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Only Built 4 Cuban Linx
by Raekwon
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Only Built 4 Cuban Linx Lyrics
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- Yeah yeah I'm tired of doing this shit
- Aight word, aight I'ma set it
- Tell me how you feel man
- Yo son, check the fly shit son
- Sup cousin how you doin?
- Yo baby check it man
- I got a new connect son, for real man
- Fuck all this twenty-four brick shit man
- No doubt
- My man got out of state for fifteen
- Yeah
- YouknowhatI'msayin?
- Yo know my man's gonna represent PA, politickin to death so
- Right right
- It's all good, what's up? What you wanna do?
- We gotta move God, we gotta move God, we gotta migrate
- Get the fur, get the fuck outta New York, yaknowhatI'msayin?
- Bounce man, start fuckin with bigger and better shit
- So you tellin me no more big eights strictly breaks
- No more no more no more man
- Then I'm with you, I've been waiting
- No more God
- WHASSUP?
- It's the pot of gold right here man this is it, man this is glory
- YouknowhatI'msayin?
- So yo, the first thing we gotta do man
- Is just know what we gonna do with this cream when we get it man
- Right
- Cause I'm not trying to just be, sitting on motherfucking two-hundred thou
- And acting like I'ma just be a
- Nah
- a drug dealer all my life
- Nah
- Son I got bigger and better plans Son
- No doubt, we gonna move on man
- And you know I be fuckin with anybody man
- Son, long as the love and the trust is there Son
- We gonna grow God
- You know it Tony
- We gonna grow like a plant Son
- Yo you coming at me like that Son?
- For real Son, come on you know me man
- You know my style Son
- You know how my heart feels though God
- No doubt
- But yo God, for real, this is my last time God
- I'm hangin this shit up man if this shit don't work right here God
- YouknowhatI'msayin?
- Word up, I feel the same way
- I feel the same way kid
- Yo God, yaknowhatI'msayin?
- I got shot at man, my moms windows got shot the fuck up man
- Yeah
- Yo God, my baby's in here God, see I gotta take time man
- and raise my family man
- Yeah yeah yeah
- YaknowhatI'msayin? Sit around man, my grandkids man
- But yo Son, it's like this man
- We all livin man, we here now man
- Word man
- YouknowhatI'msayin? Let's not think like we gon be stagnating man
- Let's keep movin ahead man, keep our head up man
- Take care of our families man
- God, word is bond, I'm your eyes that's in back of you kid
- Let's do it then
- Intro:
- [Raekwon]
- One for you, one for me
- Two for you, one-two for me
- Three for you...
- [Ghostface]
- What? I'll smack fuck out ya
- Smack fire out your fuckin ass, what the fuck you think this is man?
- Get the fuck up outta here man
- [Raekwon] So yo matter of fact, the man is back
- [Ghostface] Think my head is madder than fuckin fire
- [Raekwon] Shit aight, this ain't even enough burn right here
- This ain't enough
- [Ghostface] Fuck it man
- [Raekwon] We gonna shoot right over there
- And yo them niggaz got the big CREAM over there
- So just chill
- [Ghostface] So let's do this the fuck up, roll up like tropical kid
- Don't play me like I got a flowerpot head kid
- Just chill man
- [Raekwon] On the real let's go get this money fast Son
- I know how we gotta do this kid
- *shots fire*
- [Ghostface] Scrungy-head motherfucker
- Verse One: Raekwon the Chef
- Lay on the crime scene, sippin fine wines
- Pullin nines on, UFO's, takin they fly clothes
- They eyes closed, we gettin loot
- No doubt, check the word of mouth, unheard about
- Guns go off and now a murder bout
- I'm out
- My raps play the part like a Get Smart secret agent
- in a maze and, styles blazin, Johnny Blaze and Tony Starks in a daze and
- rhymin, my nigga Lou Diamond will wrap it up
- We like Meth to go and fuck with Noodles
- Havin them poodles on the lockdown buyin me
- Amarett-ahs, and chewables, stackin pharmecuetical
- Rap niggaz on dust and wools
- Yo, I told you, some kill rob and fold
- The gold's untold, fuck it it beats parole
- So stroll marvelous, soul controller
- of the whole globe, god damn I got it sewn
- And yo, whattup pop, pop the suitcase high
- And we can talk, you can walk out the fuckin building
- And get caught, save the fully inflatable
- Rap relatable, drug relatable
- Niggaz here to play with you
- A hundred dollar Rottweiler goes to spot sellers
- Guns and glocks go to niggaz who got props
- on top, jail niggaz get mad bigger
- And yo, mail a guy about a hundred pictures
- Word to momma, this rap wonderama team got drama
- Comma, plus smoke realize marijuana
- Chef may resign to boat across the Farasana
- Immaculate plus all my guns so accurate
- They get CREAM and the cuisine in Queens
- I told you, money stated with the night beams, and two rings
- Crazy fat, gettin ready to do this shit
- [Ghostface] Sniff mad shit man, what the fuck
- *car peels and crashes*
- Verse Two: Ghostface Killer
- Who's the Knucklehead, wantin respect?
- Chop his fingers in the drug game, money well known
- Lead singer, humdinger, flash is the aftermath
- Here's his photograph
- Run up in his lab, take off the mask Chaz and think fast
- Don't laugh, bag the cash, grab the hash, don't forget his stash
- Grab the tear gas, and place it in his face fast
- The full blast
- ...
- Then skate to the next state
- Further upstate, I heard they got crazy weight
- Bagged up by the gates, in crates like disco breaks
- Yo look out for Jakes, give it all it takes
- Let's burn the place before we motivate
- Yo Blake, niggaz don't fink, rape his mate
- if the bitch scream, for God's sake, grab the grey tape
- It's by the plate, with the blow crushed up with the flakes
- Killer snakes, four bodies found floatin in lakes
- Drug related, paper talkin bout the kids who didn't make it
- Hits without a trace, never seen the Big C Rae and Ghostface
- Congratulations Chef, let's celebrate and sip an eighth
- Verse Three: U-God
- The rap scar is on rap chrome
- Put it on seal it on, we're silicone
- Spark it on your Talkathon
- This rap phenomenon, to word is bond to the arms
- Hit me on the hip and horns, rap chaperone
- Scars tone, bar clones, war tones, raw tones
- Blowin out the door, bones but
- Your rap's fraudulent, float in these rap quarter inches
- Reinforced with suspense, be on your rap sword defense
- These microphone professional, sensational
- Fully operational, I got NIGGAZ here to play with you
- You know the steez you know my whole program
- Brothers from the No-Lands, all we want is the G's
- guns and grams, livin fat like the Hoffa
- Mafia, sippin eatin pastas
- Layin in the house tellin the seeds about the sagas
- Before we got Germanic and thoughts got sporadic
- We grabbed golden tablets and quick guarded the Abbots
- Slugs hit the belly put tones into the telly
- Sucker tried to knock me out the box like skelly
- I smoke the weed dreams I drop top two degrees
- Honeydips spendin G's on nails and hair weave
- The crime boss, takin no loss, excessive force
- We can play the A-Train, back of the iron horse
- Yo man, knahmsayin? Fuck it man
- *car squeels and crashes twice*
- Intro: Raekwon, Ghostface
- *sniff* *drumbeat* *long sniff*
- Plug, *sniff* word yo
- *snort* word yo, *s-snort* YouknowhatI'msayin?
