Yessir! - Raekwon Lyrics - Born Like This. - Doom

Yessir, this what I wanna hear my nigga, yeah, yeah, yeah 

You don't even know that's the official word up in the town 

You heard? Ha ha ha 

Get that swing, yessir, get it in, man 

That's the official shit, kid, hmm 

Word up, we gon' take it back to the big park an' shit 

Yeah, when niggaz was rhymin' hard and comin' crazy 

Electrifyin' and vivid, yo 

I'm like a rabbi, fresh new mag and I'm mad high 

Stolen black Jag, I brag fly, yeah 

Yo a project thug, political gangster, starvin' links 

The huge Jews want the crib when the God dies 

I'm deadly, metaphors will dog you while I'm in the Forbes 

First 500 niggaz who raw live 

Yo B, the nigga Shallah, he low key 

But he O.G., half of his niggaz gone or in hidin' 

Federados'll sneak, police, holdin' my old piece 

Heard the young policeman died 

58 carats of glass, the Aston 

Blueberry black where I keep my ices and knives at 

One of the force rawest, yo, we're British aware 

Who get money shoot dice in his fortress 

Mock necks and stragglers, eight ball jackets the hagglers 

Of the rap game, post up surprise 

I want that spot, coolin' with the super villain team 

All you other playboys is twats 

Niggaz be down for the murder game 

Run in the church, grab the rifle, put one in a nigga frame 

I'm thirsty, hungry like a Somalian 

Polly with them niggaz with the waves in they dome like tsunami 

All we do is get fresh and fuck ma 

Probably yo' baby ma gave me head in Barney's while I calmly 

And I got giants in armies 

While we rock mean colored clothes and don divas 

Yeah, Chef back, some call him Louis Smith 

Slash Lex Diamond and his chick sell crack 

We rep bananas, beat this, legend of Stan Smith 

700 dollar jeans, keepin' your man distance 

Yeah son, gimme your ear, son 

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, get the fuck away from the ropes, man 

Doom, the warning signal again 

Somebody approaches 

What matter of creatures are these? 

There they are again, fire 

A gunshot from inside the house, forces a change of plans 

A straightforward entry, has turned into what appears to be 

A barricaded standoff 

Police Department, come to the front door 

Anything you say, cracker 

As the funky beat continues