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Artist/Band: Raekwon
Lyrics for Song: Surgical Gloves
Lyrics for Album: Only Built 4 Cuban Linx... Pt. II [2009]

[Intro: Raekwon]

Eight million stories, nigga

Take ya'll niggas somewhere, man

Ya'll niggas never heard niggas rhyme like this before, man

This ain't no Wizard of Oz shit neither, man

For real, man, aiyo


Surgical gloves, snubs in the grass with his blood

Homey hold that, the four black, we black down

Gold Jag', Ol' laughing yo, yo, what the fuck happened?

They clapped him and the scalp it flew that way

Yo why they capped him? It went through his lap

Snatched his older mom's pink hat, took his mango, get at

He painted it, slayed blocks, aiming it

Hit a child, this is foul, but he styled with his flamer flaming shit

Teddy with the red Range, supercharged Kangols

Rae & Ghost CD in his change, yo, Angel

Spanish kid lingo, all I know is where he hang though,

kept it sideways, angle

Good brush, tough talk, keep it real, daddy, got them thangos

I respect on how the game goes, the same goes

Forget fresh niggas, test niggas, extra bless niggas, with them egos

We blow you out your peacoats

Haha, adios mios, we get them twelve a ki, yo

Keep it moving, slide off in the G.O.'s

Freeloaders, the D's over, your shit won't sell no more

Breeze over...

[Chorus: Raekwon]

Money, gear, drugs, guns, Goodyears

All my niggas sit, smelling the tears

Cookin snow white, it's just the poor life, never living off fear

We all millionaires, now where my shares?

(Money) You know the code, drug money, gear money, baby

(Money) You know we fold the stash holders, cash blowers, yeah

(Money) So when the D's come, we float and grab the boats, yea

(Money) Spend off, I got my win off, have a potent year


X6's red, up in Albany with the dreds

Bags of black, fuck the feds

Papers in Aruba's, gold tuba from Bermuda

In my living room spreads, cameras action, got the calico cranked

Where the food at? Hood jewelry on, I gots to do that

Long chain hatchet flooded up, you knew that

Baby blue mack, stones on the nozzle stick

Bulletproof brocco's with the Jew bitches, all I got is two cracks

Gazelle lenses, clear rude wraps, bagging every ziplock

And my peoples sit around, cops split that

High potent white kit kats, we sell up in the hood

Going door to door, every floor, every get back

My gangsta shit, get gats, for every man, here go a gram

Meet me by my drop head and drop your lip back

Forty-seven quick claps, spray off on something


[Outro: Raekwon]

Spray on one of ya'll man, the streets is mine, nigga

You know what we do, for real

Straight up, it's how we playing right now, man

Cause the streets, man, streets is making ya'll niggas see, man

But some of ya'll is blind, for real

Album Lyrics: Only Built 4 Cuban Linx... Pt. II [2009]

"Only Built 4 Cuban Linx... Pt. II [2009]"

1. Return of the North Star
2. House of Flying Daggers
3. Sonny's Missing
4. Pyrex Vision
5. Cold Outside
6. Black Mozart
7. New Wu
8. Penitentiary
9. Surgical Gloves
10. Broken Safety
11. Canal Street
12. Ason Jones
13. Have Mercy
14. 10 Bricks
15. Fat Lady Sings
16. Catalina
17. We Will Rob You
18. About Me
19. Mean Streets
20. Kiss The Ring
21. Walk Wit Me
23. Rockstars