Google That

[Verse 1: Styles P] Shifty, low-down, gritty, and grimy Like Fredro -- fuck it, I get the bread though I'll take the nine and buck it up at your head, though I'll run your jewels, you do it because I said so Ride around the hood with niggas that let the lead go I would never rat, told my lawyers to tell the Feds so Word to the bullpen sandwich and the bedroll Like Starks in the Game of Thrones, let my head roll Real nigga, nigga real Team full of shooters, willing to pull the trigger still If they see you ain't got it, they'll take it from you If they feel like you pussy, they'll be waiting for you I ain't pussy, go 'head and wait You the dickhead that the bullet's gon' penetrate Dead nigga, dumb nigga Fuck you up, kill the shit, noose, redrum nigga [Hook: Noreaga] I really drink Tiger Balm (you could Google that) And I shot niggas too (you could Google that) See, I smoke big (you could Google that) You heard of me a little bit? (you could Google that) Fuck niggas (you could Google that) Nigga, fuck the other side (you could Google that) Fuck niggas (you could Google that) Nigga, fuck the other side (you could Google that) [Verse 2: Noreaga] I'm from the era of the stick house Where niggas used to cook bricks at the chick house after you re-up Dominicans, Washington Heights, they had me up Dimelo; weather so cold, it's like three below My kicks stay fresh like a brand-new baby ass I found a Chinese chick with a crazy ass I call her "Suck-Me-Off" -- all she did was suck me off All she want was won tons, soup, and some butter-soft Leather; she told me that she Googled my name up Shootings, robberies, and big coke came up See, I'm an accurate shooter through your medula You could get your ruler Bought a missile the size of Zab Judah I smoke weed, no other shit The widow's getting high off some other shit You could keep that, respect to you Get out of line, put the heater to your neck to you [Hook] [Verse 3: Raekwon] We get more money than Google, y'all niggas is doo-doo Throw the Mac in your mouth and butt-fuck your boo-boo Yeah, pause, little pussy, I'm the cable man Flow direct, your ho I wreck, horse dick stable man Black Trump, nigga, with fat pockets Crooked like Jesse Jackson in a black watching Broke niggas with rich whores Run off in the Hamptons, sawed-off and get yours Homies rock the freshest since AJ Lester's Cooling on Orchard, buying shoes and vest-es Why pretending who in it? Yo, we winning, y'all sent it I post in the Ghost, the German Lugers is spitting Pocket full, rock the wool, Chevys'll stop the bull Raising the gauge, ramming his cocky wolves Lefrac, Yonkers, and Staten wolves Niggas take massive pulls, so now we blast and them bastards move [Hook]