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Raekwon - Текст песни Brown Paper Bag Thoughts
These niggas man, what's the matter wid these niggas man?
 Nah man I'm puttin this shit up, fuck dat man
 Ya'll niggas want me to be a crook again
 I know how to do that man don't even play wid me like that yo
 We spit rap and fire brown paper bag
 Gat rap go whack and float acrooss the map
 Floss that anything yell endorse that
 Electric company money honey gin romie
 Wrap 'em like a mummy his style bummy
 Puffy Johnson Charles Bronson mix fly
 Deuce flicks new and improved clicks wu kit
 Blood on the barrel of a desert out in the desert
 No shade'll live in my square blow the present clue
 Red meat shallah want adapt to collect acting like you
 Killer on some serial killer you wack duke shirt off
 React like I'm bagging up stabbing up what collect
 A brick pop shit in the six trunk
 Nah nah man, nah man you wanna have that shit again
 Why you ain't taking this shit to be something that
 It really is man, this you life man
 Shoalin and desert storm
 This mic man he he acting stupid on me man
 What what what?
 Moseyin thousand dollar uniform you want
 Celine Dion chickenheads yo straight out of Houston
 Big ballers wall to wall brawlers die for us
 Lie for us, snatch white man money cry for us
 Creepin' through the halls on a keyboard
 Friendly blessed dress and all Fendi
 Voice rock don't offend me intimidation make
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 Me blow for the station rep for one nation
 Ghetto bust like revelation, analyze
 Analyze, losin' two wives livin' two lives
 Crew rise American cream new guys
 Two hundred pies get rich and plan sweet
 Rappin' like mines you writing like mines they lines
 Grab my dick stay in line we come to whip nines
 Hold lot of carrying time and teaching crackers how to shine
 Oh yeah one thing recognize fucking wit the young
 keep 'em organized rest in peace, Donny, my soul cries, what?
 I dunn hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it
 Natural light up, light up, that's my word
 This is this is for clue right here dunn
 I'm third rail though half seal and I blow Robert De Niro dough
 Gundelero let the steel blow, here me yo, wild trump style
 Dunns connect three hundred ones while
 Floating like a mackerel, that's bad
 Most craziest laziest all I seeing blazes
 Majorness mechanic wreckor on a beige disc
 Payin whether level bank rolls freakin'
 Plain clothes lex big six arrange those snotty nose
 Pose dark skinned hoes crazy ill fly Jersey exposed
 Neck rolls fuck your set flash let those stare the
 Lex nose watching vet po posing wit the most fly
 Livest Gortex made in Mexico, bring fifteen five
 Celine Dion ties two thousand nine bubble eye shit
 DJ Clue Killuminati
 John Gotti story right here fella
 Huh, yeah, word up










