Songtext Pomogranite Raekwon

Pomogranite

Yeah, ha-ha!
Cocksucker! Ha-ha!

Move bless Lord, carrier, S-car interior
Dons don't bow, move the crowd when they're hearing ya
Kick down the door, don't stop till they bury ya
Throwing swords for mine, we get live in your area

Ex-con, not the type of nigga that you flex on
Mr. Carlton Fisk, baby, seen it all and done it all
Shell casings, left mini-murals on the wall
A million candles for you, man, I better light them all
Biscotti, guava cake when I light the raw
Moving through the streets of New York while the lightning pour
Devise a plan with my man, the demise is yours
Got me in your building with the shotty up, down the hall
Maneuver money, my shooters remove from movin' funny
Cash came, think differently, nigga, use your dummy
Fiends in your spot licking plates, that's pitiful
Twelve at the door now, situation critical
Tear gas, stun grenade rolled through the floor
Hit the fire escape, bruh man, fifth floor
First cop slid through the door
His gun went off
Hit my worker in the shoulder, he spun and let the clip off

Whatever he's saying is facts
I pull in 2
M machine, wool up all of the exteriors, waxed
Gallow in the rear view is movies on relaxed
Shoes for compensation, you gon' get snatched
Vesses in S, classes getting fat
All my main shooters got money, they all jacked
Flows is hungry, I just ask
I sit among bosses, you niggas is horses, go get strapped

Leathers, fur coats on, and hats
Came through like Frank Matthews, bring all stacks
Yeah, it's Park Hilly on wax
All that shit you really on, it really don't match
Ha-ha! Sounds silly, don't get clapped
Make my man Mitch hit you, Don, go get the jets
Next time, you might get killed for more racks
See me out in London with lambs and all flats

I step with the steppers
Foot on they neck, applying pressure, eating good, piling on extra
Cold as Minnesota weather
I send them home on a stretcher, facts, I go crazy over lesser
Born in the fire, I talk with the dragon's breath
Cashing checks, that's the flex, watch what happened next
Action on the set, put carats on my neck
I'm in Paris on the jet, I was rapping on the steps
That's Cynthia's son, I be tripping how these niggas is stunned
How I'm having such a pivotal run
Used to do it for fun
Now give me my ones
You a flashlight standing near the physical sun
Fully loaded with all the features for all the non-believers
They on the sidelines, watching from the bleachers
Deck Jeter, guest speaker, check the meter
Of giving niggas shakes and chills with this fever

Move bless Lord, carrier, S-car interior
Dons don't bow, move the crowd when they're hearing ya
Kick down the door, don't stop till they bury ya
Throwing swords for mine, we get live in your area
Move bless Lord, carrier, S-car interior
Dons don't bow, move the crowd when they're hearing ya
Kick down the door, don't stop till they bury ya
Throwing swords for mine, we get live in your area