Текст песни The Watch - Raekwon , Ghostface Killah
Tony
for
mayor.
Catch
me
in
a
crisp
blue
six,
deep
dish
Jaws
is
Cris′,
valor
stopped
at
the
wrist
Watches
involved,
talk
to
me
Trick
Daddy
I
liked
the
way
you
tilt
ya
hat
up
in
that
Caddy
Son,
can't
believe
you
the
most
slept
on
Took
a
break
since
the
Cuban,
niggas
lookin′
like
you
just
repped
wrong
You
done
slipped
down
a
bid,
got
caught
with
the
hammer
Steal
banners,
medical
examiners,
clocked
live
hammers
For
real,
you
a
live
nigga,
rock
the
five
in
ya
slippers
Like
them
other
five
guys
in
ya
picture
Come
on,
watch,
I'm
the
star
of
the
show,
so
blow
dem
Mothafucka,
you
ain't
blew
in
three
years
Son
of
a
bitch,
that′s
why
I
rock
the
big
shit
Don′t
forget
who
you
is,
nigga,
you
my
little
shit
I
will
crush
you
to
pieces,
stop
ya
heart
from
tickin'
And
you
mad
cuz
you
a
older
clock,
couple
rocks
missin′
And
my
writin',
the
band,
you
can
say
it′s
ice
flight-nin'
You
don′t
like
him,
do
you?
You
wanna
fight
him
In
fact,
I
should've
put
you
back,
relaxed
on
the
stones
And
copped
ya
two-thousand
leather
shit,
snow
cones
A
bowl
of
milk
almost
killed
you,
ah,
you
almost
drowned
in
pops
I
brought
another
box,
I'ma
keep
it
real
with
you
And
I′ma
murder
you
if
ya
bitch-ass
get
on
my
nerves
again
Yo,
Ghost,
you′se
a
funny
nigga
Turn
on
the
radio,
all
you
hear
is
X
and
Jigga
Haha,
you
vexed,
nigga?
No
airplay
(bet
my
gat
spray)
Yeah,
that's
hearsay
You
spray
hairspray
and
up
North,
nigga,
you
ain′t
gettin'
jailplay
(How
you
know?)
Yo,
it′s
obvious,
Clan's
day
Hold
on,
let
me
park
my
shit,
let
me
find
out
this
nigga
barkin′
and
shit
I'm
a
Don
of
this
shit,
and
you
know
that
shit
I
wrote
With
Golden
Arms
is
a
hit
My
Wallos
show
off,
go
off
like
an
alarm
in
the
six
Drank
the
yellow
and
I'm
still
poppin′
My
movie
life
in
the
hood
is
like
an
ill
doctrine
Beat
trial
with
illegal
edge,
fuck
Cochrane
And
if
it′s
on
I
might
blow
you
if
I'm
boxed
in.
[echoes]
Yo,
yo,
yo,
what
you
doin′,
man?
Yo,
man,
chill
out,
man
(Don't
even
worry)
I′m
just
fuckin'
with
you,
man
Why
you.
(OK)
Come
on,
son
We
can′t.
don't
regard
us
like
that,
son
Come
on
(I'll
destroy
you)
Come
on,
man
(You
pop
too
much
shit)
Come
on,
man,
I′m
just
tellin′
you
time
(I
ain't
a-like
that,
you
know
who
brought
you)
Nigga,
I′m
just
fuckin'
with
you
(Bye!)
Tony
for
mayor.
[repeats
to
fade]
Yo,
let
me
tell
y′all
mothafuckas
somethin'
(Shoot
one
of
those
niggas,
Lord)
We
could
battle
for
belts,
ice
(Type
shit)
Whatever
the
fuck
you
want
to
do
Let
me
tell
y′all
somethin'
This
the
Theodore
Unit,
mothafucka
We
takin'
the
bait
of
this
shit
That′s
word
to
my
momma,
man
(Staten
Island,
nigga,
what,
nigga?)
Coke,
spoon
throwers
(Get
ya
money
right)
(Gotta
know
how
real
do
this)
Slew-footed
mothafuckas,
I
pop
all
y′all
niggas
Y'all
niggas
is
fucked,
straight
up
We
back
in
here
now,
mothafuckas
It′s
the
fuckin'
Unit,
you
heard
That′s
the
Theodore
Unit
Y'all
mothafuckas
better
recognize
Aight?
That′s
my
word
(Yeah,
nigga,
yeah)
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1 The Watch
2 Cobra Clutch
3 Smack Niggas
4 Stand Up
5 The Odd Couple
6 Good Times
7 Cher Chez La Ghost (remix)
8 The Sun
9 Wise
10 Milk Crates
11 Love Stories
12 When You Walk
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