Firewater (feat. Big Pun, Armageddon & Raekwon)

(4:30 in the morning, mira)

You know what I mean, mira

Dame te culo, mami (give me my shit back, give me my shit back)

Yo, Fat Joe and them is here now, word

(Shine like marbles) collects diamonds

(The remix)

Ayo, add on son

Politic for the real ones

Yo, we gettin' knots, like stockbrokers who own Marriott's

Blast shots for all my niggas who splash cops

The rich Corleone camp is here, thousand and one

Corner son, fake a jack, you be a goner

Yo, control this rap like Napoleon

Half-Mongolian, hold it, you owe me in

Rock 'em like linoleum, yeah

Lex, diamonds, shinin' like you rhymin'

929'n, Titanium glass, time to play that ass

Whirlwinds of French, come movin' intense

Time to pull again, release the shell, well

Make 'em yell again, so sleek

But I'm a be maxin' in suites

Countin' your paper and countin' your sheeps

Hittin' your chick in Jeeps

Miraculously, attack your faculty, who wanna tackle me?

You jack Mack, kidnap 'em for free

What? You got heat, you better pop those

We movin' like Gestapos, through underground potholes

That rock those, much land discoveries

Chrome rims, sippin' bubbly

Who livin' lovely, half a brick to cover me

So dissin' me, come on now listen G

You's a dime, I'm a key

Thun, thun straight out of Sicily

Now, back to the stash crib

Joey Crack baggin' up cracks

One love, give 'em G-Packs, kid

We gettin' knots, like stockbrokers who own Marriott's

Blast shots for all my niggas who splash cops

The rich Corleone camp is here, thousand and one

Corner thun, fake a jack, you be a goner

Word life, I'll be the infamous

Who leaks the witnesses, crack's the wickedest

Run up in your crib, blast your kids

Ain't no myth in this, shit's official

I'll pistol-whip you with my Smith & Wesson

'Cause my investin' was sendin' rappers to heaven

Gives me an erection

You need protection from the smooth assassin

Who really moves at action, blastin' mothafuckas

Execution fashion

Now who's the fat one that you love to hate?

Catch you at your mother's wake, smack you

Then I'll wack you with my snub trey-eight

It doesn't take much to make me restless

Look at my face and definite lose your breath

Truck up, my face is Lexus

You wan' test this, so really?

I'll make one call and have the whole Wu comin' on the ferry

I'm very dangerous and well-connected

I puff an L with Method, then try to

Decide who's next to feel his neck slit

So respected and admired the boss, retired your lost

Wu Tang, your terror squad, vaya con Dios

We gettin' knots, like stockbrokers who own Marriott's

Blast shots for all my niggas who splash cops

Rich Corleone camp is here, thousand and one

Corner thun, fake a jack, you be a goner

You guys despise guys like us

Guys like us, disgust like Spartacus

You cuss and claim a bust

You lust for a part of us

You thrust, but can't touch

Plus we far from any type of fellas you can trust

Put the pressure on the mic

A bench press to your chest, sound like sweat on my back

When having sex, tight-ass flex

Pretty Pocahontas pussy sweet, like my new Tec

Sis' got curves like a GS, 300 Lex

My body's 95% alcohol, 5% cancer

Sosa diamonds, Getty, Lucci, blaze it up like Bonanza

Catch me in the cut, easy G's is burnin' my gut

As I remember my ménage à trois was mired by sluts

I question mark your heart, punctuate your fate

All your version predicates

Done as well as you pronunciate

In the West we're gonna break you off the isle

Take C.O.s hostage Arab style, no surrender

Gettin' knots, like stockbrokers who own Marriott's

Blast shots for all my niggas who splash cops

Rich Corleone camp is here, thousand and one

Corner thun, fake a jack, you be a goner

Yo, I'm all about business and enterprisin'

Advisin' financial advisors on franchisin' the wider than horizons

Divisin' ideas with master minders

Movin' on a stash of diamonds

First we get the cash, then we laugh like minors

Don't get me wrong I'm a funny bastard

But when it come to money, thun, I'm not the one to laugh with

I'm after for what cash can bring me brothers

Me and my demon lovers blast and laugh at hyenas

Back to Ringling Brothers believe them others

You the best, yet, and still

I'm investin' mil's on a hunch over lunch

Puffin' on a Chesterfield

Who wan' test the real scandalous

I'm at the Sands in Los Angeles

Plannin' hits with an anonymous philanthropist

Spanish kids, close to God, like evangelists

Choppin' niggas up and makin' sandwiches

Gettin' knots, like stockbrokers who own Marriott's

Blast shots for all my niggas who splash cops

Rich Corleone camp is here, thousand and one

Corner thun, fake a jack, you be a goner (goner)