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Ice Cream[Produced by RZA]

[Intro: Method Man]
Ma, throw down some money
The ice cream man is coming

[Chorus: Method Man]
Watch these rap niggas get all up in your guts
French vanilla, butter pecan, chocolate deluxe
Even caramel sundaes is getting touched
And scooped in my ice cream truck, Wu tears it up

[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
Yo, honey dip, summertime fine, Jheri dripping
Seen you on Pitkins with a bunch of chickens how you're cliquing
I kept shooting strong notes as we got close
She rocked rope, honey throat smelling like Impulse
Your whole shell baby's wicked like Nimrod
Caught me like a freshwater scrod, or may I not be God?
Attitude is very rude, boo, crabby like seafood
It turns me on like Vine's Cee Allah Rule
They call me Starky Love, hon, check the strategy
By any means, Shirley Temple curls was done by Billie Jeans
Black Mrs. America, your name is Erica, right, true
Lazy eyeball, small feet, six shoe
Caramel complexion, breath smelling like cinnamon
Excuse me, hon, the Don mean no harm, turn around again
Goddamn, backyard's banging like a Benzi
If I was jiggy, you'd be spotted like Spuds McKenzie
I'm high-powered, put Adina Howard to sleep
Yo, pardon, that bitch been on my mind all week
But, uh, back to you, Maybelline queen, let's make a team
You can have anything in this world except cream
So what you wanna do? What you wanna do?
Let's go ahead and walk these dogs and represent Wu

[Chorus: Method Man]
Watch these rap niggas get all up in your guts
French vanilla, butter pecan, chocolate deluxe
Even caramel sundaes is getting touched
And scooped in my ice cream truck, who tears it up

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
Shaolin's finest, what up, boo? Peace, your highness
Yo, I'm lounging big dick style, y'all niggas 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 shooting downtown
I'm rocking hats and your wig is all intact
Who's that queen bee chick, eyes pearly black?
Freaks be moving 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: Method Man]
Watch these rap niggas get all up in your guts
French vanilla, butter pecan, chocolate deluxe
Even caramel sundaes is getting touched
Scooped in my ice cream truck, who tears it up

[Verse 3: Cappadonna]
Black chocolate girl wonder, shake ground like thunder
Politic to your deficit step, give me your number
Your sexy persuasive tatas and thighs
Catch my eyes like pies, I want your bodily surprise
Double down some time
Ice cream, you got me falling 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 mind-state, masturbate 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 wanna be calling me cousin
Thirsty for my catalog, baby, shopping spree you're loving
Call me if you wanna get dug like the pockets
I jizz 'em like a giant, break wombs out of the sockets

[Pre-Chorus: Method Man]
Wu-Tang in the cut, for real niggas, what?
It's the afterparty and bitches wantna fuck

[Chorus: Method Man]
Watch these rap niggas get all up in your guts
French vanilla, butter pecan, chocolate deluxe
Even caramel sundaes is getting touched
Scooped in the ice cream truck, who tears it up
Ice cold bitches melt down when in my clutch
And want they titties sucked, ice cream, yeah
Your guts
French vanilla, butter pecan, chocolate deluxe
Even caramel sundaes is getting touched
Scooped in the ice cream truck, who tears it up
Ice cold bitches melt down when in the clutch
They want they titties sucked, ice cream

[Outro: Method Man]
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 français? Mi amor, merci, oui oui, bon bons and all that good stuff
That good stuff
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Verbal Intercourse[Produced by RZA]

[Intro: Raekwon, Nas & Ghostface Killah]
No tricks, no tricks, baby
Yeah, ayy, yo, Rae, check me out, y'all
It's the science (Fly wonderful, yeah, y'all)
Tony Starks and, umm, Lex Diamonds (Tony Starks)
My nigga Nas
Word up
Stay wise
All types of shit, yo, son
Hit these kids mad, couldn't know our story, right?
Show those crabs how to rhyme (Yeah, baby)
Shake a nigga with a few of them joints
It's only like five percent out of a hundred
Do it to 'em, baby

[Verse 1: Nas]
Through the lights, cameras, and action, glamor, 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 raunchy, but things I do is real, it never haunts me, while
Funny style niggas roll in the pile
Rooster-heads profile on the bus to Rikers Isle
Holding 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, niggas 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 2: Raekwon]
Perhaps bullets bust, niggas 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 licking plates
In the building, niggas building, like little children, staring
Them older niggas ain't caring
Sirens circling, fiends are lurking in your baggage
Oh, one's gone now, what? Smack him in his cabbage
In the woodwork
Crack sales bubble like Woolworths in the projects
Richest niggas rocking all the real worth
Police questioning, rooftop cats invested in
Trading in they Lexuses, GSs, sending messages
Two and two makes four, Cristals crazily pour
Gun wars, my crew feel 'em like swords

[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]
With the green leathers, hundred-pound snakes and cakes
Fiends found in lakes, jealously jakes we shake
What I strive for is what I live for
Infatuated by material things in this wild life of war
Like somewhere over the rainbow, I see a big pot of gold
Future stacks, so I hold
Thousands of cracks bagged up inside the shoebox
Don't keep jack in my lab, don't wanna see 2Pac
Got two spots on New Lots flooded with rocks
Shootouts making me hot, crooked cops, bag Tony and the ball drop
In denial, I'm banging niggas for slot time
Hurry up, duke, I'm next on line
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 niggas slide through
Like doors, yo, you're staring in the mess hall
Your adrenaline runs, cigarette niggas be swindling
New jacks surrendering, come home not remembering
Made bail with different size kicks on, a white dress shirt
Looking gay in the yard and you got hurt
Flashbacks of the day room, mop wringer style
Your faggot ass got bashed trying to turn the dial
You told your boo you was wildin'
Once you heard Wu, out of the blue, your family's from Shaolin
High class cooks, throw on vests out of phone books
Infirmary niggas are screaming, "I got juxed"
Sharpened toothbrushes, one-ninety 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

[Outro: Raekwon & Ghostface Killah]
Cream, my whole team is eatin' off of this good shit (Word up, throw your hands up)
Good shit, nigga, next time, no more reload shit (Cock back the MAC if, say whatever your Hawaiian style)
Keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front pocket (Exoticness, fly shit)
RZA, Ghost, and Chef, and Nas, niggas in the profit (Floatin' on a nine-five in the wind)
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Guillotine (Swordz)[Intro: Inspectah Deck & Ghostface Killah]
Allow me to demonstrate the skill of Shaolin
The special technique of shadowboxing (Check it out)
Poisonous (Word, word, word), slap (Poisonous)
Y'all should slap these⁠— all y'all niggas for comin' in my fuckin' face with that shit (Shh, shh, alright, cool)
Yo, man, go ahead
Poisonous

[Verse 1: Inspectah Deck]
Poisonous paragraphs smash your phonograph in half
It be the Inspectah Deck on the warpath
First class, leavin' mics with a cast
Causin' ruckus like the aftermath when guns blast
Run fast, here comes the verbal assaulter
Rhymes runnin' wild like a child in a walker
I scored from the inner slums abroad
And my thoughts are razor sharp, I slice the mic from the cord
First to criticize, but now they have become
Mentally paralyzed with hits that I devise
Now I testify, the best is I
Rebel INS, Your Highness, blessed to electrify
With voltage of a eel, truth that I reveal
Will crush the amateurs who scream they keep it real
Caesar black down, hoodied up in fatigues
Part time minor leagues receive third degrees
Attack like a wolf pack once I pull back
The God-U and bust through like a fullback

[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]
Yo, you fourteen carat gold slum computer wizard
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits
Gorillas injected with strength of eighty midgets
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends
Let my peeps in, niggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis
I sell goods, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers
Record-breakin' the album Thriller
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare
When I fuck, I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin'
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin'
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin'
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha

[Interlude: Dialogue sample]
Were you just using the Wu-Tang school method against me?
I've learned so many styles, forgive me

