Spot Rusherz

*sounds of the street Wu Tang St. Ide's commercial is in the background*

(this is a best guess based on what's heard underneath Rae's conversation)

[Ghostface] Who's the Wallabe kid dress down could never be Son

Ricochet daily hit the deli for a cold one

May I be blessed yes? My mic is like a laser beam

that blow between the bushes St. Ide's and I the king of things

[Cappadon] Crack the bottle of the St. Ide's, sippin it's real

and thrillin will I, drink it and we only

too be dope, you can't die, them peoples do lie

And if the street don't know, you're full of slang cane pain

[RZA] It was hot, on the spot, so I jetted up the block

I said, ock, I'm hot, let's go sit on the bay by the docks

of the black, I'm fully packed, always got my Trojan

Heads got bottles open, fill my cup till flowin

*conversation*

All that good shit

Yeah

KnowhatI'msayin, you come in, you come in lookin flavorful

Word

YouknowhatImean? You the whole shit of the whole night

But I've seen it though, knowhatI'msayin? Like I seen it

You know, my G is too futuristic for that shit, knowhatI'msayin?

Word, did you try to get a little swerve kid on?

Tried to man, youknowhatI'msayin, but she was come pullin off

Word

Word?

Just come pullin off her as her drawers

Worrrd

Fuck that bitch though, knowhatI'msayin? Shoulda, on the real

Yo yo tonight feel like a nigga gonna get burnt

Yeah yeah

It's like you hear something tomorrow right

Some like yo, blahzay blahe

It's the wind, I'm tellin you

Yeah yeah word

It's the air, I can feel it

It feel hot, it feel feel hot at night and shit like

the sun ain't even out