12 O'Clock

12 O'Clock - Nasty Immigrants (feat. Raekwon The Chef) lyrics

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Yeah yeah, that's us
Hit me hit me hit me, I ain't got nothin to do with none of that
Besides, whatever
Louis Rich Diamonds (yeah)
12 O'Clock, Gambinos
Those crazy boneyard boys is back once again

[12 O'Clock]

It's nine-six I'ma bang you with some hits
In two-thousand six I got my son makin hits
A nine to five it's a job to survive
Fuck the lies and connives and all them company bribes
I'm Family Ties for my seeds I'd die
I want the whole fucking pie save them slice for eighty-fives
And besides, see I never had a million
Got beefs that got millions and in buy-outs worth billions
Knotty n-gga with a plan platinum jam
Found a million fans in the Lexus to the Lands
So whose the cat in the comfy black Ac?
As a matter of fact, I sick/six fingers I'm from fat
My projects be the livest that it gets
Watch me ---- back Tex and do murders in the backsteps
 I want that b---h with a Lex, a house out in New Mex
 She disrespect, she buys a Rolex
 12 O'Clock sells you stock business
 Drive in Benzes, see my dog were tremendous
 In case I didn't mention
 I'm killin your whole startin team and all them n----z on the benches
 So please play your distance
 I'm givin a sentence that pull more pain than a dentist
 Most def, I'm professional
 Twenty G's a show, Germany to Tokyo
 Show me lies, suck my beach
 I got fans in Puerto Rico that love what I throw

 [Raekwon]

 Introducing these nasty immigrants
 Who want to flinch, move on him he got bank like Merill/Lynch
 Styles recorded like a porcelain swordsman
 So let RaZAh rip across your face, you're frosting

 [Raekwon the Chef]

 Push this s--t out like nine months
 Rock Swahali and suede fronts, get paid from n----z
 lifestyle, like a knife in a child
 Mail the brick out, Israel, mistrial, blowin like fish scale
 Wu, dominate s--t majorly, flavorly
 Jubilant cats they keep pagin me
 Peace what's the signs ock?
 Fruit of life like the apricot
 Cocktails tossin em at cops on blocks
 Park Hillian, drug hillbillies made billions
 Get a gun, kidnap, eight nine Jimmyians
 Yo, he had about this amount in his Swiss account
 Gunnin this out we reminesces on this b---h's house
 Back in time, was a bad fiend
 Now I flex mad green get cream seven-fifty n----l gleam
 Say hi to chocolate t--i f----d lives
 Stop and analyze in eighty-five Hawaiian c--e flex three lives
 Caesar Halfmoon, pardon my scalp
 Buildin and breathin
 You front I'll leave your ass bleedin and sweetened

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Language: English

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