[Verse 3: Raekwon]
Sit back, relax, fake niggas don't get turns
Watch me massage your brain with slang that's king
Projects filled with young men cause threats
Who has that? Thousand dollar chains and TECs
Focus, the brokest niggas of life shit
These mics is like cocaine, son, check the suicidal hype shit
Exchange mad blunts, tapes for sweepstakes
Keepin' up on fakes, outta state for cakes, no doubt
Plus nobody amount, we makin' dough off
Puttin' fifty on the Land and Allah, it's like that
Pull ya shoes up, black, matter of fact, just adapt
Tie up your black Nikes and tight hats
Corners stay surrounded with foreigners, what up, dread?
Feds caught your bredren for his bread, but regardless
Peace to jail niggas with charges
Unify layin' in the yard with La
My Clan done ran from Japan to Atlanta with stanima
Slingers and gamblers and gram handlers
Tical, light the Owl cigar, let's get steamed
Infrared guard your beam, so seek 'nuff respect
Rude bwoy, you bet, keep it movin', Mashallah
Pro black like tar, designin' the fly shit and stay shinin'
The RZA pour more beats than Cristal's fine wine
Concrete raps, go to bat
With 50 other niggas on the other side of the map
'Til it's all good and all done, what we want, son
Mike Tyson of this rap shit, pullin' out Macs for fun

[Verse 4: GZA]
The nigga don't get mad, I got mad styles of my own
And it's shown when my hands grip the chrome microphone
Verbally, I catch bodies with cordless shotties
Intriguin' MCs, I keep 'em trained like potties
I bomb facts, my sword is an ax to split backs
Visible, like dope fiend tracks
Sky's the limit, niggas are timid
And nobody knows how we move like wolves in sheep clothes
Producin' data, microchips of software
Underground and off-air, the land of the lost
Notorious henchman from the North
Strikin' niggas where the Mason-Dixon line cross
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Incarcerated Scarfaces[Skit]
He looks determined without being ruthless
Something heroic in his manner
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]
Knock niggas out the box all the time
Niggas know my motherfuckin' repertoire, big ones (Uh-huh)
(Yeah, motherfucker, straight up)
(I'll fuck your whole team up) Take care of B.I., Chef
(Yeah, bust it, yo, yo) Fly G.I. niggas

[Chorus]
Now, yo, yo, what up, 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 1]
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 fronting, hourglass-heads niggas be wanting
Shutting down your slot, time for pumping
Poisonous sting, which thumps up and act chumps
Rae's a heavy generator, but yo, guess who's the black Trump?
Dough be flowing by the hours, 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 Connecticut

[Chorus]
Now, yo, yo, what up, 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 2]
Chef'll shine like marble, rhyme remarkable
Real niggas raise up, spend your money, argue
But this time is for the uninvited
Go 'head and rhyme to it, bitch nigga, mics is getting fired
More fiends, chicks be burning like chlorine
Niggas recognize from here to Baltimore to Fort Greene
But hold up, Moët be tasting like throw-up
My mob roll up, dripped to death, whips rolled up
You never had no wins, sliding in these dens
With Timbs, with MAC-10's and broke friends
You got guns? Got guns too, what up, son?
Do you wanna battle for cash and see who sons who?
I'll probably wax tracks, smack rap niggas, you, facts
Niggas' lyrics are wack, nigga
Can't stand unofficial, wet tissue, blank busting Scud missiles
You rolling 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 eating salads
We beating mics sending 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, minimum wage
But soon to get a article in Rap Page
But all I need is my house, my gat, my Ac'
Bank account fat, it's going down like that
And pardon the French, but let me speak Italian
Black stallions wildling on Shaolin
That means the island of Staten
And niggas carry gats and mad police from Manhattan

[Chorus]
Now, yo, yo, what up, 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 3]
I do this for barber shop niggas in the Plaza
Catching asthma, Rae is sticking gun-flashers
Well-dressed, skating through the projects with big ones
Broke elevators, turn the lights out, stick one upstairs
Switch like a chameleon, hit Brazilians
Pass the cash or leave your children, leave the building
Niggas, yo, they be folding like envelopes
Under pressure, like Lou Ferrigno on coke
Yo, Africans denying niggas up in yellow cabs
Musty like fuck, waving they arms to Arabs
Sit back, cooling like Kahlúas on rocks
On the crack spots, rubber band wrap all my knots
View bitches who fuck dreads on Sudafeds
Pussy's hurting, they did it for a yard for the feds
Word up, cousin, nigga, I seen it
Like a 27-inch Zenith, believe it

[Chorus]
Now, yo, yo, what up, 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

[Outro]
Yo, yo, what up, yo? Time is runnin' out
It's for real, though, let's connect, politic, ditto
Get lifted in the staircases
Peace, incarcerated scarfaces
Time is runnin' out
Politic, ditto
Incarcerated scarfaces
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Criminology[Intro: Sample + Raekwon]
I told you a long time ago, you fucking little monkey, not to fuck me
Ayy, ayy, who the fuck you think you talkin' to, huh? You wanna fuck with—
Who the fuck you think I am, your fuckin' bellboy?
D'you wanna go to war? D'you wanna go to war? We'll take you to war, okay? (Coming up on half a mil, we build)
For real, y'all
Takin' you on another one, son
Uh, Julio Iglesias
Makin' C.R.E.A.M. like that nigga

[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
Yo, (Blaow) 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 hang glide, 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 9th chamber, leave you trapped inside my hallway
You try to flee but you got smoked up by the doorway (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' niggas off airplanes 'cause cash rules (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
(Lace them niggas, son)

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
AK's black, bust back like seventy MACs
I'm all that, street niggas knowin' my steez, black
Ron G, you know he coincide with me, see
Marvelous menace for society
But anyway, let's toast, champagne thoughts with Ghost
I max the most shotguns through the nose
Fuck rap, 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 lye and shit
And then you know I'm runnin' through the penal
Foul, fall through, child was wild
The old lady snitched, but fuck it, you know what?
One love, kid, no, I'm not doin' a bid
Too much to get, for what, 'cause six niggas got stuck
And the nigga chain was truck?
Yo, fuck that, criminology rap, sneakers stay
Jet-black floatin' in the flyest Ac', nigga
(Bring it, yeah)

[Outro: Raekwon]
Much love go to New York City
All my Tommy Hil', ice-rockin' niggas
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Wu-Gambinos[Intro]
And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get
Tony Wing's 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
All right, you get what you want, money's no object
They're all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable
And they're explosive-head bullets, your favorite
Yo, yo, yo, get your fuckin', yo, that's made of glass, man
Get your big Avias off my mom's table, man
I felt someone walk over my grave
You want to change your mind?
Niggas is greedy, man, damn
Big ass shits
Yo, man, you ain't smokin' no more weed in here, man
Chill, man
Bobby Steels
(Somebody go to the store, man, fuck that)
'Sup, kid?
Yo
Let's cut the pie five ways
Mmm
We came off with two mil', kid, fast (Noodles, Rollie Fingers)
No doubt, comin' through
La Cosa Nostra
Johnny Blaze, Lou Diamonds (Represent for my peoples)
Tony Starks
Universal frontier
Original bloodclat bad boys (Check it out)

[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 son 'cause he shine like one, check it

[Verse 1: Method Man]
Scriptures hit the body like sawed-off shotty
Like my hair knotty and my nosepiece snotty
Fuck a nigga hottie, that ho pussy probably
Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real
Ain't nothing fraudulent here, we pioneer
Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu, yeah
36 Chambers of fear, huh, you lost it
Information leaking out your faucets, hmm
Time to forfeit your crown and leave the grounds
There's a new sheriff in town holding it down
It's the two holster, six-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
I'm still paying dues and the last one is death
Back to the essence with that shit you stressing
This rap profession
Now peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin
Isle, bless my style, criminology pays
The last times and days, Johnny fucking Blaze

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
This goes for niggas who know
Wu will grow like yayo, lay low
Plus cooling in Barbados
Ricans be giving me much shit to touch shit
Stay cool, papa, seen you with enough shit
Back at the lab-a, crack's bagged up
Your niggas act up, what? Blow up they workers if they have to
Señoritas fucking up a storm, buyin' gods margaritas
Sucking his dick up in the whip long
Designed for rhyme crime, nigga, jail time jiggas
Them niggas up in hype Vigors lighting niggas
Silks Wally, wear a Figaro chain, yeah
Jakes beware of black rap millionaires
Rock Airs, leather goose, bears blowing this year
1-800-GAMBINO niggas, yeah

