Raekwon - Pa-Blow Escablow Lyrics

Writer(s) : WOODS, COREY / , Y
Artist: Raekwon Lyrics
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Album: Track 12 on The Lex Diamond Story
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[Incomprehensible]
Hug your right hand, jumped off the plane, kissed the white man
A steady act, curly hair, chubby, fly mustache *****
Money was long and plush hat, **** cost nine thousand
Picture me up in the housing, serving much crack

Cat look at me, I'm real, lobbin' on the field
For real, I shot *****s, shakin' their hands
I'm ill, damn, one of those business man's
I just seen 'em murk a *****, but he jerked him at the same time
That's fam
(Oh ****)

Hug your right hand, jumped off the plane, kissed the white man
A steady act, curly hair, chubby, fly mustache *****
Money was long and plush hat, **** cost nine thousand
Picture me up in the housing, serving much crack

Cat look at me, I'm real, lobbin' on the field
For real, I shot *****s, shakin' their hands
I'm ill, damn, one of those business man's
I just seen 'em murk a *****, but he jerked him at the same time
That's fam

One of those Columbian's who got money
One of those *****s might try to get up on me
Yo, damn, I need to eat and I'm a man
I'm a stand up, *****, I'mma handle when I'm makin' my plan

Pop, I'll take two hundred bricks, hit me
One helicopter had the super bungalow with the van
All ill technology to watch if I ran, he only gave me
Woody gave sixty eight other black mans

Now, if Pa-Blow would've kept it gangsta
None of this **** would've never happened

Now the DEA was on his ***
Slick saucony's on, big homey takin' a blast or somethin'
Handsome big *****s around him
Surroundin' him with big glasses on, drinkin' on lances, fam

Most them *****s fastin'
'cause when he fed *****s after that, ***** and grass
Had made backs, eight labs, his date was miss
Massachusetts, cap eatin' fruit, tongue in his ***

You can't **** with the cartel, you barked at it
Jabbed her and shot her in the back, I can't stand the bird
Word to furs, I need big wiz
He looked at me, "Huh, exactly, chef go after big *****es"

Frozen burner henchman, flash the great lookin' nine on me
Rhinestones, no, them shits is dime stones
Hold a million dollar pound, bust something, don't trust nothin'
I'm in shock, starin' it down

Now, here's where this **** gets crazy

The killas increase, he fell, but maybe a little bit
The Mediene Cartel would fail, Diego his horse, with George Young
Yo, will argue over large sales, hittin' Cuba with lumps, yeah
Call them *****s 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, I'm eatin' fresh veal
Pa-Blow, the largest ***** involved

The arsenal will have sixty three hundred murders
Livin' in apartments, wild he violated flight a Bianca
Took two hundred *****s down but two men houndin' him
The ****in' cockroaches posin' the on six million dollars sofa

We're eatin' enchilada, goat cheese pasta
Yeah we was drippin' it with more salsa
And then they rushed in, found him on the roof
Dead in his boxers, but it wasn't him

Story to be continued, motha****a


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