Pa-Blow Escablow

(feat. Polite) [Chorus x2: Raekwon]
Hug your right hand, jumped off the plane, kissed the white man
A steady act, curly hair, chubby, fly mustache nigga
Money was long, and plush hat, shit cost nine thousand
Picture me in the housing, serving much crack
Cat look at me,
Im real, lobbin on the field
For real,
I shot niggas shakin their hands,
Im ill Damn, one of them business mans
I just seen em murk a nigga, but he jerked him at the same time (Thats fam..) [Polite:] (oh shit) [ Raekwon]
Thats fam, one of those
Columbians who got money
One of those niggas might try to get up on me
Yo, damn,
I need to eat, and
Im a man
Im a stand up, nigga,
Imma handle when
Im makin my plan
Pop, Ill take two hundred bricks, hit me
One helicopter had the super bungalo with the van
All ill technology to watch if
I ran, he only gave me
Woody gave sixty eight other black mans [Interlude: Polite]
Now.. if Pa-
Blow wouldve kept it gangsta
None of this shit wouldve never happened [Raekwon]
Now the DE
A was on his ass
Slick Sauconys on, big homey takin a blast or somethin
Handsome big niggas around him
Surroundin him with big glasses on, drinkin on lances, fam
Most them niggas fastin
Cuz when he fed niggas after that, pussy and grass
Had made backs, eight labs, his date was
Miss Mass-
Achusetts,
Cap eatin fruit, tonguein his ass
You cant fuck with the cartel, you barked at it
Jabbed her and shot her in the back,
I cant stand the bird
Word to furs,
I need big wizes
He looked at me, 'Huh, exactly, Chef go after big bitches'
Frozen burner henchman, flash the great
Lookin nine on me, rhinestones, no, them shits is dime stones
Hold a million dollar pound, bust something, dont trust nothin
Im in shock, starin it down [Interlude: Polite]
Now.. heres where this shit gets crazy! [Raekwon]
The killas increase, he fell, but
Maybe a little bit, the
Mediene Cartel will fail
Diego his horse, with
George Young
Yo, will argue over large sales, hittin
Cuba with lumps, yeah
Call them niggas drug barons, eighty billion workers sniff
Gettin lift ownin
Miami yo Flips got bigger, makin more trails
Set it out of nowhere when coppin a jail,
Im eatin fresh veal
Pa-Blow, the largest nigga involved
The arsenal will have sixty three hundred murders
Livin in apartments, wild he violated flight a
Bianca Took two hundred niggas down but two men houndin him
The fuckin cockroches posin the on six million dollars sold
Were eatin enchilada, goat cheese pasta
Yeah were drippin it with more salsa
And then they rushed in, found him on the roof dead in his boxers
But it wasnt him. [Outro: Polite]
The story.. oh shit.. mothafucka!
Hahahahaha