[Interlude: Method Man & RZA]
Wu roll together as one (Solid gold throne is shinin')
I call my brother son 'cause he shine like one (Solid gold, check it, son, yo)

[Verse 3: RZA]
Solid gold crown is shining, we're blinding like some diamonds
I'm reclining in the sky on a cloud with silver linings
Double-breasted, bulletproof vested, well protected
The heart, the rib cage, the chest, and solar plexus
Casting stones, cracking two hundred and six bones
And watch your ass get thrown to a sea of fire and brimstone
How dare you approach it with them poems?
The overfiend, light nova beam gleam, show 'em what a soldier mean
The grand exquisite imperial wizard or is it
The RZArector come to pay your ass a visit?
Local biochemical, universal giant, the black general
Licking shots at Davy Crockett on the bicentennial
Happy millennium two thousand
Microchips, two shots of penicillin goes up your adrenaline
Son, it's time for bouting
It's a model you're resembling, the niggas who like following
Trapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle and

[Verse 4: Masta Killa]
God stepping forth upon holy ground 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 visualize under
'Cause I strike like thunder
Niggas couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable
My wisdom fucks up your respitorial
Systems are fractured by the killer 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 hostile, 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 motherfuckin' dome-piece
Deceased, laid to rest

[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 son 'cause he shine like one

[Verse 5: Ghostface Killah]
Yo, ayy, yo, I got this under my wing, move, give me room
Holding up your saloon, clean sweep like a broom
Full moons make me howl like a wolf out of breath
Soley on Wu cords y'all heard Genius on Gef
So step back to the lab at high velocity
My team make hand-to-hand sales, we're like a pharmacy
Fuck Geraldo, Pablo's plan bro is Bravo
Goodfellas, we know bestsellers become novels
The man rocking headbands, silk scarves, and jams
Early '80s British Walkers, 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 eight million?
Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavilions
Them flour-heads must have been stupid
Tell me how the fuck black niggas get caught with all that loot, kid?
There's jet money, underground money
Submarines and rings, too bad you fucked up, dummies

[Outro]
Cosa, Cosa
Come on
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Glaciers of Ice[Skit: Ghostface Killah & Raekwon]
Yeah, yo, son you gotta take me to get them Clarks, man
Yo, check it out, yo
Yo, I got a new, yoo— niggas 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 is 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, you know what I'm saying? Any color you want
But it'd be like, blue and cream
You know what I'm saying? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Shit like that, niggas don't even know
But son, word is bond, I'ma rock niggas this summer
On the real, know what I'm saying? (Yeah)
Yo, son, I had crazy visions
Check it out, check it out, check it out, boom
Just imagine if you buy, woo— check it out
Just imagine you bought navy blue, right?
A navy blue— A navy blue pair, right? Boom
Of this— Of this shit, know what I'm saying?
But dyed, get this dyed cream on top
Just imagine that color, like
But you got it dripping like it's marble cake, like—

[Intro: Raekwon]
Know what I'm sayin'? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Check it, yo, yo, yo, yo

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Stand on the block, Reebok, gun cocked
Avalanche rock get paid off mass murderous services
Chef break 'em, watch the alley cats bake 'em
Po-nine made 'em, drop grenades and take 'em
Quick-fast we reflect like the sky be blue, true
Wu-Tang saga continue
Rap Meyer Lansky, crash your fantasy
Gettin' high fellas stand by, here's the plan, see
Sit back collectin' Tecs and checks and
Flowin' slow in a Montero flexin'
Beats break heavily, word to INS, bless me
Throw me like three bags of sess
For real, from the Killah Hill, locked and caged in
We're sworn representatives, we actin' like made men
Strive for wives, nine lives and lies
Max sellin', enjoy the highs, what?

[Chorus: Raekwon and Ghostface Killah]
The treasure is the glaciers of ice, original man
Possess the power to hold G's, guns and grams
Baker, baker, pull off a Keystone caper
Point out the baddest bitch in the crowd and watch me scrape her

[Verse 2: Masta Killa]
Proceed with caution as you enter the symphony
Degrees of punishment increase intensely
Syndrome was caused by the deadly drums
But the battle was won by swords bein' swung
Slicin' with a vocal from the international vocalist
Your style is too local to fuck with this
Offensive antagonist
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 temperaments left continents dented
Poison vintage wine rhymes I invented
Drunk by the drunken punches that punctures the heart
Vital sparks from the arteries stopped

[Chorus: Raekwon and Ghostface Killah]
The treasure is the glaciers of ice, original man
The treasure is the glaciers of ice, original man
Possess the power to hold G's, guns and grams

[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]
Straight up and down, it's all good
Peace to them check-cashin', chain-snatchin', gun-flashin'
Niggas in the hoods bubblin' goods
Analyze Starks, who be buying lion heads and Clarks
To all my house bitches, Starks'll be home soon
I'm on tour, chill, catch me '96 in June
But until then my ten-man team be safe
Chill on the whips for seven months, we can all get laced
Take a boat cruise, sip daiquiris and max
Swimmin' pools, fly jewels, Wally shoes, blow stacks
Relax kids, black kids got a cravin' for Cris
Until we get back, unpack, leave the Mac with your Wis'
But whatever, I gotta hit other sides of the Earth
Spread Wu-ness, rule this, civilization's cursed
But luckily I'm born to be wild and then be out
Move crowds, collect twenty thou' and then be out
Heavy convoys, my crew keep pretty boys paranoid
Built like a steroid pat down Dan Aykroyd

[Refrain: Ghostface Killah]
My seeds grow with his seeds, marry his seeds
That's how we keep Wu-Tang money all up in the family

[Chorus: Raekwon and Ghostface Killah]
The treasure is the glaciers of ice
The treasure is the glaciers of ice
The treasure is the glaciers of ice, original man
Possess the power to hold G's, guns and grams
Baker, baker, pull off a Keystone caper
Point out the baddest bitch in the house and watch me scrape her

[Refrain: Ghostface Killah]
My seeds grow with his seeds, marry his seeds
That's how we keep Wu-Tang money all up in the family

[Outro: 60 Second Assassin & Raekwon]
Been a long time since the Father left in '69
It's been a long time since Wu-Tang had the chance to shine
It's been a long time since we had diamonds, gold and drank Cristal wine
It's been a long time, my people walking around here dumb, deaf, and blind
It's been a long time since you had a Son of Man chant like golden wine
It's been a long time, it's been a long time
It's been a long time
Yo, it's been a long time
What's on your mind?
Check it, respect heat holders
Respect heat holders
**************************************************
Knuckleheadz[Intro: Raekwon, Ghostface Killah, U-God]
Let me— Let me hold that
One for you, one for me (True)
Two for you,  one— two for me
What?
Three for you
Nigga get— get the— Man, I'll smack— (Fuck is— out of here with all that shit)
Smack fire out your fucking ass
What the fuck you think this is, man?
Get the fuck up out of here man (Chill, chill)
So, yo, matter of fact, the man is back (Stick this man head out over a fucking fire!)
Shit, alright— This ain't even enough bread right here, this ain't enough
We going to shoot right over there (Fuck that man, yo)
And, yo, them niggas got the big cream over there, just chill (Alright, let's get this cash, and move nigga)
Spark it, right out the tropical, kid
Alright, don't play me like I got a flowerpot head, kid (*Loading clip*), on the real, man
Just chill, let's go get this money fast, son
I know how we got to do this, kid (*Gunshots*), trust this (Alright, scrungy-head motherfuckers)

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Lay on the crime scene, sipping fine wines, pulling nines on
UFOs, taking they fly clothes, they eyes closed
We getting loot, no doubt, check the word of mouth
Unheard about, guns go off and now a murder route
I'm out, my raps play the part like a Get Smart secret agent
In a maze and style's blazing
Johnny Blaze and Tony Starks in the Days Inn
And Rhyming, my nigga Lou Diamond with Robert F
We like Meth to go and fuck with Noodles
Having them poodles on the lockdown, buying me
Amarettos and chewables, smacking pharmaceutical
Rap niggas on dust and woos
Yo, I told you some killed, robbed and fold
The goal's untold, fuck it, it beats parole
So stroll marvelous, soul controller of the globe blow
Goddamn, I got it sewn and yo
What up wop? Pop the suitcase high and we can talk
You can walk out the fucking building and get caught
Save the fully inflatable, rap relatable
Drug relatable, niggas here to play with you
A hundred dollar Rottweiler, go to spot sellers
Guns and Glocks for them niggas who got props
Off top jail niggas get mad bigger and yo
Mail a guy about a hundred pictures
Word to mama, this rap wonder rhymer team got drama
Comma, blunt smoke real-ass marijuana
Chef Maranzano boats across the Verrazano
Immaculate, bust off my gun so accurate
And get cream in the cuisine of Queens
I told you, money skated with night beams and two rings

