Son Of Sam by Raekwon
[Hook]
The sun used to shine on my street on my street
The moon was visible at all times
Light bulbs substituting my moonlight
Rays of the sun replaced by lamps
[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Gangsters, buffalos, flexing in bear hats
We call 'em Russians, New Yorkers'll wear that
Gambling outside Macy's, me and all these career rats
Don't know 'em but I'm about to break 'em
Ice roller bound, rolling in cracks
Yanks said stack it, this ain't how I get down
The crowd got silent, heavy face slap
He slapped his Wis in the face for looking down
Caesar with the half moon, large gash wound on his face
Pretty boy, yo scarred for life
He ain't a sucker though this nigga a killer
Caught his enemies up in the box, ill y'all, did 'em right
Now he rich, his partner's the real here
Curly haired Indian who sat in a wheelchair just scheming
Yeah Don, hop in the BM, come see me
Before you know it machine guns I'm seeing
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