ain't got ya shit Yo, son, my shit is gone Pah listen, I ain't got ya shit Lex you sure you ain't leave it in the I started buggin' out, fell in the zone, half the bone lit Passed off, rubbin' on my ski hat, oh shit 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 niggaz wanna play me for test Shit fell off ya hand Lord? Stop it, I'm eyein niggaz in they faces After that I'm goin' at niggaz pockets The watch, faggot yeah, y'all niggaz got my shit Yo Lex we family, I helped you cop yo' shit Then help me find my shit Eye-ballin' every fake Frankie Lymon in the joint Break out, find my shit Yeah, yo now I got robbed, I smell it Mad bitches walkin' by the fella tryin' to crochet Bitch spell it, listen trick, be out, bounce Blew an ounce off of weed in the bitch face She pulled out two white owls Everybody back the fuck up, move Chef, you actin' like a loose cannon Pah, with you and your dudes If my shit come up, cool Matter of fact, clack, clack, clack, clack Niggas pulled out tools Yo, yo, yo, yo, turn the fuckin' lights off Pass the illumin' Lord, tell the DJ yo, turn the fuckin' music off We got announcements, we want y'all to listen clear We just lost about mansion in here And yo, eh yo, if we don't get it back it's gon' be a problem Then my niggas gon' react and that'll be a problem Eighty-five thou' gone we got a fuckin' problem Ain't nobody leavin' alive until we find 'em Excuse me, miss, no I ain't havin' it I smacked him with the four pound, bitch hit the ground Then I stepped off, dropped out the shit 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 chains The fat fuck 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 shit 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 Yo, yo, yo, yo, turn the fuckin' lights off Pass the illumin' Lord, tell the DJ yo, turn the fuckin' music off We got announcements, we want y'all to listen clear We just lost about mansion in here And yo, eh yo, if we don't get it back it's gon' be a problem Then my niggas gon' react and that'll be a problem Eighty-five thou' gone we got a fuckin' problem Ain't nobody leavin' alive until we find 'em Eh yo, eh yo, shit got real that night Power grabbed him, Vine smacked him dead in his head (Oh shit, nigga he got a Magnum) Yo we all holdin', rollin' Grab a nigga, search him if he front, fuck it, blow him Watchin' niggas foldin' The bartender got a shotgun in his hand Let off the wheelchair nigga got him and ran Surround the don, full body armor automatically on The faggots passed off the watch and gone (Yo y'all niggas ain't searchin' shit) Yo where the big mouth at? Niggas step up Matter of fact nigga, line the fuck up Nigga 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 Let's see, niggas tried to front like my niggas is weak Corey pulled the truck up, see-4ed this bitch, blew it the fuck up Niggas'll use and niggas'll die in this mothafucka