- *sniff* You know, you know we had the baddest motherfuckin
- *long sniff* unit back in the days, kid!
- No doubt, no doubt, I know that Son, I know that
- You know that, you know what I'm sayin?
- I miss all my niggaz, though, believe me
- And I'll never forget none of them
- Word up, word up
- Stovetop, Roofside, you know what I'm sayin
- I had these motherfuckin, all these wild-ass niggaz man
- You know what I'm sayin, LB?
- Yeah yeah yeah yeah
- Shit is wild overall, youknowhatI'msayin God?
- Yeah yeah yeah yeah
- Word up, youknowhatI'msayin?
- You know how we do, word up
- So you let my shit go on the count of three, though
- YouknowhatI'msayin?
- Verse One: Raekwon
- Fake niggaz throw shit in they drinks
- Club nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and chinks
- While World of Sport niggaz snort coke by the seconds
- Niggaz projects filled with fiends injectin
- Morphine, the God seen more CREAM, and upstate
- Cousin Reek, almost got hit with fourteen
- Chill Pah, the God'll be a Star when you come home
- Light bones and let you rock my 3G stone
- So, see cousin, yo I was workin, cats I'm jerkin
- And uptown these niggaz actin like they hurtin
- Keys twenty-four a brick
- Columbians be on some bullshit, that's why Poppy got hit
- Stay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June
- By the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room
- Skeyed up, weed the fuck up, to top it off
- look beat up, with two crack fiends huggin your seed up
- I took care of that, though, but don't worry bout it
- I got your back though
- Chorus: Raekwon
- Yo why's my niggas always yellin that broke shit
- Let's get money Son, now you wanna smoke shit
- Chill God, yo the Son don't chill Allah
- What's today's mathematic Son? Knowledge God
- Verse Two: Raekwon
- Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Gravesmere
- Hit a store owner named Mike Lavonia
- Italiano, slanted-eyed bangin them fat Milano
- Selling coke right out the bottle
- Sometime, a nigga brought nines to test with minds
- Crazy peace, buying keys in Greece
- Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures
- Condo with his chick, rockin the gold vigor
- Mafia flicks, tyin up tricks was his main hobby
- Teachin his seed, Wu-Tang karate
- Mixin drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks
- Night time rollin with spics
- Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank
- Took sixteen shots in his fist to bank
- And his pet piranha, he named him marijuana
- Smokin ganja, callin his weed paisandra
- Claimin New York was ancient Babylon
- Where the sky stayed the color of grey, like her-on
- I can't front though, truck loads of indo
- Soon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-hoe
- Chorus 2X
- *pause*
- Chorus
- Outro: Raekwon
- Yeah uh huh, uh huh, Miami niggaz
- Word up, show your love
- Yeah y'all, yeah y'all, yeah
- Word up, London, Europe, Africa
- Word up, the fifty-two states, yeah
- Catch me later, word up, yeah, yeah
- About to make moves and slide like grease
- Moves and slide like grease
- Moves
- Intro: Raekwon (plus sample of Tony Montana having an argument)
- ";I told you a long time ago you fuckin little monkey
- not to FUCK ME.";
- ";Hey hey, who the FUCK you think you goin for huh??!";
- ";Who the fuck you think I am your fuckin dough-boy?";
- ";You wanna go to war?.... Wanna go to war, OK?";
- Comin up on half a mil, we build
- Get real God, taking you on another one Son
- Uhh, Julio Igleasias
- Makin CREAM like that nigga
- Verse One: Ghostface Killer
- Yo, first of all son, peep the arson
- Many brothers I be sparkin and bustin mad light inside the dark
- Call me dough snatcher, just the brother for the rapture
- I handglide, holdin on strong, hard to capture
- Extravagant, RZA bake the track and it's militant
- Then I react, like a convict, and start killin shit
- It's manifested, the Gods work like appliances
- Dealin in my cypher I revolve around sciences
- The ninth chamber, nigga trapped inside my hallway
- You try to flee but you got smoked up by the doorway (blaow! blaow! blaow!)
- No question, I send your ass back, right to the essence
- Your whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you restin
- While I'll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops
- Throwin niggaz off airplanes cause CASH RULES
- Everything around me black as you can see
- Swallow this murder one verse like God degree
- Then analyze my soundtrack for satisfaction
- You adapt like a flashback chain reaction
- Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef
- Just a minute son...
- AK's black bust back like seventy Macs
- I'm all that, street niggaz knowin my steez black
- Ron G, you know he coincide with me see
- Marvelous, Menace fo' Society
- But anyway, let's toast, champagne thoughts with Ghost
- I max the most shotguns through the nose
- Phonograph hip-hop put me on top
- 'Lo wears, and Tommy Hil fly shit with a knot
- The witty unpredictable live shit, drive by shit
- Do or die shit, I'll take your lie and shit
- And then you know I'm runnin through the penal foul
- Four-toothed child was wild
- The old lady snitched, but fuck it, you know it, one love kid
- No I'm not doin a nid
- Too much to get for what cause six niggaz got
- stuck, and the nigga chain was truck
- Yo fuck that, Criminology rap
- Speakers stay jet black floating in the flyest Ac
- Nigga... bring it!
- Yeah
- Outro: Raekwon
- Much love go to New York City
- All my Tommy Hil ice rockin niggaz
- Intro: [LP Version]
- He looks determined without being ruthless
- Something heroic in this man, there's a courage about him
- Doesn't look like a killer
- Comes across so calm, acts like he has a dream
- Full of passion
- You don't trust me huh?
