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Raid (Feat. Pharrell & 50 Cent)

I'm only in the company of Kings

I made a power move and it's everything it seems

Before 'Ye signed me, I was getting out my dreams

Standing on the shoulders of twenty thousand fiends

Every time a nigga wanna try and turn a profit

Folks rush in, three letters try and stop it

F B I R S D E A

One letter short but still motherfuck the DA

We play by the rules as they try and crack the code

Combination lock to the kilos that I hold

Leopard print Louboutin's, prowlin' the concrete

Roller balls come alive just like Jumanji

You know where to find me

Greenhouse a circle of top whores

Mandarin, Gansevoort, any of them top floors

Thirty five large took it right out the top draw

Still got a throwaway phone in my sock draw[Chorus]

It's like rain, spraying on you roaches

The AK is an animal, it is ferocious

A nigga wanna sing but we is the dopest

Watch that nigga disappear, hocus pocus

Ring, ring the nigga wanna sing

Ring, ring, I keep that bitch clean

Ring, ring the nigga wanna sing

Unless he is an insomniac and dying to dreamYou can tell I went to school on a small yellow bus

Never bothered me, strong arm robbery

I went from powdered jelly donuts to them o's

From my high school sweetheart to fucking with hoes

Look I'm all grown up and I dun blown up

Nigga ain't much changed, in fact, things are the same

I'm the definition of shooter, gun of choice the Ruger

You'll take my word for it or make me do it to ya

I'm a magnet to murder, when I'm in the mood

Get convicted through the forensics when you walk in my shoes

I'm bad news, you niggas know the verdict, I'm filthy

Drop Phantom is milky

White on white, twenty four inch blades I'm skatin'

Red eye smoking that bomb shit, I'm Satan

Niggas surprised, fifty back on fire

Fifty back running round this bitch strapped

Hit man for hire[Chorus]I sit with the liars, duct tape and tires

Been lost their soul

They just waiting on the fire

Innocent faces with a shit load of priors

Something out of nothing, a team full of MacGyvers

Deep sea dive for the fish scale

Tryna find a better price, man that ship sailed

Take a record head back if that shit fail

Drop weight like an anchor than you set sail

Hell freeze over like the watch I put the sleeve over

Engine double scream when I turn the key over

Pirellis on the street rolling like a steam roller

Bitches double team when I have my sleep overs

Yeah, Re-Up gang with the G-Unit

This is Taylor made drug dealer fiend music

Test it on ya tongue or either watch a fiend do it

I got you hooked and I laugh as you lean to it[Chorus]

Songwriters

THORNTON, TERRENCE / WILLIAMS, PHARRELL / WILLIAMS, CURTIS / JACKSON, CURTISPublished by

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