Still Killin' - Raekwon

K Slay don’t want me out here

They don’t want you out here dog

His mother fucking face long

K Slay, New York City

Holler at your god damn boy

We don’t rock no mother fucking ice baby

We rock this real shit dog

And (?)

Some fuck with it

Its going down

The elevator with the crib

Bling with it kid

I built one in the Bill Clintons

Mills was spent, still don

Still (?), still yacht flying

Still kill a bitch

Still kill a flick

The fifth out, don’t even breathe

Out in Ghana with the ill thieves

Slick hammers, we all fam

What

Pull out the four, pop the chump

See the luxury mall

The casket leather, the python seats velour

Flash back

He in them Benz lenses

Acting like he did ten sentences

Something ain’t real

We go excited, parked the truck

Just leaned a light and twist a blunt

Sat back son, (?)

This money on it

And to them young niggas strong on it

Devour the snitches

You got on, you born with it

Make a toast for ours

For all the money and powers

The right division

Don’t ever let corns get it