Google That - N.O.R.E., Raekwon, Styles P

Shifty, low down, gritty and grimy

Like Fredro, fuck it, I get the bread, though

I take the nine and buck it up at your head, though

I run your jewels, you do it because I said so

Ride around the hood with niggas that let the lead go

I will never rat told my lawyers, to tell the feds, so

Word to the bullpen sandwich, and the bed roll

Like Starks in the Game of Thrones, let my head roll

Real nigga, nigga real

Team full of shooters, willing to pull the trigger still

If they see you ain’t got a deal, take it from me

If they feel like you pussy, they be waiting for you

I ain’t pussy, go 'head and wait

You the dickhead, that the bullet gonna penetrate

Dead nigga, dumb nigga

Fucking with a killa, should of knew it’s red rum, nigga

I really drink Tiger Balm (you can Google that)

And I shot niggas too (you can Google that)

See I smoke big (you can Google that)

You heard I did a little bid (you can Google that)

Fuck niggas (you can Google that)

Nigga, fuck the other side (you can Google that)

Fuck niggas (you can Google that)

Nigga, fuck the other side (you can Google that)

Yeah, I’m from the era of the stick house

Where niggas used to cook bricks, at the chick house, after you re-up

Dominicans, Washington Heights, they had me up

Dimilo, weather so cold, it’s like three below

My kicks stay fresh like a brand new baby ass

I found a Chinese chick with a crazy ass

I call her Suckmioffa, all she did was suck me off

All she want was wonton soup and some butter sauce

Leather, she told me that she Google my name up

Shootings, robberies, and big coke came up

See I’m an accurate shooter through your medulla

You can get your ruler, bought a missile the size of Zab Judah

I smoke weed, no other shit

The widows getting high on some other shit

You can keep that, respect to you

Get out of line with the heater to your neck, to you

Yo, more money then Google, ya’ll niggas is doodoo

Throw the mac in your mouth and butt fuck your booboo

Yeah, pause little pussy, I’m the cable man, flow direct

Your hoe I wreck, horse brick stable, man

Black trunk, nigga, with fat pockets

Crooked like Jesse Jackson in the Black Watching

Broke nigga, with rich whores

Run up in the Hampton, sawed off, and get yours

Always rock the freshest, since AJ Lesters

Cooling off Orchid, buying shoes and vests

Gwop lieutenant, who in it, yo, we winning, now send it

I post in the ghost, the dumbest groupies is bidding

Pocket full, rock to rule, chef is unstoppable

Raised in the cage, ran with the cocky wolves

Lefrak, Yonkers to Staten walls, niggas take massive pulls

So now we blast and let bastards move