Heated Nights Lyrics - Fly International Luxurious Art - Raekwon

My life, day one when I was caught up in it young 

Benetton sweaters, Kangols and guns 

The candy shop is where it all popped 

Sellin' ounces of oregano, free lunch, the spot 

Thinkin' all better, can't wait to bag this block 

Cause when I get on, my ass is just rock 

Do a few 1-2s and shop 

I get whore who's runnin' through 5th Ave, a Glock 

I love Polo Gear and top 

A few Woolrich pieces, yeah the [?] was hot 

Dreams and schemes to make a knot 

I sat on the stove and wrote "C.R.E.A.M.," one blunt 2 o'clock 

Gangsta hours if I'm not 

I'm lyin', take a shot, I put it on my 40K rock 

Shorty with an educated bop 

With flavor for days, it's all praise, who amaze you a lot 

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Front out of drug buildings under the street lights 

Guns go off, we keep pipes 

Every kid caught in the zone, let's hope he make it home 

And sleep right, instead of churnin' the heat night 

Front out of drug buildings under the street lights 

Guns go off, we keep pipes 

Every kid caught in the zone, let's hope he make it home 

And sleep right, instead of churnin' the heat night 

Ayo maxin' with the machine guns, new [?] 

Tryna stay away from the jail gangs and letters 

My time is now, bread box is startin' to pile 

Homegirl got no style but I'ma lace her 

Catch me in a Blazer with a P9 laser 

Drunk get 25 thousand a razor 

Meet me in the mess hall, you crazy, I'm out in Jamaica 

Breakin' up black weed, chillin' with gangstas 

Fuck around high, might die on vacation 

Better have respect in the right place like Mike Mason 

Everybody smooth when the cake flip 

Niggas start snitchin' on the team whe they say shit 

Get your face lit, it's so hard to make shit 

Can't sit around jealous niggas, that's gay shit 

That's why, yo I'm just around paid shit 

No Minute Maid shit, no son this ain't a slave ship 

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Front out of drug buildings under the street lights 

Guns go off, we keep pipes 

Every kid caught in the zone, let's hope he make it home 

And sleep right, instead of churnin' the heat night 

Front out of drug buildings under the street lights 

Guns go off, we keep pipes 

Every kid caught in the zone, let's hope he make it home 

And sleep right, instead of churnin' the heat night