[Interlude: Raekwon & Ghostface Killah]
Crazy fag, I'm getting ready to do this shit (Sniff mad shit)
Man, niggas know not to step on this shit

[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]
Who's the knucklehead wanting 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, Chas, 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
At full blast (*Speeding car passing*)
Then skate to the next gate further upstate
I heard they got crazy weight bagged up by the cakes 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, nigga, don't fake, 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 floating in lakes
Drug related paper talking about the kids who didn't make it
Hits without a trace, never seen the bricks, see Rae and Ghostface
Congratulations, Chef, let's celebrate and sniff an eighth (*Tires screeching*)

[Verse 3: U-God]
The rap scar is on, rap Parmesan, poke on, put it on, seal it on
We're silicone, spark it on your talkathon
This rap phenomenon to correspond took the arms
Hit me on the hip and horns, rap chaperone
Scars, tones, bar thrown, war tones, raw tones
Blowing out their jawbones, but your rap's fraudulent
Plug in these rap coordinates, it's reinforced with suspense
Be on your rap sword defense
These microphone professional, sensational, fully operational
I got niggas 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
Living fat like the Hoffa, mafia, sipping, eating pastas
Laying in the house telling the seeds about the sagas
Before we got dramatic and thoughts got sporadic
We grabbed golden tablets and quick guarded the Abbots
Slugs hit the Pelle, punch hopes into the belly
Suckers tried to knock me out the box like Skelly
I smoke the weed trees, I drop top to the breeze
Honey dip spending G's on nails and hair weave
The crime boss taking no loss, excessive force
We can play the A-Train back of the iron horse

[Outro: Raekwon, Ghostface Killah]
Yo, man, you know what I'm saying?
Fuck it, man (*Tires screeching*, *car crashing*)
(*Car crashing*)
**************************************************
Knowledge God[Intro]
Plug
Word, yo (Know what I'm sayin'?), word (Yo)
Know what I'm saying?
You know— You know we had the baddest motherfuckin' (No doubt, no doubt)
Unit back in the days kid (I know that son, I know that)
You know that (You know I know that), know what I'm saying? (Know what I'm saying?)
I miss all my niggas, though, believe me, and I'll never forget none of 'em (Word up, word up, know what I'm sayin?)
Su, Tyrese, Size, you know what I'm saying? (Rob, you know what I'm saying?)
Eddie, motherfuckin'— all them wild-ass niggas, man (Yeah, yeah)
You know what I'm saying? (I hear you)
L, yo, man (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Shit is wild, though, God, you know what I'm saying God? (Tyrese, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Word up, you know what I'm saying? (Powerful, word up, word up)
So you let my shit go at the count of three, though, you know what I'm saying? (Take your time, take your time)

[Verse 1]
Fake niggas throw shit in they drinks
Club nights we snatch links, politic, Africans and Chinks
Wide World of Sport niggas snort coke by the seconds
Niggas projects filled with fiends injecting morphine
The God seen more cream, and upstate
Cousin Reek, almost got hit with fourteen
Chill, pa, 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 working, cats I'm jerking
And uptown these niggas acting like they hurting
Keys 20 for a brick
Colombians be on some bullshit, that's why papi 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
Skied up, weaved the fuck up, to top it off
Look beat up with two crack fiends hugging your seed up
I took care of that, though, but don't worry 'bout it
I got your back, though

[Chorus]
Yo, why's my niggas always yelling 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 mathematics, son? Knowledge God

[Verse 2]
Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Grasmere
Hit a store owner named Mike Lavogna
Italiano, slanted-eye, banging a fat Milano
Selling coke right out the bottle
Sometime a nigga bought nines to test with mines (Sit back, relax)
Crazy piece, buying keys in Greece
Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dough figures
Condo with his chick, rocking the gold vigor
Mafia flicks, tying up tricks was his main hobby
Teaching his seed Wu-Tang karate
Mixing drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks
Night time rolling with snakes
Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank
Sixteen shots in his fish tank
And his pet piranha, he named him Marijuana
Smoking ganja, calling his weed pipe Sandra
Claiming New York was ancient Babylon
Where the sky stayed the color of grey, like heron
I can't front though, truck loads of Indo
Soon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-ho

[Chorus]
Yo, why's my niggas always yelling 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 mathematics, son? Knowledge God
Yo, why's my niggas always yelling 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 mathematics, son? Knowledge God
Yo, why's my niggas always yelling 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 mathematics, son? Knowledge God

[Outro]
Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, Miami niggas
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
**************************************************
Still Strugglin’[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
I know how it feels to wake up fucked up
Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell
People look at you like you're the user
Selling drugs to all the losers mad Buddha abuser
But they don't know about the stress-filled day
Baby on the way mad bills to pay
That's why you drink Tanqueray
So you can reminisce and wish
You wasn't living so devilish s-shit
I remember I was just like you
Smoking blunts with my crew
Flipping over SIXTY-TWO's
Cause G-E-D wasn't B-I-G, I had to get P-A-I-D
That's why my mom hates me
She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
Then I figured out Nick's went for twenty down south
Packed up my tools for my raw power move
Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves
Four chumps trying to stop my flow
And what they don't know will show on the autopsy
Went to see papi, to cop me a brick
Asked for some consignment and he wasn't trying to hear it
Smoking mad Newports cause I'm doing court for an assault
That I caught in Bridgeport, New York
Catch me if you can like the ginger bread man
You better have your gat in hand
Cause man

[Hook: Inspectah Deck]
A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M
Still struggling, Survival got me buggin'
(Souls of a soldier in the streets of survival)
Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough
(The rough life, I just be up nights. It got me)
Still strugglin'
(Campaign)
Lay out your maintain
(In the everyday struggle)

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side
Staying alive was no jive
Had secondhands, moms bounced on old man
So then we moved to Shaolin land
A young youth, yo rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo goose
Only way I begin to G off was drug loot
And let's start it like this son, rolling with this one
And that one, pulling out Gats for fun
But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend
Started smoking woolies at 16
And running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes
Making my way on fire escapes
No question I would speed, for cracks and weed
The combination made my eyes bleed
No question I would flow off, and try to get the dough all
Sticking up white boys in ball courts
My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater
Times is rough and tough like leather
Figured out I went the wrong route
So I got with a sick tight clique and went all out
Catchin' keys from across seas
Rollin' in MPV's, every week we made forty G's
Yo brothers respect mine, or anger the TEC-9
(Get live, muthaf~)
**************************************************
Rainy Dayz[Intro: Blue Raspberry, Ghostface Killah, Raekwon, Samples]
It's a mystery inside
Of how I'm gonna get mine
I'm thinking 'bout so many ways
Of how to conquer these rainy days
You sang beautifully just now
I sing for him and he isn't here
It's going down, man, word, man (What's up, black?)
Niggas just fuckin' robbed my gate, man (Word?)

