Brazil - Raekwon, Ill Bill

Why are zyl frames on me?

Good Nike, yeah

True, alotta chains on, this is how we do the thing, enlight me

Clubbed out, bugged out, this is what them thugs bout

Bust off shotties, knock niggas mother’s out

Roll in them renters in winter

Too much bones, get bent up

The sword’ll eat up your chrome for dinner

We tasting VS’s, very special Cognac since G.S.'s

Now we leaning Louis sneakers and C.L.S.'s

I’m far from your average rapper, yeah Shallah, hit with an actor

Cutting through your time, then slap ya

Yo, you see me on them Smack shits, all of my Skittles on

In black whips, living comfortable in some glass cribs

Word to Jabari, my junior, only two years old

Swimming with the sharks, I’mma feed you tuna

Your pops been a whale since jail

Was taking niggas out to Brazil

Where carnivale mamis is ill

Take me to Paul Wall, buy me a grill

I got groupies, buying me Gucci’s and exclusive Nike’s, it’s real

I stay biz in the kitchen with the Chef Rae-Kwiz

It’s either five mill or I’mma have to take they kids

I figured out how to rape the system

I made more than your album budget off of a freestyle on this mixtape

A hustler that understand dollars and cents

I get blowjobs from runway models in France

The rap Burt Reynolds, when I married the world trembles

Producing earthquakes, turning ya stone hedge to pebbles

The life we chose, the path we lead

And none of us’ll see heaven, that’s our own guarantee

Never rat on your friends, always keep your mouth shut

The back of the Benz, put this in your mouth, slut

I saw, I conquered, I came and I’m out

Laid it out all on the tonsils, then skeet in her mouth