- Well you know why
- I do, we're not supposed to trust anyone in our profession anyway
- Intro Two: Raekwon the Chef
- Knock niggaz out the box all the time
- Bitches on my motherfuckin records Pah
- Big ones, yeah, big fuckers
- Straight up, fuck your whole team
- Yeah bust it
- Yo, yo, fly G.I. niggaz
- Chorus: Raekwon the Chef
- Now yo yo, whattup yo, time is runnin out
- It's for real though, let's connect politic - ditto!
- We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases
- Word up, peace incarcerated scarfaces
- Verse One: Raekwon the Chef
- Thug related style attract millions
- Fans, they understand my plan
- Who's the kid up in the green Land?
- Me and the RZA connect, blow a fuse, you lose
- Half-ass crews get demolished and bruised
- Fake be frontin, hourglass heads niggaz be wantin
- Shuttin down your slot; time for pumpin
- Poisonous sting which thumps up and act chumps
- Raise a heavy generator
- But yo, guess who's the black Trump?
- Dough be flowin by the hour's
- Wu, we got the collars, scholars
- Word life, peace to power and my whole unit
- Word up! Quick to set it, don't wet it
- Real niggas lick shots, peace kinetic
- Chorus
- Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef
- Chef'll shine like marble, rhyme remarkable
- Real niggaz raise up, spend your money, argue
- But this time is for the uninvited
- Go head and rhyme to it, big nigga mics is gettin fired
- Morphine chicks be burnin like chlorine
- Niggaz recognize from here to Baltimore to Fort Greene
- But hold up, Moet be tastin like throw-up
- My mob roll up, dripped to death whips rolled up
- Ya never had no wins, slidin in these dens wit Timbs
- Wit Mac-10's and broke friends
- Ya got guns, got guns too, what up son, do
- you wanna battle for cash and see who Sun too?
- I probably wax, tax, smack rap niggaz who fax
- niggaz lyrics is wack nigga
- Can't stand unofficial, wet tissue, blank bustin Scud missles
- You rollin like Trump, you get your meat lumped
- For real, it's just slang rap democracy
- Here's the policy, slide off the ring, plus the Wallabees
- Check the status, soon to see me at
- Caesar's Palace eatin salads
- We beatin mics and the keys to Dallas
- I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell
- From where we at to my man's cell
- From staircase to stage, minimun wage
- But soon to get a article in RapPage
- But all I need is my house, my gat, my Ac
- Bank account fat - it's goin' down like that
- And pardon the French but let me speak Italian
- Black Stallion, dwellin on Shaolin
- That means the island of Staten
- And niggaz carry gats and mad police from Manhattan
- Chorus
- Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef
- I do this for barber shop niggaz in the Plaza
- Catchin asthma, Rae is stickin gun-flashers
- Well-dressed, skatin through the projects wit big ones
- Broke elevators, turn the lights out, stick one
- upstairs, swithc like a chameleon
- Hip Brazilians, pass the cash or leave your children
- Leave the buildin
- Niggas, yo they be foldin' like envelopes under pressure
- Like Lou Farigno on coke
- Yo, Africans denyin niggaz up in yellow cabs
- Musty like funk, wavin they arms, the Arabs
- Sit back, coolin like Kahlua's on rocks
- On the crack spots, rubberband wrapped on my knots
- You bitches who fuck dreds on Sudafeds
- Pussy's hurtin, they did it for a yard for the Feds
- Word up cousin, nigga, I seen it
- Like a 27-inch Zenith - believe it!
- Chorus
- ...politic ditto
- ...get lifted in the staircases
- Intro: Blue Raspberry
- Summer's dream inside
- Of how I'm gonna get mine
- I'm thinkin bou-owowow-out so many ways
- Of how to conquer, these raihahahahahny days...
- [You sang beautifully just now]
- [ I sang for him, and he isn't here]
- *birds craw and cackle*
- It's going down man, word man
- Sup black?
- Niggaz is fuckin around my gate man
- Word?
- Fuck em... yo, I'ma murder somebody man
- For real I ain't playin
- Whatever whatever...
- Chorus: Blue Raspberry
- It's raining, he's changing
- My man is going insane
- Insane...
- Verse One: Ghostface Killer
- The war is on, yo
- On rainy dayz I sit back and count ways on
- how to get rich son, show and prove, ask my blitz
- Stood up late nights, build with my a-lias
- We can pull a heist, snatch ice, or rock mics
- But this rap shit, got me wanna clack back the latch
- How it goes Leon, pesos made from scratch
- but in due time, soon to get mine like Bugsy
- Heavy on the wrist, Polo mock socks and rugbies
- Old flicks remind me of Gucci's, pack em in your square
- and little macks milk, blast the year
- That was Bill Bill, fast forward, ninety-four
- Who got the bad base? Filthiest fiends scream for more
- Bless me out of state, howdy Jake's, Starks is back
- Niggaz want work, now I pull back off a G-Pack
- Coke rocks, fled to co-ops livin gossip
- Them big lip niggaz singin to cops need to box it
- Stop it, the projects overflooded with slow leaks
- the fiends get, new faces get wrapped in sheets
- I gotta get mine, like my old Earth, bless the cheese blind
- Sippin on fine wine, the power of the blacks refined
- (Raining) devine
- Waiting on these raw teats takes too long
- It's like waiting on babies, it makes me want to slay thee
- But that's ungodly, so yo God, pardon me
- I need it real quick, the dope flow like penmanship
- Many heads get pistol-whipped, I blow spots like horse shit
- So now, talk, shit, nigga, what??
- Chorus: Blue Raspberry
- It's raining, he's changing
- My man is going insane
- Insane...
- Past sunlight, more gunfight
- Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef
- ...time to get the feeling, word up
- What brings rain hail snow and earthquakes
- The beat breaks, cause all my niggaz to break son
- Styles is similar to criminals locked up
- With gats, ghetto tabernacles is fucked up
- I live once though, the mind stays infinite
- Travel in the church, nine planets, in my midst
- While I carry, to earn a decent salary
- Soon get married, raise a family, but the plan'll be
- real great, to sit up in the loft, count stacks and max
- And real cats cold watch my back
- But listen to the Wu soon, and maintain
- It's all real, starvin individuals kill
- I puff what's only right, leave the poison alone
- Projects, infested with rats cats and crack homes
- Half of us'll try to make it, the other half'll try to take it
- So many fake half real freedom-ville
- Born to science my alliance analyzes
- Wild surprises, keepin my eyes wide to this
- The unfortunate, layin in mountains countin
- With jewelry on, can it be the next team house the horn
- Chill Dunn, just for real ones, light the lye up
- I hate to have to tie the next guy up
- Pay attention to Tims ten wins, Wu blends
- Now I'm starin you, the true buckle up
- Now who's a legend?