[Chorus: Blue Raspberry, Ghostface Killah & Raekwon]
It's raining, he's changing (Fuckin'— Yo, I'ma murder somebody, man, for real, I ain't playing, whatever, man, whatever)
My man is going insane, insane (The war is on, yo)

[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
On rainy days I sit back and count ways on
How to get rich, son, show and prove, ask my bitch
Stood up late nights, build with my a-alikes
We can pull a heist, snatch ice or rock mics
But this rap shit, got me wanna clack back the latch
How it goes the only pesos made from scratch
But in due time, soon to get mine like Bugsy
Heavy on the wrist, Polo mocs, socks and rugbies
Old flicks remind me of Gucci's
Back in Union Square when little Maxmil blast Pierre
That was Build Build, fast forward, ninety-four
Who got the bad base? Filthiest fiends scream for more
Bless me out of state, howdy, Jake, Starks is back
Niggas want work, nine brought back off a g-pack
Coke rocks flood the co-ops, live in gossip
Them big lip niggas singing to cops need to box it
Stop it, the projects over-flooded with slow leaks
The fiends geek, new faces get wrapped in sheets
I gotta get mine, like my old Earth, bless the cheese line
Sipping on fine wines, the power of the blacks refined
(Rainy days) Divine
Waiting on these royalties 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 dough flow like penmanship
Meatheads 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
It's raining (Past sunlight, more gunfight)

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
What brings rain, hail, snow, and earthquakes?
The beat breaks, 'cause all my niggas 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
Traveling to touch 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, son, and maintain
It's all real, starving individuals kill
I puff what's only right, leave the poison alone
Projects infested with rats, cats, and crack, holmes
Half of us'll try to make it, the other half'll try to take it
So many fake, half real freedom-build
Born to science my alliance analyzes
Wild surprises, keeping my eyes wide to this
The unfortunate, laying in mountains counting
With jewelry on, can it be the next team house the horn
Chill dun, just for real ones, light the lye up
I hate to have to tie the next guy up
Pay attention to 1010 WINS, Wu blends
Now I'm steering you to truth, buckle up
Now who's a legend?

[Chorus: Blue Raspberry & Raekwon]
It's raining, he's changing (Word up dun)
It's raining he's⁠—, my man is going insane (Peace to Philly, VA, these days, word up, y'all)
My man is going insane (Word up, the sun, moon and stars, fly cars, word up y'all)

[Outro: Blue Raspberry]
No sunlight, more gun fights
I've lost him to the street life
Street life (I've lost him to the street life)
No cash flow, no more dough
He's someone I don't even know
Someone I don't know
Rainy Days
Getting through those rainy days
Getting through those rainy days
Getting through those rainy days
Getting through those rainy days
I lost him to the street life
The street life, woah
**************************************************
Heaven & Hell[Intro: Raekwon, Ghostface Killah & Blue Raspberry]​​
This that gravedigger shit (No one can fuck with the Wu-Tang)
Yo (What? What?), yo
Exotic type shit
Ninety-four
We must go to war fast
With the pen and the pad
Goddamn
Shine like gold rims on Pathfinders
Wu-Tang reclines, lamps
For the nine-squares, kid
(Money, clothes, designer hoes, and shows, y'all)
Check it, yo, yo

[Verse 1: Raekwon & Ghostface Killah]
Waking up about ten, kid
Jumping in the shower, peace, about to make moves and slide like grease
What? I'm all about TECs and checks with 'nough respect
You front, I'm slamming you like the Lex
So now I'm out in the ninety-five
Rocking that "Real Niggas Don't Die"
Guess down, drawers Kani
But, yo, I'm making a pitstop
Go and buy a box of Glocks
It equaled up, pay up, what up, 'Ak?
Yo, remember that kid that we vicked?
He made a half of mil' for real
We brought about four bricks
Yo, so now we connect thoughts
Meet me at the airport
​​​Tell Golden Arms maintain the fort
Get in touch with that West Coast Cali crab you stabbed
And meet me at the bitch lab
So word up, kid, we slid like a fat four to twelve bid and shit
Couldn't even rest, I need the vic'
And when I slept, I dream G's, son, I need some
Keys won't sell, call up son
I heard Pook and Tyriq caught a beef over some real shit
A fake nigga faked and they killed his clique
Give me a minute and I'm winnin'
Yo, niggas done did it
Rock your vest, keep your whip tinted
So now we see him up in Bojangles strangling a forty ounce
With ten G's worth of gold bangles
Diamonds, what? All up in his face
With his man's mace
Medallions the size of dinner plates, yo
He knew we knew him so we blew him
Took thirty G's worth of jewels off that nigga, do him
So now I'm lamping in my man's land
Streets is hot like sand
G's is rolling in my right hand
Yup, you know the steezo black
Lot'll go down like that
Shallah, cigars and mob hats
Ninety-four, takin' niggas to war, yo, yo

[Interlude: Raekwon & Ghostface Killah]
What do you believe in, heaven or hell?
You don't believe in heaven 'cause we're living in hell
What do you believe in, boy, heaven or hell?
You don't believe in heaven 'cause we're living in hell
So it's your life
What a chamber
Fucking with the mad strangers
Yeah, you know how it runs, baby, straight up, yo
Money, clothes, designer hoes, and shows, y'all
That's how it goes, whatever
What do you believe in, heaven or hell?
You don't believe in heaven 'cause we're living in hell (31st chamber, y'all)
So it's your life

[Outro: Raekwon & Ghostface Killah]
Niggas ain't even know, son...
Sold their weight
No question
This shit is real, you know what I'm saying? (Word up)
Niggas think it's all about a hundred-dollar velour
A little hundred dollars and that make you a man
You ain't promised tomorrow, son, word up
Niggas don't understand how life can be so short
Come so fast
Within the blinkin' of eye
Blinkin' of eye, you're gone, baby, straight up
Know what I'm saying?
Get turned to dust
Return to the casket
And that ass is out, son, word up
Word up, get evaporated, straight up (Word up)
Lose all your strength, nigga
Crazy dedication shoutout in the memory of Two Cent Jason
Heartbroken
We soakin' wet, though
Keepin' it real for my peoples
Yeah, yo
And my physical brother DeVon
You're still in here, baby
Because you're in my arms, nigga, word up
I never let you go, baby
Know what I'm saying? You my life charm, word up
For real (Keep shinin')
For real, keepin' it real, you know
Shout out to major niggas
Big Kawai, Jess, Hell on the computer system
The RZA who slams fat discs for the ninety-four
Word up, RZA
That's my nigga, baby, yeah
Eatin' dinner with the big boys now, you know what I'm saying? (Word up)
Big Booth represent the Q
You know how we do
Now get that power-U type gangster on, you know?
The GZA, word up Masta Killa
The Abbot of the Clan
Method Man, Inspectah Deck
Dirty Bastard
U-God, word up, baby
Keep it real, son
Keep packin' them guns
Word up
**************************************************
Ice Water[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Tommy Hil' rockin' ice niggas
Tommy Hil' ice rockin' niggas who fuck—
Mira, aprende
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 niggas (Yeah, word up)
Who's down with drug smugglin' (Cappadonna, Golden Arms), yo, yo

[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
Check out the rap kingpin, the black Jesus
I know a few niggas sniff coke and caught seizures
Peace to half-moon Caesars and all the bitches in the bleachers
Hot weather, sex on the beaches
Jewelry shoppin' out of the country, deluxe luxury
People sayin' that my chains look truck on 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 and smack mechanic
Move like a bunch of Mexicans with bandanas
Son, it's on, so we can just max a million
I got the spot sewn so we can make a billion
The God's tropical, ladies call me black fruit punch
Rainbow flavor niggas murder niggas for lunch
Peace to the Paris Crew and the avenue, and my nigga Jay Love
Who carry switchblades on the reg, duke

[Verse 2: 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 Donna, dumb, deaf and blind
He ain't mine, he shook like the faggots in daytime
Crossed over grain while we was bubblin' moonshine
Sippin' on a Moët, laid up, Rae-Gambino
Mastermind the plan, Tony Starks, Cappachino
Developed while your head be swellin' up off of the Nation
Blinded by the ice while I release the confrontation
Donna holy fat bags of weed, ravioli pasta
Bodyguard the Killa Bee songs like Kevin Costner
Infrared all inside your bumbo, rasta
Cappadonna pimp the derby like the mobster

[Interlude: Big Un & Raekwon]
Yeah, yeah
Ayy, spaghetti lame brain-ass niggas
Quarters, nickels, and dimes, bitch, 'cept for overtime, nigga
Any ass money suit me fine
'Cause I'm coming strong, breaking niggas backs, keepin' shit real
If you haven't noticed, bitchy-ass, rusty-ass nigga
Let me tell you this one time
Tony Starks, Raekwon the chef
Cappachino and Golden Arms is coming through mad strong
From the isles of Shaolin
For all them faggot-ass, rusty, chickenhead bitches, too
Shup Shup baby? (Yo)

