Canal Street
Raekwon Lyrics

Aiyo, ya'll ready right? (professionals) Aight
Are you all prepared for this task? We need to be professionals about it. Okay.

None of that fronting shit, neithers, nigga, it's broad day (immediatly, nigga)
Don't pretend or hesitate. We need to act quickly since it's daytime.

(What the fuck nigga talking bout?) Word up, the store is over there, Nigga, let's go
What is that guy saying? Okay, I see the store. Let's go.

(Have I ever fronted on you nigga? Yo, you grab the three from him, You grab the heatholders) Yeah, we got the big jewelry in the window (you grab the watches, nigga) You seen that shit? You seen that other shit? (You better come out and Do something, nigga) Right, good good, that's me right there, aiyo you, everybody come out All you gotta do is just come with the bricks, son I got a big brick in the muthafucking little bag, nigga Take that, just smash the shit out Bout four-five niggas gon' spit it Move! Let's go. police, come on son! They right down the block, nigga Ya'll got that? You check the train station, one son (Good!)
Have I ever let you down before? Alright, you take these items from that guy, and you take those items. You see the big jewelry in the window? You take the watches. You see all of this other stuff? Try to take as much as you can. I have a big brick of drugs in this bag. Take it and break it into smaller pieces. There will be four or five people selling it. Let's move quickly because the police are nearby. Make sure to check the train station. Good job!

All of our fathers is bank robbers, holding techs Eighths of heroin, shooting in the steps In the 60's, niggas was poor, check the revelation Now we rock six fifties in the snow AK's, AR's, wire jaws, say ours Wirecell frames in the rain, Marvin Gaye on Goose bubbles on, stuck in the huddle, trynna transform Every gram action to a sandstorm Fly through my block you live, make a bitch stop Have your shit cocked, yo, niggas might dive on you All we wear is Filas, Guess, suede fronts, beehives Bally sneakers, big jewels, Levi's
Our fathers were criminals, carrying guns and selling drugs. We used to be very poor, but things have changed because now we have money and can afford expensive things like fancy cars and guns. We wear expensive clothing like Fila, Guess, and Bally, and have flashy jewelry. We often have to stay close together as a group to stay safe. One little action can cause a big problem. If you come through our neighborhood and aren't careful, we might rob you. We have a particular style which includes Fila sneakers, fancy jackets, and Levi's jeans.

Back to slinging every 45 minutes G's fleeing, fiends is in the building OD'ing The drugs is in the ground, burners on the side of our legs It's gonna happen so you know we low keying Yeah, can't sell in here, yup, I said it Yeah, can't tell in here, they won't credit niggas Just a lifestyle, the holders with the drugs is dreaded Just a typical day to get wiped out
We are back to selling drugs every 45 minutes. When we do, we often see people draw attention to themselves by fleeing or overdosing. We hide the drugs in the ground or on our person to avoid being caught. We have to be very low key because we can't sell drugs here. It's a dangerous lifestyle, and people with drugs are often targeted. It's just another day where someone could get killed trying to sell drugs.

Broad day jungle, living with the rodents The goons'll run through, blow a bag and hunt you Always flaky, calluses hands my mans Come through the avenue, Swiss cheese patrants Blood that flood the hall, every head'll drop Jump in the Maybach, switch the station These rap niggas is wash, hang 'em on the pole, no head Pajama top, handcuff with a gosha We realer than the Spanglers Rep Posse squad that's dangerous Take it back to the Lee's and Wranglers Take what we want, explain this Famous for my kitchen knives, reigns and the fifths are stainless Gun down your trooper, grenade your coupe up Plain and simple niggas is poo-putt Fuck with my crew, what? Either you shot or you cut Real nigga to real nigga, man, you know how we get down, man
We are living in a dangerous environment where we are surrounded by rats and other scary things. Our goons will come through and rob you. We often have cracks in our hands from slinging drugs. If you come through our avenue, you will be shot. It's a blood bath. We jump in our fancy car and change the music station. We don't respect rap artists who aren't real. We have handcuffs and knives. We are tougher than the Spanglers Rep Posse squad. We will take whatever we want. We are known for using knives and guns. If you cross us, you will be in trouble. We are real and know how to handle business.