- Chorus: Blue Raspberry, Raekwon the Chef
- It's raining, he's changing Word up Dunn
- It's raining, he's changing Peace to Philly, VA, these days
- My man is going insane Word up y'all
- My man is going insane Word up
- Insane The sun moon and stars
- Fly cars, word up y'all
- No sunlight, more gun fights
- I've lost him to the street life
- Street life
- No cash flow, no more dough
- He's someone I don't even know
- Someone I don't know
- Rainy Dayz...
- (children playing)
- Gettin through those rainy dayz
- Gettin through those rainy dayz
- Gettin through those rainy dayz
- Gettin through those rainy dayz
- I lost him to the street life
- The street life, whoahhhhh
- Niggaz is fuckin crazy... knowhatI'msayin?
- Hell yeah man
- Word... you know how niggaz be bitin and shit
- Niggaz be bitin mad styles n shit from niggaz man
- Yeah, no doubt
- That's what I be hatin man, I can't stand a fuckin bitin ass nigga
- Wanna use your lines all ahead of time
- Word
- Before you even get a chance, to shine on your own shit
- True, nah niggaz be killing me though Son because
- Yaknow, they be take be comin with your words and shit
- They hear you say one word then here they come with the word
- Tryin to flip it and bounce it on some bullshit
- Yeah, yeah
- Not sounding like first of all and shit
- Yeah
- YaknowhatI'msayin? Boom, but then you got niggaz Son on the real
- YaknowhatI'msayin? Niggaz niggaz niggaz niggaz is bitin off your
- album cover and shit
- Yeah!
- Whoa bad enough they biting lines like niggaz killed me
- Yeah
- When they came with some Nas, niggaz bit offa Nas shit!
- KnowhatI'msayin?
- *chuckling*
- Word niggaz niggaz niggaz niggaz caught his little album cover move
- and then they got wise to that shit
- Yeah
- I'm like damn what the fuck man?
- It's like these happy-go-lucky niggaz man when they get on man
- They wanna pop a little, a little champagne
- Word like I said
- YouknowhatI'msayin? Every few, every time you see em
- YouknowhatI'msayin? Like, front on don't fuck with me
- Yeah man
- You gonna play that role play it though
- Yo man, it's like this man, niggaz man
- Niggaz know not to fuck around with this shit
- I don't give a fuck how nasty they are
- Nah son, let me tell these niggaz somethin God
- I don't want niggaz soundin like me... on no album!
- YouknowhatI'msayin? For real cause I'ma approach a nigga man
- For real man, I don't want nobody sounding like me man, for real Son
- No doubt
- Bad enough nigga, I don't want nobody sound like nobody from my Clan
- Man keep it real, get your own shit man, and be original
- Word up
- That's all man
- And you'll be a better man
- And you gonna come out on your own
- Word up
- Whatever how you gonna take it man, fuck it
- Word up
- Intro: Ghostface Killer
- Tommy Hil' rockin ice niggaz
- Tommy Hil' ice rockin niggaz who fuck...
- Mira, afrente
- Take a one on one to this shit y'all (yeah)
- Get your nostrils clear (yeah)
- Come on, sniff your brains out
- All my Al Capone, Al Pacino niggaz (yeah)
- Who's down with drug smuggling
- Cappadonna, Golden Arms
- Verse One: Ghostface Killer
- Yo, yo
- Take out the rap kingpin, the black Jesus
- I know a few niggaz sniff coke, it cause seizures
- Peace to half-moon Caesars
- and all the bitches in the bleachers
- Hot weather, sex on the beaches
- Jury shopping out of the country
- Deluxe luxury, people saying dem not change
- Look, truckle me
- But what about the Wonder Woman bracelet
- Two-oh point three diamond cut engraved rubies
- Kid I laced it
- My sweet tooth gotta nigga throbbin, ready for robbin
- But first hit Maria's, for a butter almond
- The bionic microphone is stacked mechanic
- Move like a bunch of Mexicans with bandanas
- Son, it's on so we can just Maximillion
- I got the spot sewn, so we can make a billion
- The God's tropical
- Ladies call me black fruit punch
- Rainbow, flavored niggas murder niggas for lunch
- Peace to the Paris crew in the avenue, and my nigga Jay Love
- Who carries switch blades on the red roof
- Verse Two: Cappadonna
- Yo, the first branch, the third leaf, whoever want it got beef
- I politic, show love, crush those who dare creep
- Into my realm of sunshine I praise divine
- Fine line between dawn of dumb, deaf and blind
- He ain't mine, he shook like the faggots on daytime
- Crossed over grain while we was bubblin moonshine
- Sippin on the Moet, laid up, Rae-Gambino
- Mastermind the plan, Tony Starks, Cappachino
- Develop while your head be swellin up all for the nation
- Blinded by the ice while I release the confrontation
- Donna holy fat bads of weed, ravioli
- Pasta, Bodyguard the killa bee songs like Kevin Costner
- Infrared all inside your bumba rasta
- Cappadonna pimped the derby like the mobster
- Interlude: Ghostface
- Yeah, yeah
- Eight spaghetti lame brain ass niggaz
- Quarters, nickels, and dimes bitch
- Except for overtime nigga
- Any ass money should be fine
- Cause I'm coming strong, reaking niggas backs
- Keepin shit real
- If you haven't noticed this crazy ass rusty, ass nigga
- Let me tell you this four times
- Tony Starks, Raekwon the chef
- Cappachino and Golden Arms
- Is comin through mad strong
- From the isles of Shaolin
- For all them faggot ass
- Rusty ticket-head bitches too
- Shump shump baby
- Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef
- Yo back in the days, baggin crack, scrapin plates
- Flippin cakes to them heavy head niggaz hatin Jakes
- It be us, all the war's soldiers, hangin in halls gettin over
- City niggaz who for blood money rockin Rovers
- Stay dipped, don't have no money in your pocket
- In the streets while these people mark money in their Jeep
- Crack bums watch your back for jumps
- Caught before a fake twenty dollar bill
- Get em son, we ain't the one
- Politickin, purse vickin, sick of these Dominicans
- Eatin good, had to shoot my way up out of Bennigans
- That's life, to top it all off, beef for white
- pullin bleach out tryin to throw it in my eyesight
- Yo what the fuck was on yo mind?