[Verse 3: Raekwon]
Back in the days, baggin' crack, scrapin' plates
Flippin' cakes who them heavy head niggas hatin' Jakes?
It be us, wall to wall soldiers, hangin' in halls gettin' over
City niggas shoot for blood money, rockin' Rovers
Stay dipped, don't have no money in your pocket in the streets
Why these people mob money in they Jeep?
Crack bums watch your back for jums
Cost me for a fake twenty dollar bill, get 'em son, we ain't the one
Politickin', plus vickin', sick of these Dominicans
Eatin' good, had to shoot my way up out of Bennigan's
That's life, to top it all off, beef with White
Pullin' bleach out, tryin' to throw it in my eyesight
Yo, fuck is on your mind?
**************************************************
Shark Niggas (Biters)[Skit: Raekwon & Ghostface Killah]
Niggas is fucking crazy, you know what I'm sayin'?
Hell yeah, man
Word, you know how niggas be bitin' and shit
Niggas be bitin' mad styles and shit from niggas, 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 before you even get a chance to shine on your own shit (Word, no—)
True (Know what I'm sayin'?)
Nah, niggas be killin' me though, son, because, you know
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 and shit on some bullshit (Yeah, yeah)
Not soundin' right, first of all and shit (Yeah), you know what I'm sayin'?
Boom, but then you got niggas, son, on the real, you know what I'm sayin'
Niggas, niggas, niggas, niggas is bitin' off your album cover and shit (Yeah)
Boom, bad enough they bitin' lines like niggas killed me (Yeah)
When they came with some Na—
Niggas bit off of Nas shit! You know what I'm sayin'?
Word, niggas, niggas, niggas, niggas caught his little album cover, boom
Then done did a Nas for that shit (Yeah)
I'm like, damn, what the fuck, man? (Yeah)
It's like these happy-go-lucky niggas, man, when they get on, man
They wanna pop a little, a little champagne (But like I said, you—)
You know what I'm sayin'?
Every few, every time you see 'em, you know what I'm saying?
Like, front on, don't front for me, man (Yo, man)
You gon' play that role, man, play it, though (It's like this, man)
Niggas, man
Niggas know not to fuck around with this shit, though
I don't give a fuck how nasty niggas get (Nah, son)
Let me tell these niggas somethin', God
I don't want niggas soundin' like me on no album
You know what I'm sayin'?
For real, 'cause I'ma— I'm approach a nigga, man
For real, man, I don't want nobody soundin' like me, man
For real son, you know (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—  And you gon'—  you gon' come out on your own way (Word up)
Whatever how you gon' take it, man, fuck it (Word up)
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Can It Be All So Simple (Remix)[Skit: Raekwon, Ghostface Killah & Dealer]
So I sold it for the kid, know what I'm sayin'?
Right here, white top, yo, yo, hold on
I'ma go talk to this cat
Yo, kid, what' up, Starks? What up? (Hold on, hold on)
Ayo, yo (What's up, kid?), what up? (What's up, baby?)
Ayo, yo, I just seen this kid over there— over there, right over there by your— by— by your— building and shit
I know he ain't down with your team
Who?
I dunno, some skinny-lookin', big-head nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?
He ain't makin' no fuckin' sales, though (It's funny—)
Yo, son, I just seen five fiends around a nigga, son
Fuck, we— we gotta— c'mon, fuck it, let's go over there
Lemme show you niggas, right, hold up— wait up, wait up
Three deep niggas, think niggas don't know what the fuck time it is
Come on, come on, right over there
There he go, right there
There he go, right there, kid
That cat? Word up
Ayo, kid (I'm right behind you)
What the fuck is you doin', man, huh? Huh?
The fuck you talking to?
I'm talking to you (Talkin' to you, what?)
You ain't talking to me
The fuck you talking about?
Open your hand, man, what the fuck is that in your hand, man? What?
Huh? What? The fuck— (Ayo, come here)
The fuck I say? (Oh, shit)
Come here! (Motherfuck—), oh, shit
This my shit, my shit (Get up!) Why? Why? Why?
Get up! Grab that nigga, grab him (Come here, come here)
*Gunshots*
Fuck! Move, son! Move! Move, move! Damn, damn
Oh shit, oh shit, oh, shit, yo, yo
Yo, man, yo, son, I'm hit
Man, son, I'm hit (Yo, son)
Come here, son, check— (Damn, son), yo, oh, yo, yo
You bleedin' son, bad, son
Ayo, grab this, grab this, take this, take this
Take this, take this, go on
I'm going over to the God's house, go ahead before the cops come (I'ma throw this shit away, man)
Go ahead, go ahead, son, just go ahead, man, fuck that, man, seventeen
Man, get the fuck outta here, man
Go ahead, man, I'm dying, go ahead, son, go ahead, go ahead
Hold that shit, son
Go ahead, man, go ahead
Niggas tried to assassinate me, man (Damn)
Yo (We gon' get that cat, man)

[Intro: Raekwon]
It's the remix, son
Can it be, act like you know
Check it

[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
Yo, check what happened out of state
I'm knocking off a half-a-cake, cash rule, flying at a fast rate
I smoked the black dust, kept my hands clutched, I'm falling in lust
Spoiled plus I played my hand like a royal flush
Baggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty women
I put it in 'em, shot up in 'em, deadly venom
I hung around the big time bosses
Illegal force to exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources
Spades tried to bag me, like Cagney and Lacey
Chef had that bitch Stacey slippin' in Macy's
I doze off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped
And got licked like Papsy in a mob flick, I got hit
Stumbling, holding my neck to the God's rest
Opened flesh, burgundy blood colored my Guess
Emergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery
Can it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?
I should've stayed in Job Corp, and now I'm a outlaw
Ray Catena, carry a four-four, nigga

[Chorus: Ghostface Killah & Raekwon]
Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to the Gods and Earths)
Dedicated to babies who came feet first
Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to up north and down state)
Dedicated to rich niggas who sell weight
Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to projects with black kids)
Dedicated to man who build pyramids

[Interlude: Raekwon]
Word up, what the f— yo
We taking you on another chamber
Word up, son, you know how we be on it
Yeah, it's real
Show these crabs how to rhyme, man
I think it's time to bless them, word up
Bulletproof
First chamber (Hit 'em, Chef), yo, yo

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
It started off on the Island, AKA Shaolin
Niggas wilding, old folks scream, "Stop the violence!" (The violence)
True, laying up, yo, watching these crack niggas
Play enough crap games for what? See
Back in days, crime pays in mad ways
Sporting Tommy Hil' with caves, three-sixty waves
And no searching for loose ends, now I flex 300 Benz
Mad Timbs with mad diamonds
Now that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggas act trife
I paid the price throughout my hood life
Remember, I got blasted, now that's in the past kid
God forbid I lay in the casket
But now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed mixed with coke
I wash my mouth out with soap
And got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and better
And phat leathers, so whatever, bring it on

[Chorus: Raekwon]
Can it be that it was all so simple then? (For real, murderous material stacked up)
Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Peace to mazes, for real)
Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Meditatin' off life)
Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Go)
Can it be that it was all— (Word up, y'all, crazy fly dedications to my people)
(Word up, peace to all my brothers)
—all so simple then? (That I ain't gon' see no more)
Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Peace to all the brothers on the Island, up north, word up)
Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Straight up, love you, boy)
Can it be that it was all so simple then? (It's on like that, word up)

[Outro: Raekwon]
Peace to man, woman and child
Word up (We got you covered, baby)
Projects (We're here for you)
Projects peoples, one love
Keep your head clear, we outta here
Move in silence
Bad boys creatin' the murderous stacks for your headpiece
Bald heads, braids (For real, though)
Blowouts (The Island)
Yo, fly chicks
It's the remix, y'all, for real, the real side
(The RZA, check it) Razor blade sharp
Peace to the Clan
No other producer can compare, boy
Word up
Bring it, battle, beats, all types of shit
For real, y'all
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Wisdom Body[Intro]
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 looking good, pretty and all that, you know, but no dough
When I get a bitch, I got a bitch (Right on)

