Reckless - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Styles P]

I’m accustomed to getting fast dough

And chicks that hold work by they asshole

Standing by the pool in a bath robe

Bullet in your caesar or your afro

Looking at the don and the apple

Be the biggest prize if real niggas was raffled

You baffled, throw you off the scaffold

Or hit you with the scalpel like the doctor

Rap style proper, imminent gun popper

West side highway flyer, coke chopper

Only fuck with niggas that prosper

Bitch ass niggas love to gossip

Get highford, get Kennedy

Get your ass turned to a memory

Remember he, remember him

Play me nigga, you’ll never win

[Chorus]

Reckless

All cocoo, all loco

[Verse 2: Raekwon]

You don’t owe me nothing but real rap

Under the laundry bag is still wap

Shoot first, not from sideways, niggas is young boys

Ringers is OJ’s, blow crazy

Under the building, Poltergeist in it

Sucked in the low best with ice in it

Buy cars, running through Mars, snatch yo jewels and dip dodge

And don’t make me whip, it’s sergeant now

It’s rough in the 718

Roll out, 11 niggas, snitches gone bate

We’re strapped in the max with the lifers and indoor cyphers

Do anything to kill more Nikes up

Wilding with the wolves in the wool riches

Mostly yall niggas’ hoes is hood bitches

Catch you in the flicks, know the game 456

We bubble cocaine with the quick

[Chorus]

Reckless

All cocoo, all loco

Reckless

All coocoo, all loco

[Verse 3: Styles P]

We in the same game but it’s different endings

Yeah it’s polo but it’s different linen

Got a gun but never been on a mission with it

Seen crack but never been in the kitchen with it

Never caught a nigga slipping with it

You just rapping like a criminal

I’m a criminal rapping, a 5 star general

Fuck fake niggas, the message ain’t subliminal

Better take your vitamins and minerals

You talk a lot and the bullets when I’m the interview

So wutchu say now?

Free shit, got bullets to give away now

Free shit, you get down or lay down

But once you laid down you stay down

‘Cause that’s 2 to the dome piece

Bullets in your hair like the phone piece

(Chorus)

Reckless

All coocoo, all loco