- Intro: [LP Version]
- Yeah
- Yo son we gotta take it and go get the Clarks man
- Yo, check it out, yo
- Yo, I got a new, wooooo!!! Niggaz don't even know son
- Yo check the joint
- Boom, yo I got a crazy idea how to do Clarks now
- Check it out, boom, this how you freak em, boom
- You go get you go get the cream joints right? Boom
- Now now, all you all you dye, is this shit right here
- Boom, and this, yaknowhatI'msayin? Any color you want
- But it'd be like, blue and cream, yaknowhatI'msayin?
- Shit like that, niggaz don't even know this stuff
- Word is bond I'ma rock niggaz this summer, on the real
- KnowhatI'msayin? Yo son, I had crazy visions
- Check it out check it out check it out, boom
- Just imagine if you buy, ooooh!! Check it out
- Just imagine you bought navy blue, right
- A navy blue, a navy blue pair right, boom
- Of this, of this shit, knowhatI'msayin?
- But dye gold top and got cream on top
- Then you can have any color like
- But you gotta drip it like it's marble cake...
- Intro Two: Raekwon the Chef
- KnowhatI'msayin? Yeah yeah yeah yeah
- Check it, yo, yo, yo, yo
- Verse One: Raekwon the Chef
- Stand on the block Reebok gun cocked
- Avalance rock get paid off mass murderous services
- Chef break em, watch the alley cats bake em
- watch the alley cats bake em
- Four-nine made em, Jah create em take em
- quick fast we reflect like the sky be blue true
- Wu-Tang saga continue
- Grab Myer Lansky crashin fantasy
- get high fellas, stand by, 'here's the plan, see?'
- sit back collectin' Tecs N checks and
- blowin slow in a Montaro flexin
- Beats break heavily word to INS bless me
- Blow me like three bags of cess
- For real from the Killa Hill locked and caged in
- We're swarm representatives, reactin like paid men
- Strive for why's, nine lives in lies
- Max sell and enjoy the highs -- what
- Chorus/Break:
- [Raekwon the Chef] The treasure is the glaciers of ice
- [Ghostface] Orginal man
- [Raekwon/Ghost] Posess the power to hold G's guns and grams
- [Ghostface] Caker baker
- [Raekwon the Chef] Pull off a keystone caper
- Point out the baddest bitch in the crowd
- [Raekwon/Ghost] And i'm a scrape her
- Verse Two: Master Killer
- Proceed with caution as you enter the symphony
- Degrees of pulse will increase intensely
- Syndrome was caused by the deadly drums
- But the battle was won by swords being swung
- Slicing with a vocal
- From the international vocalist
- Ya style is too local
- To fuck with this
- All fits of antagonists
- No assistance movin motionless
- Mysterious swiftness
- Thoughts roll down the shaft of the brain
- Mental gives the signal to the physical
- Whirlwind kicks and hits from every angle
- Violent temperments
- Uncountenance dented
- Poison vintage wine rhymes I invented
- Chumped by the drunken punches that punches the heart
- Vital sparks from the arteries start
- Verse Three: Ghostface Killer
- The treasure is the glaciers of ice original man
- Posess the power of hold G's guns and grams
- Straight up and down it's all good
- Peace to them check castin chain snatchin gun flashin
- Niggaz in the hood bubblin good
- Analyze stocks, we'll be buyin lion heads and cloths
- To all my house bitches, Starks will be home soon
- I'm on tour chill, catch you Ninety-Six in June
- But until then my ten-man team be safe
- Chill on the whips to settle this, we can all get laced
- Take a boat cruise, sip daquiris and max swimmin pools
- Fly jewels Wally shoes blow stacks relax kid
- black kids got a cravin for grapes until we get back
- I'm packed leave the Mac that you're with
- but whatever, I gotta hit other sides of the Earth
- Spread Wu-ness, foolish, civilization's cursed
- But luckily I'm born to be wild and aure-al
- Move crowds collect twenty thou and then we out
- Heavy convoys my crew keep pretty boys paranoid
- Blow like a steroid pat Dan's they're Akyroid
- My seeds growin his seeds marry his seeds
- that's how we keep Wu-Tang money all up in the family
- Chorus [all done by Ghostface]
- Outro: Ghostface
- my seeds growin his seeds marry his seeds
- that's how we keep Wu-Tang money all up in the family
- {it's been a long time...
- since Wu-Tang family came to shine...}
- [Rae] No tricks, no tricks baby
- [Nas] Yeah, aiyyo Rae
- [Ghf] Check it out y'all
- [Nas] It's the science
- [Ghf] Fly wonderful
- [Rae] Yeah y'all
- [Nas] Tony Starks and umm Lex Diamonds
- [Ghf] Tony Starks, my nigga Nas
- [Rae] Strength my whole team is eatin off this type of shit
- [Nas] For all the fake niggaz out there, yaknahmean
- [Ghf] Word up
- [Rae] Good shit, nigga next time, no more whatever shit
- [Nas] Fakes be celebratin but they be mistaken
- [Ghf] Word to the wise
- [Rae] Keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front pocket
- [Ghf] All types of shit, yo son
- [Rae] Rock it, RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet
- [Nas] Tell em it's on right?
- [Ghf] Show those crabs how to rhyme
- [Rae] RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet
- [Ghf] It's only like five percent out of a hundred
- [Rae] RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet
- [Ghf] Do it to em baby
- Verse One: Nas
- Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold
- I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
- When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
- to conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streets
- Live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun
- Trick my Wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my son
- Smoke a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly
- I'm grungy, but things I do is real it never haunts me
- while, funny style niggaz roll in the pile
- Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's Isle
- Holdin weed inside they pussy with they minds on the
- pretty things in life, props is a true thug's wife
- It's like a cycle, niggaz come home, some'll go in
- Do a bullet, come back, do the same shit again
- From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
- Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual
- Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef
- Perhaps bullets bust niggaz discuss mad money
- True lies and white guys, we can see it through the eyes
- Catch the most on tape, kilos disintegrate
- Pyrex pots, we break, fiends lickin plates
- In the building niggaz building, like little children starin
- Them older niggaz aint carin
- Sirens circlin fiends are lurkin in your baggage
- oh, one's gone now, what, smack him in his cabbage
- In the woodwork, crack cells bubble like Woolworth's
- in the projects, richest niggaz rockin all the real worth
- Police questioning, rooftop cats invested in
- Tradin in they Lexus' GS's sendin messages
- Two and two makes four, Cristal's crazily pour
- Gun wars my crew phantom like swords
- Verse Three: Ghostface Killer
- With the green leathers, hunded pound snakes and cakes
- Fiends found in lakes, jeolously Jakes we shake
- What I strive for is what I live for
- Infatuated by material things, and it's wild like for war
- like somewhere over the rainbow, I see a big pot of gold
- Future stacks yo I hold
- Thousands of cracks bagged up inside the shoebox
- Don't keep jack in my lap, don't wanna see Tupac
- Got two spots, a new lot, flooded with rocks
- Shoot-outs making me hot, crooked cops Bad Tony and the ball drop
- In the Now, I'm bangin niggaz for slide time
- Hurry up Duke I'm next, show em mine
- And what the fuck is you looking at?