[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
Word up
Got motherfuckin' brother wise
You know what I'm saying?
Teaching the uncivilized
Yeah, runnin' the streets, you 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 banging-est sounds that I invent
Fake niggas who tried to flex hard came and went
They couldn't match up with the fly nigga with his back against the wall
Heads clocked once I came in the door
I played the speaker, sippin' a 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' fishing
Your waistline bangin' like a bassline
Physical form is well complex, and, yo, I love your outline, boo
Your whole body is wild with your rugged profile
Enough to make a hard rock smile
You can't strike out, tell me what can really go wrong
You're rocking 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
Ayo, peep it, I know you love Victoria's Secret
And lovin' all the marvelous slang on how I freaked 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
This shit got me open like dust and, yo, your stee is Thai potent, yo
We can go the distance, I'll put you under wings
From this convo, we can spark and see whatever brings
I walked the hot Arabian desert barefooted
I grabbed your hair, you grabbed my joint and knew where to put it

[Outro: Ghostface Killah]
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 brothers catchin' repercussions
Yo, straight up
**************************************************
North Star (Jewels)[Intro: Popa Wu & Raekwon]
You know, God, I just been, you know what I'm sayin'?
Doing my regular thing, man
So I'ma get back up with you though, baby
Know what I'm sayin'? You know you my nigga, kid
I'ma always come through for you, baby (Yo, man)
Like I was sayin', this shit is real though, man (All the time)
This shit is so real, man, you already know (Word)
(Arm and Leg, Leg, Arm and Head)
Yo, man, that's you man (Bring her over here)
Yo, peace, Rae, peace, God
(We've got the powers to resurrect the dead)
What's up, baby? God damn, look at you, man
Damn, God, I love the shit out you, man
Man, I done watched you, man, since you was a little crumb-snatcher
A little weed-hopper lookin' to runnin' around here, man
Look at you, baby, you look good, you understand?
(We've got the powers to resurrect the dead)
I've watched you go through a lot of trials and tribulations, Rae
(G-O-D's my reality)
But you know something? Like I used to always tell you, baby
A good listener's a good learner
I see you listened very well, you understand?
(I'm elevating strong and I'm gonna go on to the highest degree)
Your time is comin', baby
And see, sometime, it could be like a, a rear view, you know what I'm sayin'?
And people don't know when their blessing comes
But I've watched you grow, baby, man, and you's a very intelligent man
Man, I watched you when I would just sit down
And you would just trick me out my money, shootin' dice, nigga, is you crazy? Hahahaha (Crazy, you crazy, man)
(G-O-D's my reality)
Yo, man, you remember that shit, man?
When we would 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 the— oh, here come Old Man Freed
"Yeah, I'ma get him, ya little slick ass" (Hahahaha)
Talk to me, baby, you know what I'm sayin'? (Hahaha)
I remember all them things
But I'm watchin' you growin' (Yeah)
But remember one thing, Rae, like I used to tell you
The child you was was making you the man you is today
And if you don't know where you came from, baby
You damn sure know— you don't know where you're goin'
Can you see what I'm saying?
(We've got the powers to resurrect the dead, oh)
Know which way you traveling
You understand? And follow that destiny and follow the light
And it'll set you free
(G-O-D's my reality)
'Cause I've watched you, baby, you my main man (Yeah)
(I'm elevating strong and we're gonna go on to the highest degree)

[Verse: Raekwon]
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, niggas 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 Roxy's all night
This nigga bust a shot, licked 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 he had a two-to-four
He would've did it for me, fuck it, let's mosie
Scheming dough with the P.L.O. wrapped on tight
Sayin' in my mic, "Yo, we gotta go"
My first impression was to ask 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 niggas sellin' two for fives"
But he's a goner and I got my corner, what?
I'm feeding my babies, cash rules from morn' to dawning

[Outro: Popa Wu & Raekwon]
Yeah, Rae, baby, check it out
(Arm and Leg, Leg, Arm and Head)
Feedin' my babies, cash rules from morn' to dawning
Only God is the son of man
(We've got the powers to resurrect the dead, oh)
I'ma say this to you one time, and be certain that fake God does not exist
(G-O-D's my reality)
(I'm elevating strong, we're gonna go on to the highest degree)
This is why the universe, by the self-balancing scale of divine knowledge
And it was measured by the portion of solid knowledge
No man can judge for another
(Arm and Leg, Leg, Arm and Head)
But each man must weigh all facts and circumstances
(We've got the powers to resurrect the dead)
And find truth in his own judgment of righteousness
See, the way to evil, balance equality in no man
(Arm and Leg, Leg, Arm and Head)
(We've got the powers to resurrect the dead)
For no man is good and bad at the same time
Either he's good or he's bad
**************************************************
Striving For Perfection[Intro]
Okay (This is it), on three

[Skit: Ghostface Killah & Raekwon]
Yeah, word up, I'm tired of doing this shit (Aight, word)
Let's get it, fuck it (Aight, I'ma set it)
Let's get 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 for a brick shit, man (No doubt)
My man got it out of state for fifteen (Yeah)
You know what I'm saying? And, yo—
You know my man's and them is in VA, they politicking to death, so (Right, right)
It's all good, what's up? What you wanna do? (God, God)
We gotta move, God, we gotta move, God, we gotta migrate
Get the fir— Get the fuck outta New York, you know what I'm sayin'?
Bounce, man, start fucking with bigger and better shit, man
So you telling me no more big eights, strictly bricks
No more, no more, no more, man (Man, I'm with you, I've been waiting, man)
No more, God (What's up!)
It's the pot of gold right here, man, this is it
Man, this is glory (So, yo—), you know what I'm sayin'?
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 tryna just be (Right), sitting on, motherfuckin', 200 thou'
And acting like I'ma just be a— a drug dealer all my life, son (Nah, nah)
I got bigger and better plans, son (No doubt, and we gon' move on, man)
And you know I don't be fuckin' with anybody, man
Son, long as the love and the trust is there, son, we gon' grow, God (Yo, yo, Tony)
We gon' 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 hanging this shit up man if this shit don't work right here, God (Word up)
You know what I'm sayin'? (I feel the same way, I feel the same way kid) Yo, God, you know what I'm sayin'?
When I got shot at, man, my mom's windows got shot the fuck up, man (Yeah)
Yo, God, my baby's in here, God, see, I gotta take the time, man
And raise my family, man (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You know what I'm sayin'? Sit around, man, my grandkids, man
But yo, son, it's like this, man
We all livin', man, we here now, man (Word, man), you know what I'm sayin'?
Let's not think like we gon' be stagnating, man
Let's keep moving 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
**************************************************
Rich and Black[Intro: Louis Farrakhan]
And regardless to how much power you have
When God sends prophets and messengers
They don't care nothing about your power
Because they come from the power

[Verse 1: Nas]
Rare nigga, I'm a wonder
Your best success is my worst blunder
Feds tap the number
Jewelry Jacqueline Onassis could appreciate
Weed to alleviate the pain
Eddie King, Richard Pryor pinky ring
Watch your conduct, nigga
Throw parties for my niggas that’s livin', you guessed it
Models, y'all keep 'em if they anorexic
Love 'em but can’t trust 'em, hate 'em but won’t bust 'em
Cakin' in savings, spendin', wastin', it's like a custom
Tats are hieroglyphics, lipstick on the collar
I got more to lose than you do, but I’m a rider
When did the rules change?
Y’all livin' trendy on pennies
Meetin' deadlines with ease, no game
You fire, I'm butane
Gator Timbs, ostrich belts
These be the times that I surprise myself
My niggas lookin' like black crows at packed shows
The Don voice stay pristine like I'm still seventeen

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
I'm rich, Black, African, rockin' the golden Mack
Shearling leather, Gucci leg it's on my back
Willie Bosket hoodlum in the trench
Rinse these niggas, '86 Cazals dicin' near the fence
Mike Tyson disciple, trifle with my pen, it's a rifle
Sixteen ways to shoot you through your Chrysler, duke
Exhalin' with niggas, the jails argue
Bring the best niggas to the table
I'll sic all my whales on you
Custom wooden speakers, rock Elysses, rump on polices
Dump on creatures, holidays and preachers
Stainless steel watches, ostrich turtlenecks
Here's the deal: If we can't come in, they can't have the field
Bones in Cisco', murder instrumentals
Cayenne Porsche rap, how many horses live official?
I run wit' generals who flash Uzis in interviews
My shit is deep, we fly, swimmin', dude

