Canal Street lyrics

by

Necro


[Skit: Raekwon (all voices)]
—"Yeah. Ayo, y'all ready, right? Aight. None of that fronting sh*t, neither, n*gga, it's broad-day. Word up, the store is over there, n*gga, let's go. Yeah, they got the big jewelry in the window. You seen that sh*t? You better come seen that other sh*t, right? Good good, that's me right there, ayo you—all you gotta do is just come with the bricks, son. I got a big brick in the motherf*cking Louis bag, n*gga. Take that, just smash the sh*t out. About four-five n*ggas gon' slip in."
—"Professionals. Immediately, n*gga. What the f*ck this n*gga talking 'bout? Have I ever fronted on you n*gga? Aight. Yo, you grab the three from him. You grab the heatholders. You grab the watches, n*gga."
(*gunshots)
—"Move! Let's go. police, come on son! They right down the block, n*gga."
—"Y'all got that? Good!"
—"Meet you at the train station. One, son!"

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
All of our fathers is bank robbers holdin' TECs
Eighths of hero'n, shooting in the steps
In the 60's, n*ggas was poor, check the revelation
Now, we rock 6-50s in the snow
AKs, ARs, wire jaws, say ours
YSL frames in the rain, Marvin Gaye on
Goose bubbles on, stuck in the huddle, tryna transform
Every gram action to a sandstorm
Fly through my block, you live, make a b*tch stop
Have your sh*t c*cked yo, n*ggas might dive on you
All we wear is Filas, Guess, suede fronts, beehives
Bally sneakers, big jewels, Levi's

[Hook: Raekwon]
Back to slinging every 45 minutes
Gs fleeing, fiends is in the building OD'ing
The drugs is in the ground, burners on the side of our legs
It's gonna happen, so you know we low-keying
Yeah, can't sell in here, yup, I said it
Yeah, can't tell in here, they want credit, n*ggas
Just a lifestyle, the holders with the drugs is dreaded
Just a typical day to get wiped out
[Verse 2: Raekwon]
Broad-day jungle, living with the rodents
The goons'll run through, blow a bag and hunt you
Always flaky, calluses, hands
My mans come through the avenue, Swiss cheese patrons
Blood that flood the hall, every head'll drop
Jump in the Maybach, switch the station
These rap n*ggas is washed, hang 'em on the pole, no head
Pajama top, handcuff with a gosha
We realer than the Spanglers Rep Posse squad; that's dangerous
Take it back to the Lee's and Wranglers
Take what we want, explain this
Famous for my kitchen knives, rings, and the fifths are stainless
Gun down your trooper, grenade your coupe up
Plain and simple n*ggas is poo-butt
f*ck with my crew, what? Either you shot or you cut
"Real n*gga to real n*gga, man, you know how we get down, man"

[Hook: Raekwon]
Back to slinging every 45 minutes
Gs fleeing, fiends is in the building OD'ing
The drugs is in the ground, burners on the side of our legs
It's gonna happen, so you know we low-keying
Yeah, can't sell in here, yup, I said it
Yeah, can't tell in here, they want credit, n*ggas
Just a lifestyle, the holders with the drugs is dreaded
Just a typical day to get wiped out
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