- By the way young blood, hit me off with that Green Bay hat
- Watch your back inside the hall, new niggaz slide through
- like doors yo, you're starin in the mess hall
- Your adrenaline runs, cigarette niggas be swindlin
- New jacks surrenderin, come home not rememberin
- Made bail with different size kicks on, a white dress shirt
- Lookin gay in the yard, and you got hurt
- Flashbacks, of the day room, mop ringer style
- Your faggot ass got bashed tryin to turn the dial
- You told your boo you was whylin
- Once you heard Wu, out of the blue, your family's from Shaolin
- High class cooks, throw on vestes out of phone books
- Infirmary niggas are screaming, ";I got drugs!";
- Sharpen toothbrushes 190 mixed with baby oil and shit
- Your man's in the kitchen stashing ice picks
- Well I'ma end this with a big red cherry on top
- Me, Nas and Rae got the best product on the block
- [Rae] Strength my whole team is eatin off this type of shit
- [Ghf] Word up, throw your hands up
- [Rae] Good shit, nigga next time, no more whatever shit
- [Ghf] Cock back the Mac an say whatever
- [Rae] Keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front pocket
- [Ghf] Your Hawaiian's stale, exoticness, fly shit
- [Rae] RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet
- [Ghf] Floatin on in nine-five in the basement
- Intro: _The Mack_
- No man all bitches are the same, just like my hoes, you know
- I keep em broke
- Wake up one morning with some money they're subject to go crazy you know?
- I keep em lookin good, pretty and all that
- You know, but no dough
- When I get a bitch, I got a bitch (right on)
- Lyrics: Ghostface
- Word up, that motherfuckin brother wise
- YouknowhatI'msayin? Teachin the uncivilized
- Yeah, runnin the streets, know it's deep
- Word up, check his technique, yeah
- I be Ghostface
- Flippin the, marvelous track
- Yeah
- You know the steelo, but yo, yo
- Check the bangin sounds that I invent
- Fake niggaz who tried to flex hard came and went
- They couldn't match up with the fly nigga
- Wit his back against the wall
- Heads clapped once I came in the door
- I played the speaker, sippin on Kahlua
- Saw this bad bitch wit a switch
- And yo, I had to step to her in a manner
- and rather wished the current was warm
- When I had reached her, I looked and knew the shit was on
- Peace, excuse me, allow to introduce myself
- Yo, I'm the man, and Honey, you've been rated top shelf
- Yo, what's your name hon, hair wrapped up in a bun
- Your eyes sparkle, just like glass in the sun
- Never diss em, it's hard for a nigga just to miss em
- Especially, when you're browsin, goin fishin
- Your wasteline, bangin like a bassline
- Physical form is well complexed
- And yo, I love your outline, Boo
- Your whole body is wild, wit your rugged profile
- Enough to make a hard rock smile
- You can't strikeout, tell me what can really go wrong
- You rockin' labels - Tommy Hil down to Claiborne
- Show me some love hon, show me some love boo
- Show me the vibe and I'll be more than glad to shoot it through
- Aiyyo peep it, I know you love Victoria's Secret
- And lovin' all the marvelous slang on how I freak it
- Plus, see you're the type to make a nigga crash
- Far from trash, your flesh is way softer than a baby's ass
- Your body lotion is the potion, the shit got me open like dust
- And yo, your stee is high potent, yo
- We can go the distance, I put you under wings
- From this convo we can spark and see whatever brings
- I walked a hot Arabian desert, barefooted
- I grabbed your hand, you grabbed my joint and knew where to put it
- Word up, yo, straight up and down yo
- Check the joint, baby
- It be the Wu-Tang production
- Yeah, yeah, and all types of shit
- And brothas catchin repercussions
- Yo, straight up
- *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
- Yo the sun don't shine nobody, knowhatI'msayin?
- Lyrics: Raekwon
- Yeah
- One-two, one-two, nigga
- Line for line, line for line
- How we get down wit da rhyme
- Yo, it be a line for line, line for line
- This is how we get down
- Yeah, line for line, line for line
- This is how we get down
- Yo! Can you feel me?
- Storytellin rap Magellan I ain't tellin
- Them niggaz ran in the spot for sellin
- Word up, pushed up, man got mushed up
- Seen him at a rap show actin like fat cat though
- Glasses gold, shinin like a real big boy
- This nigga had mega ice on Chips Ahoy!
- Cat surrounded, this political brown kid
- All out the wind yo, my man walked in
- Pullin mints out son had mad clientele
- Order me Cristal twice Kion, chill!
- Watch them niggaz, aiyyo that clique's from outta state
- They bubble weight in Far Rockaway with Blake Carrington
- You know the kid with the most doe-getters
- And terrors on fat shit clique they rock Lo sweaters
- That's my man, that's my man too
- Call him up on the strength of the Wu
- And watch me game, yo grab the cell
- I got a heist to pull off well
- At the end of the week, I'm buyin you a L
- Lexus nigga, I ain't talkin bout Hancock
- No time for weed plus no time to get locked
- That night, up in the staircase
- Cousin had me laced out, skeed all outta my face
- We gon' get dat cruchy chump for all of his lump
- Don't try to front, you was sweatin this Hilfidiger
- Guess who walked in - Abbott and his man from Farragut
- Confront him wit the Ruger on his back, walk in black
- Where's your man, where's the sky blue Land at?
- Stop playin Wu in the back, smacked him wit the gat
- (Yo, money said he be here in fifteen!)
