[Intro: Pusha T]

Till the casket drops in '09

Play Cloths in stores

Happy holidays

[Verse 1: Pusha T]

It's the reincarnation of Raekwon in an apron

Lou' Vuitton printed and coke scented

Winding through the flow cuz it's so vintage

Nothing like these timid gimmick, prepaid rappers with no minutes

The real niggas live it; they mimic, they H-O-V lane it and don't pin it

The difference, the Blue Magic ain't in it

We should form a senate to govern critic opinion

I watched them niggas throw away the pennant

To he who claims to be the heir, how dare Pusha nay-say it

Them niggas hear me and they mayday it

So I could care less if Jay say it, it's too political when Jay say it!

He play the game, just instant replay it

The best duo ever

I hangman these words together, pouring passion into every letter

This my letter to the better, I Masta Ace

You niggas standing in a master's place

Fuck out my way

Fuck out my way niggas

Clipse!

Till the casket drops

'09 man

Uh

[Hook: Pusha T]

Stop searching for the e's cuz the o's is long

Now go and put ya Play Cloths on

Stop searching for the e's cuz the o's is long

Now go and put ya Play Cloths on

Stop searching for the e's cuz the o's is long

I spell it how the fucks I want

Stop searching for the e's cuz the o's is long

Now go and put ya Play Cloths on

[Verse 2: Malice]

For all the mothers crying at the sentencing

Finger to the judge, echoing our sentiments

It's in the blood, we play the street diligent

Prepare for the flood, as written in Genesis

With more birds than Noah

No escape, trapped in the whale like Jonah

The SL showing I'm grown up

Passenger side, a bitch prettier than Sho'nuff

No bluff, I cuff that nine milli

I show 'em I'm a soldier, boy - I get silly

My pigeon flown the coop, I free Willy!

My cup too full, I know niggas'll kill me

But I don't bow, even though the crown's heavy

Table cracks, they saying they found Wezzy

Label me the rock king like Presley

But I prefer that hard rock especially (yuugh!)

[Outro: Pusha T]

Haha

Play Cloths in stores man

Happy holidays

You addicted to the fly, go get that shit

Shout out to my nigga Papi

Down there in Miami

I hear you rockin' that shit

Fly nigga shit, yeah

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My brother, I love you nigga

Fam-lay, uh huh