Artist: Raekwon Album: Lost Jewelry EP Song: Lead Season Typed by: Gemini_20502K@Yahoo.com [Intro] Yeah! Talk to me man! Word up man! Park that thing over there man Yeah all that inside is marble nigga Take me over there get me three white owls nigga Word up man! Yeah! Do this shit man! Let's go nigga! [Verse One] Park the red baron beamer in the back of the cleaners 'Laxin with the army gun team I met at Yeena's And my blow like Floyd hands The chain I wear is skinny baby but the weight eighty grand Jumpin out of solid shit rugby marathon Use to rob Paragon smoke with Agallah Flow was designed for the Ghost but I don't want it If it's not bitin the head off, come see me slap a don Great take me and that connect with the grimeys Back when me and Flex kidnapped the nineties I was king call me Luther LeBron Make a dream team appear, courtside seats and them karmas Known for my get down and fly wear it's usually my eye wear That make me buy up everything bong I'm a old fila king with wings on street cog nike suit Sharp paid gold face Milan [Chorus] We gettin bread in the buildin Niggas gettin money quick to spread in the buildin gettin lead in the buildin Bosses don't bite they write checks I want the nigga head in the buildin get fed in the wilderness We gettin bread in the buildin Niggas gettin money quick to spread in the buildin gettin lead in the buildin Bosses don't bite they write checks I want the nigga head in the buildin get fed in the wilderness [Verse Two] Aiyyo four limb goose down to the tim's The gem's is coke boy money layin the seven hundred benz Blowin cheba dumpin ashes The class of last year, that'll throw ya head through the glass Forty five all diamonds in it, grimeys get it Chinese killers a jump out and give it I will post in the New York Post, blueberry ghost Use steady motion when I'm aimin my pitch We young niggas who die hard, fly ride hard Soft top that means to push your head off I be famous but my bodyguard's spanglish It's all miscellaneous, ain't nobody tellin it ain't a issue Thick gifts cakes with bombs in it Coolin in the velbet room pullin mad pussy I'm gone with it Yeah boo the texture is cashmere I beat ya man up, drop five hundred and blow and smash gears [Chorus] We gettin bread in the buildin Niggas gettin money quick to spread in the buildin gettin lead in the buildin Bosses don't bite they write checks I want the nigga head in the buildin get fed in the wilderness We gettin bread in the buildin Niggas gettin money quick to spread in the buildin gettin lead in the buildin Bosses don't bite they write checks I want the nigga head in the buildin get fed in the wilderness