- Stop lyin, wait for the Millenia green to pull up
- He got the Donna Karen shit on, two rings
- Six carats a piece plus the chain swing
- Like anchors on ships flooded wit all diamond chips
- Back pockets: two clips - four-fifths wit rubber grips
- Layin, two bottles of brass I was slayin
- Meditatin, red dot be waitin for my payment
- Heard the key in the lock, cocked the glock
- Turn the lights out, dip behind the couch
- Kion, gag his mouth
- Infra-redded his head when he entered
- But a soft Perry Ellis leather with Dorinda
- A friend of, Kion's wife, Kenya, the bitch larger than life
- Yo, shorty be fuckin mad Columbian niggaz
- Fuck it, get on the floor meet the black Lex Luthor
- Stripped fast, the bitch had on Claiborne drawers
- Yo Rae, you about to scrape her, chill Ghost
- Thought for a second, turned around
- Threw the nine in his meatloaf
- Yo, where's the cash and the stash that's mixed?
- I don't know!
- Shot his hand, he started screamin like a bitch!
- Intro: Method Man (Johnny Blaze)
- Hey mom, can I have some money?
- The ice cream man is coming!
- Chorus:
- Watch these rap niggaz get all up in your guts
- French-vanilla, butter-pecan, chocolate-deluxe
- Even caramel sundaes is gettin touched
- And scooped in my ice cream truck, Wu tears it up
- (The ice cream man is coming!)
- Verse One: Ghostface Killer (Tony Starks)
- Yo honey-dips, summertime, fine Jheri drippin
- See you on Pickens with a bunch of chickens how you're clickin
- I catch shootin strong notes as we got close
- She rocked rope, honey throat smellin like Impulse
- Your whole shell baby's wicked like Nimrod
- Caught me like a fresh-water scrod, or may I not be God
- Attitude is very rude Boo, crabby like seafood
- It turns me on like Vassey and Lahrule
- They call me Starky Love-hun, check the strategy
- By any means, Shirley Temple cross was done by Billie Jean's
- Black Misses America, your name is Erica, right true
- Lazy eyeball, small piece, six shoe
- Caramel complexion, breath smellin like cinnamon
- Excuse me hon, the Don mean no harm, turn around again
- God damn, backyard's bangin like a Benz-y
- If I was jiggy, you'd be spotted like Spudz McKenzie
- I'm high powered put Adina Howard to sleep
- Yo pardon, that bitch been on my mind all week, but uhh
- Back to you Maybelline Queen let's make a team
- You can have anything in this world except CREAM
- So whatchu wanna do? Whatchu wanna do?
- Let's go ahead and walk these dogs and represent Wu
- Chorus
- Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef (Lou Diamonds)
- Shaolin's finest, whattup Boo, peace your highness
- Yo I'm loungin, big dick style, y'all niggaz is the flyest
- Moves you're making too fly jewels are shaking
- not a rape patient, you're looking good fly colored Asian
- Ghettoes, them is your hometown, we can go the whole round
- After that, I'm shootin downtown
- I'm rockin hats and you wig is all intact
- Who's that queen bee chick, eyes curly black
- Freaks be movin in fly sneaks
- Two finger rings and gold teeth, and ain't afraid to hold heat
- So when I step in the square dear
- You better have CREAM to share, Ricans, ven aqui yeah
- Chorus
- Verse Three: Cappachino
- Black chocolate girl wonder, shade brown like Thunder
- Politic til your deficit step, gimme your number
- Your sexy persuasive ta-ta's and thighs
- Catch my eyes like highs I want your bodily surprise
- Double dime some time, Ice Cream you got me fallin out
- like a cripple, I love you like I love my dick size
- ooh baby I miss you, your sweet tender touches
- take pulls off the dutches, orgasm in my mindstate
- masterbate in your clutches, I want you for self
- like wealth, so play me closely
- Bitches paranoia for the sting, who want the most of me
- Only a hard dozen want to be callin me cousin
- Thirsty for my catalog, baby shoppin spree you're lovin
- Call me if you want to get dug like the pockets
- I jizm like a giant break brooms out of their sockets
- Outro: Method Man
- Wu-Tang in the cut, for real niggaz what?
- It's the after party and bitches want to fuck
- Chorus:
- Ice cold bitches melt down when my clutch
- and what they titties sucked, ice cream
- Yeah, your guts
- Chorus: 3/4ths
- Ice cold bitches melt down when in the clutch
- They want they titties sucked, ice cream
- One love to my chocolate deluxes, keep your nails done
- and your wigs tight, word up
- One love to my butter-pecan Ricans for calling me papi
- That's for real
- One love to caramel sundaes, with the cherries on top
- Yeah
- And big up to my french vanillas
- Parlez vous, francais, mi amor, merci, oui oui, bon bons
- and all that good stuff
- That good stuff
- Intro:
- And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get
- Tony Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America
- Who wants to kill him?
- No information, say yes or no
- One point five million
- Alright, you get what you want -- money's no object
- They're all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable
- And there are explosive head bullets, in the clip
- [Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)]
- Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here come the cop man
- Yo Starks come here, come here Sun
- Come here for a minute!
- Aiyyo aiyyo hold up hold up
- Shit we gotta go to the store for more baking soda
- Yo yo yo get your fuckin, yo this made of glass nig!
- Get your big Adidas off my moms table man!
- Get the fuck off it man.
- Yo just chill man, pass the Cristal man.
- Niggaz is greedy man, damn.
- Big ass shits.
- Yo man you ain't smoking none of that weed in here man.
- Chill man.
- Bobby Steels
- Somebody go to the store man
- Sup kid?
- Get that baking soda.
- (Yo!) Let's cut the pie five ways
- (Noodles) We came off with two mil kid
- Fast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt coming through)
- La cosa nostra
- (Johnny Blaze!)
- (Lou Diamonds!)
- Represent kid.
- (Tony Starks)
- Universal frontier
- (Original blood claat bad bwoys)
- Chorus: Method Man
- Who come to get you? None. They want guns!
