Organized crime, bands on cash Niggaz clash over territory Street tales are scary stories Writing rhymes documenting hard times When I drop, the streets is all mine Seven train, hop on a bus, Flushing Queens is my habitation Evade em niggaz who wanna see me gone Hop in da crib turn da TV on NBC, that’s when I saw Raymond If It’s beef, who do you call? Raymond Dark skies then it start raining Try and get Nicko on da phone, dial tone, I can’t blame him Busy with em ho’s plus my shooter got sharp aiming Top floor of club Tracks Brooklyn niggaz spending stacks While I'm scoping da room What’s what, who is who If it’s drama get da tool Years later and I'm still plotting Militant like Bin Laden Cause da apple still rotten Did my time in da streets, where next? Uptown Manhattan I'm Raymond Reddington Mr. Reddington Mr. Reddington Mr. Reddington, I'm ready if you are Thank you My name is Raymond Reddington Mr. Reddington Mr. Reddington I'm armed and I'm dangerous Organized crime, fedora fitted Moving through snow like how Dora did it Plight of being poor, I lived it Took the path where the roads are rigid Days pass in the same attire Mindset of a great messiah Don’t fuck with Káy, he’s a flaming fire Got you in my scope, aim and fire Intelligent gangstas, brain working Game, Nas, Káy, same person Mix da Henny with da weed, that’s when da pain worsen Destined for heaven or hell, I ain’t certain Attempted murder, smiled at my arraignment Doing dirt, wire transfer to da Caymans Sashay was my Liz, I was her Raymond Buss a shot in da air if you know what I'm saying Blowing weed out my third floor apartment Feds raided lil’ homie, hid his work in my closet Told him to leave da projects Go away with all da profits Lawyer fees gon bore a hole in ya pockets Prosecutor blocked his shot like Dikembe Just don't tell them where ya friend stay I made it through the game without a Dembe Trust is over rated, control is everything... Comprende I'm Raymond Reddington Mr. Reddington Mr. Reddington Mr. Reddington, I'm ready if you are Thank you My name is Raymond Reddington Mr. Reddington Mr. Reddington I'm armed and I'm dangerous Organized crime, bullet proof G-Wagon Pistol on my hip, jeans sagging Purple haze circulating Got word there’s some niggaz hating Motherfuckas want war, well they’re gon get it In da worst way we show them how real niggaz stay rolling dice Fucking with us is like snake eyes, we break guys Sit back and watch da steak fry The art of a conversation lies in listening See too much then ya eyes get missing Knocking all opposition Evading bitches, that's the mission You're not like us you're a contradiction Far from a competition Young nigga from Harlem repping Cry Nation Step in da building, em ladies be like hi Raymond Em boys try violate him But he ain't got a got high patience Neck, hand, thighs breaking Six train, East Harlem is my habitation Evade em niggaz who wanna see me die Penthouse smoking weed if you wanna see me high Y’all niggaz faker than CGI Apollo theater, West Harlem, come and see me live I'm Raymond Reddington Mr. Reddington Mr. Reddington Mr. Reddington, I'm ready if you are Thank you My name is Raymond Reddington Mr. Reddington Mr. Reddington I'm armed and I'm dangerous