Friday Lyrics - Singles - Raekwon The Chef

Friday nigga 

What's the word? 

You got something for me 

I'ma see you in 2 seconds 

Right, yo pull my Rover on the side 

Right there man police coming man 

Heard me 

Yo up in the game on 4 in the morning 

And it's storming and we blitzed 

Just rocked another wig yeah we on it 

God had blood on his sweat pants 

The way the tech dance 

On a nigga face 

Son ain't have a chance 

Seen him high pitch yellow nigga 

From outta town a young mellow ally 

Trying to run through 

Hell and song called the dogs to get on him 

When we caught him the only famous nigga 

Was a Lord in his forum 

Bum nigga fresh out of jail 

I used to play baseball with him 

'Til he got large son bought a whale 

As you're by the entrance 

Guess it's real nigga night out 

He moving on his own negligence 

Yo Lexxy strap up meet you in the back 

In the Acura spectacular big key stackeler 

Seen a nigga gymed down fresh haircut 

Trying to swim now 

Aqua green Avias on brim style wild 

We walked by eyeing 'em 

Shorty ain't looked 

He trying to get fly 

My niggas ain't dived on him 

Kase had the Mack in the vest 

The way he moving might be dressed 

He made two rights nigga move left 

Standing by the incinerator 

Thank God he your generator 

I can tell bought his lady suade gators 

Yo now it's time to move 

Spit nozzles on the tools 

Might just bust him quiet style rules 

He walked out the crib yup drinked 

We on the elevator base 

Staring at the nigga chains shake 

We looked at him seen all crooked 

The we flashed on him 

He knew we was live 

My man Boo stashed on him 

Pulled out take off the wool 

Nigga cool out 

Walk you out the bulding 

Betta run nigga move out 

This nigga liver than fuck 

Larger than fuck betta kill me 

All y'all niggas is butt 

What spray it up 

Took the chains in case 

Shot him at point blank range 

He started screaming like a cave man 

Blood got a salty taste 

I can tell furniture fell out his place 

Laced now it's a case 

Threw up vomit on my Kobe 

Snatched all his ice now 

Chrome teeth boating of a loan key 

Didn't know the kid was large 

Hour later call from jail 

Mexicans surrounding the Gods 

Chill you bigga than the ocean 

Slow motion play it off no emotion 

But my man in there grossing 

What to do they might kill him 

We might kill you circulate death 

That's how the real do 

We sat there 3 live macks of the year 

Crack beers one nigga in the back 

Washing off his trackers 

Don't take it serious 

Vivid flow luxurious 

I'm hearing this'll 

Make a real nigga curious 

Friday, my day chill pop 

Leave 'em on the highway 

Betty won't never fly my way