Friday (Clean Version)

Artist：raekwon

Songs Title：friday

Friday ni**a

Whats the word

You got something for me

Ima see you in 2 seconds

Right yo pull my rover on the side

Right there police coming man

Heard me

Yo up in the game on 4 in the morning

And its storming and we blitzed

Just rocked another wig yeah we on it

God had blood on his sweat pants

The way the tech dance

On a ni**a face

Son ain't have a chance

Seen him high pitch yellow ni**a

From outta town a young mellow ally

Trying to run through

Hell and song called the dogs to get on him

When we caught him the only famous ni**a

Was a lord in his forum

Bum ni**a fresh outta jail

I used to play baseball wid him

Til he got large son bought a whale

As you're by the entrance

Guess its real ni**a night out

He moving on his own negligence

Yo lexxy strap up meet you in the back

In the acura spectacular big key stackeler

Seen a ni**a gymed down fresh haircut

Trying to swim now

Aqua green avias on brim style wild

We walked by eyeing i'm

Shorty ain't looked

He trying to get fly

My niggas ain't dived on him

Kase had the mack in the vest

The way he moving might be dressed

He made two rights ni**a move left

Standing by the incinerator

Thank God he your generator

I can tell bought his lady swade gators

Yo now its time to move

Spit nozzles on the tools

Might just bust him quiet style rules

He walked out the crib yup drinked

We at the elevator base

Staring at the ni**a chains shake

We looked at him seen all crooked

The we flashed on him

He knew we was live

My man boo stashed on him

Pulled out take of the wool

Ni**a cool out

Walk you out the bulding

Betta run ni**a move out

This ni**a liver than f**k

Larger than f**k betta kill me

All yall niggas is butt

What spray it up

Took the chains in case

Shot him at point blank range

He started screaming like a cave man

Blood got a salty taste

I can tell furniture fell out his place

Laced now its a case

Threw up vomit on my kobe

Snatched all his ice now

Chrome teeth boating of a loan key

Didnt know the kid was large

Hour later call from jail

Mexicans surrounding the gods

Chill you bigga than the ocean

Slow motion play it off no emotion

But my man in there grossing

What to do they might kill him

We might kill you circulate death

Thats how the real do

We sat there 3 live macks of the year

Crack beers one ni**a in the back

Washing off his trackers

Don't take it serious

Vivid flow luxurious

I'm hearing thisll

Make a real ni**a curious

Friday my day chill pop

Leave em on the highway

Betty won't never fly my way