- I be the first to set off shit, last to run
- Wu roll together as one
- I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one
- Verse One: Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze
- Check it
- Scriptures hit the body like sawed off shotties
- Like my hair notty and my nosepiece snotty
- Fuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably
- Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real
- Ain't nuttin fraudulent here, we pioneer
- Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah
- Thirty-six chambers of fear, huh, you lost it
- Information leakin out your faucets, hmmmmm
- Time to forfeit your crown and leave the ground
- There's a new sheriff in town holdin it down
- It's the two holster, shit shot smoker
- Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster
- Wild in the West, a student of my culture
- And life is the test, hold up
- Let a nigga catch his breath, we still payin dues
- And the last one is death, back to the essence
- With that shit you stressin, this rap profession
- Now peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin
- Isle plus my style, Criminology pays
- The last times and days, Johnny fuckin Blaze
- Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou Diamonds
- This goes for niggaz who know
- Wu will grow like llello, ley no
- Plus coolin in Barbados
- Ricaans be givin me much shit, the dutch shit
- Stay cool papi, seize it with enough shit
- Back at the lab a, crack's bagged up
- Yo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if they hafta
- Senoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin guards margaritas
- Suckin his dick, up in the whip long
- Designed for rhyme prime nigga jail time jiggas
- Them niggaz up in Height figures bitin niggaz
- Silks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain yeah
- Jakes beware black rap millionaires
- Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin this year
- One eight hundred gambino niggaz yeah
- [Meth]
- Wu roll together as one
- I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one
- Verse Three: RZA, a.k.a. Bobby Steels
- Solid gold crown is shinin
- Solid gold, check it Sun yo
- Solid gold crown be shinin and blindin like some diamonds
- I be pioneerin the style in the cloud with silver linings
- Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected
- The heart the rib cage the chest and solar plexus
- Castin stones, crackin two-hundred and six bones
- And watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone
- How dare you approach it with dim pones
- The overfiend like noah bean green souls with a soldier mean
- The grand exquisite imperial wizard oh is it
- The Ryzarector come to pay your ass a visit
- Local bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general
- Lickin shots to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial
- Happen millenium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin
- goes up your adrenalin son it's time for boutin
- It's a mileage resemblin niggaz who like followin
- Trapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle
- Verse Four: Master Killer
- God steppin forth upon holy down of the track
- It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack
- So I decided to bite down on the mic
- So the pain of the track won't deny the fact
- That I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an expert
- That hurts the individual who tries to visual-ize under
- Cuz I strike, like thunder
- Niggaz couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable
- My wisdom fucks up your respiratorial
- Systems are fractured by the killa tactics
- Style is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged
- Enter the entity, my vicinity
- Is three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity
- Represent the school of hard knocks and glocks my
- Clan is hoss and got mad moss for blocks so
- Feel the force of impact from the iron side of
- The gat as I attack the track
- From the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome
- Watch a nigga get blown out his muthafuckin dome
- piece, deceased, laid to rest
- Chorus
- Verse Five: Ghostface Killer, a.k.a. Tony Starks
- Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room
- Holdin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom
- Full moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath
- Sold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef
- So step back, to the lab at, high velocity
- My teammate, enhance cells well like a pharmacy
- Fuck horado pablos plan growas bravo
- Goodfellas we know, best sellas become novels
- The man rockin head bands, silk scarves and jams
- Early 80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams
- The laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies
- Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's
- Remember them kids that came off with 8 million
- Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavillions
- Them flower heads must have been stupid
- Tell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid
- That's jet money, undaground money
- Submarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies
- Cosa cosa, come on...
- Intro: Raekwon, talking to Poppa Wu
- Ol Dirty Bastard singing in the background
- You know God, I just been, youknowhatI'msayin?
- Doin my regular thing man
- So I'ma get back up with you though baby
- KnowhatI'msayin? You know you my nigga kid
- I'ma always come through for you baby
- Yo man, you gotta understand, this shit is real though man
- All the time, word
- Yo man, that's you man
- Yo peace Rae, peace God!
- (We've got the powers to resurrect the dead)
- Whassup baby? God damn, look at you man
- Damn God, I got a shit out you man
- Man, I done watched you man, since you was a little crumbsnatcher
- A little weed-hopper running around here man
- Look at you baby, you look good
- (We've got the powers to resurrect the dead)
- Understand, I watched you go through a lot of trials and tribulations
- But you know something, like I used to always tell you baby
- A good listener's a good learner
- (G-O-D's my reality)
- I see you listened VERY well, understand?
- (I'm elevating strong and I'm gonna go on to the highest degree)
- Your time is coming baby
- See sometime, it could be like, a rear view
- YouknowhatI'msayin? And people don't know when their blessing comes
- But I watch you grow, man you is a very intelligent man
- Man, I watched you when I used to sit down and you would
- trick me out my money shootin dice, niggaz is you crazy?
- Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
- (G-O-D's my reality)
- Crazy you crazy man
- Yo Rae, you remember that shit man?
- When we used to be down there in the hills and shit man?
- (I'm elevating strong I'm gonna go on to the highest degree)
- And you'd catch it, from Old Man Freed
- He'd be yelling ";You little slick ass";
- Ha ha ha ha
- Talk to me baby, knowhatI'msayin?
- Ha ha ha ha
- I've been through all them things, man I'm watchin you growin
- But remember one thing Rae like I used to tell you
- The child you was is making you the man you is today
- And if you don't know where you came from baby
- You DAMN sure know that you don't know where you going
- Can you see what I'm saying?
- Know which way you travelling
- (We've got the powers to resurrect the dead)
- You understand? And follow that destiny, follow the light
- And it'll set you free
- (Ohh, G-O-D's my reality)
- Cause I've watched you baby
- You my main man
- Yeah
- (We're elevating strong and we're going on to the highest degree)
- Now that could be the Wu-Tang production
- Start to knuckle up and, gun shots start to click the block's duckin
- Could it be, and would it be, that we was babies
- Catchin, rabies, niggaz seem to act crazy
- Day one, in my spot July the tenth
- I had a mint, stickin up Devines hittin them with nines
- I was toxie, from layin up in Roxie's all night
- This nigga bust a shot, lick my man's wife
- It was havoc I contact the Abbot
- He shook the shoulder though, then he passed the phat chrome automatic
- We goin to war, you know we headed to the floor
- He woulda, did it, for me fuck it, let's mosie
- Schemin dough, with the P.L.O., wrapped on tight
- Sayin in my mic ";Yo we gotta go";
- My first impression was to add some lessons
- Question, one, what made you even show your gun and blow the session?
- He replied and rocked the green eye
- And yo, he started, yellin ";Them niggaz sellin two for fives!";
- But he's a goner and I got my corner
- What, I'm feedin my babies, Cash Rules for mortal daughters
- Yeah, Rae baby
- Feedin my babies, Cash Rules for mortal daughters
- Only God is the son of man
- (We've got the powers to ressurrect the dead)
- I'll say it one time, and be ceratin that fake God does not exist
- (Ohh, G-O-D's my reality)
- (I'm elevating strong we're gonna go on to the highest degree)
- This is why the universe, has itself balanced the scale
- of devine knowledge, and it was measured by the portion
- of solid knowledge
- No man, can judge for another
- But each man must weigh all facts and circumstances
- And find truth in his own judgment of righteousness
- See, the way to evil, balance equality in no man
- For no man is good and bad at the same time
- Either you good, or you bad
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