[Verse 3: Nas]
Verse two gotta be all murder just like the first verse
Timbs yellow like the hair on a Malibu surfer
Yellow like my Harry Winston glistenin' arm, B
Yellow like New York City piss-stained concrete

[Verse 4: Raekwon]
That’s right, yo, who voted toastin' in the wind
Las Vegas Otis, what you know?
Leave it right here, we ghost in the Lotus
Put a package on your head, be promoted, keys in effect
Payin' these dumb fuckin' D’s off with donuts

[Sample: Louis Farrakhan]
I hate to see you, acting like a slave
To get an advance here, an advance there
Because somebody else controls your destiny

[Verse 4 continued: Raekwon]
Aiyo, I’m rich, Black, umbrella calico captain
Wes Craven with a blade and a black
I’m hood ornaments, junkies win awards in my tournaments
My shit is listed like informants pics
You know we order hits
Planes flyin', niggas is sure to get ya
Whether in Costa Rica, Lisa, she sure to twist ya
Eatin' Chow Lo Mein with chopsticks
Glocks with aim, watermelon chips, pop some ‘pagne
For all the riches, niggas forcin' out they feelings, kid
Whether in hallways or the boats, now feel us, kid
Out in Alaska, in the Astons, remember my passion
Hungry wolf who never eat in his castle
Bolivian connects restless, yeah
Chef ambidextrous, quick to back you in like the Lexus shit
Hunted by the FBI, we gracious, more demonstrations
Shit is tough, milk the Carnation
**************************************************
House of Flying Daggers[Intro: Sample]
"Hahahaha. Nobody is going to save you now!

[Hook: Raekwon & GZA]
Soldiers in the front, let the heat pump
Troops on the left, fight to the death
Fam on the right, infrared lights
Wolves in the back, ready to attack, for what!
Soldiers in the front, let the heat pump

[Verse 1: Inspectah Deck]
I pop off like a mobster boss
Angel hair with the lobster sauce
Summertime, can't top the scorch
Check my hot broad, I dropped the Porsche
FBI wanna watch the force, tryna lock my source
Where I'm from—hear the macs, Tecs, Glocks and fours
Hide the safe, nigga, lock the doors
No respect for the cops and laws
In the land where your own blood brother still plot for yours
Seen things that'll drop your jaw
My soldiers got dropped in war
See the mural on the project wall?
Won't stop til I cop them all
Wanna block me? You gots to brawl, trade shots and all
'Cause I ain't on the clock for talk
The spot rusher, blow down the spot for sure
Still break off the block with raw, my stock is more
The General: watch your board

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
Deep pockets with the eight on me, sleep with the safe in the wall
The camo's on with the makeup and all
Swap six 45s, twist reefer in the flicks
Pop your whoadie, ride
Bolt his gun off, from know your whore, she lied
Fly criteria, bury me in Africa
With whips and spears and rough diamonds out of Syria
True don, only I could do wrong
Rock fitted hats, get crack money and drive a sick blue joint
Retard-less, I'ma blow regardless
Résumé is straight up live, I shank niggas up for larger Es
And speak with the youth in the spot
Eat the fresh fruit in the crop; all these hip-hoppers eat cock
You could see me in the street or the yacht
I'd rather be promoting your block
Or buying fresh sneakers with guaps
Yo, I'm an ill dude, always been a real dude
Don't fuck around, I will spill on you and kill you in the field, boo

[Hook: Raekwon & GZA]
Soldiers in the front, let the heat pump
Troops on the left, fight to the death
Fam on the right, infrared lights
Wolves in the back, ready to attack, for what
Soldiers in the front, let the heat pump
Troops on the left, fight to the death
Fam on the right, infrared lights
Wolves in the back, ready to attack, for what

[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]
Leather jackets on, rocked-up rockstars
Treacherous bank robbers, the plan go dub, we pop guards
The team gotta eat, seeds is hungry
That's why we ain't scared to dump on niggas, our guns is chunky
Usually we bust niggas down with bats, swell up they joints
Elbow, wrists, they shins get cracked
We still humiliate, brutalize, Ruger pop, pulverize
Still got gear in the closet that's stupid live
From Benetton rugby skullies
Oshkosh conductor jumpers, the train hats fit me lovely
Rae job is to make sure the coke is fluffy
While I politick his birthday bash with Puffy
Bag me as soon as I linked up, the kid ain't inked up
I'm an old mummy, my gold weigh as much as King Tut
Slippers, robes is minked up (Yeah, ugh)
Under the do-rag, bro, my three-dimensional fade is clean-cut (Yo, yo)

[Verse 4: Method Man]
Man, y'all niggas ain't shit to us, still a pistol bust
Split your melon like I split the Dutch (Yeah)
Got a lot of piff to puff, and I ain't come for fisticuffs (Pffff)
Or for the cop that wanna clip the cuffs
Man, is Staten in this bitch or what? Don't get it twisted, we...
Twist it up and even mix with dust
See, these fans can't resist the rush, they Wu-Tang for life
Scarred for life, they can't forget the cuts
Got a whole line of classic joints and while you at it, pass the joint
Let's push this music past the point...
Of no return, til it crash and burn, down the ashes
Then placed inside Ol' Dirty Bastard's urn
When it's my time to go, for sure, your nigga goes to war
What you think I brought these soldiers for?
To send shots like forget-me-nots at any nigga
Respect, bitch, that figure they gon' get me got

[Outro: Sample]
"Haha, your basic kung fu's no good
You can't move fast enough!
And you don't have enough strength!
And your body movements are like a street fighter!
It's too easy for me to trip you up!"
"Hahaha, how's it feel, eh?"
"Ah, it's broken! I feel my back's broken!"
"Haha, you've still got a lot to learn!"
**************************************************
Spot Rusherz[Skit: Raekwon & Ghostface Killah]
*St. Ides Commercial*
And all that good shit (Yeah)
Know what I'm sayin', you comin'—
You comin' lookin' flavorful, you know what I mean? (Word)
You the— You the whole— You the whole shit of the whole night (Word)
But I seen it, though, know what I'm sayin'? (You seen it, right?)
Like a Zenith, you know? (Yeah, yeah)
My G's too futuristic for that shit, you know what I'm sayin'?  (Yeah, yeah) Word
Yeah, she tried to get a little swerve kid on you?
Tried to, man, know what I'm sayin'? But she didn't— she couldn't pull it off, man (Yeah)
God (Right)
She couldn't pull it off because the drawers, you know? (Word)
Fuck that mess, though, you know what I'm sayin'?
But, yo, though, on the real
Yo, yo, tonight feel like a nigga get burnt, right? (Yeah, yeah)
Feel like you hearin' something tomorrow, right?
Something like "Yo, Flozzy Flozz" (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 (Word, it's like this—)
Yo, the sun don't shine, though, but, you know what I'm sayin'? (Word)

[Intro: Raekwon]
Yeah, one-two, one-two, nigga
Line for line, line for line, how we get down wit' the 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

[Verse: Raekwon]
Can you feel me?
Storytellin' rap Magellan, I ain't tellin'
Them niggas 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
Cats surrounded this political brown kid
All out the wind, yo, my man walked in
Pullin' mints out, son had mad clientele
Ordered me Cristal twice, Kion, chill
Watch them niggas, ayo, that clique's from outta state
They bubble weight in Far Rockaway with Blake Carrington
You know the kid with the most dough getters
Anteras 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 duke
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, skied all outta my face
We gon' get dat crunchy chump for all of his lump
Don't try to front, you was sweatin' this Hilfiger, nigga
Guess who walked in havin' it? His man from Farragut
Confront him with 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'd be here in fifteen!
He's not lyin', wait for the Millenia green to pull up
He got the Donna Karan shit on, two rings
Six carats a piece plus the chain swings
Like anchors on ships flooded with 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, turned the lights out
Dipped behind the couch, Kion, gag his mouth
Infrared at his head when he entered
Butter soft Perry Ellis leather with Dorinda
A friend of Kion's wife, Kenya, the bitch larger than life
Yo, shorty be fuckin' mad Colombian niggas
Fuck it, get on the floor, meet the black Lex Luthor
Strip fast, the bitch had on Claiborne drawers
"Yo, Rae, I'm 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
**************************************************
New Wu[Intro: Raekwon]
"What up, son?. Maintaining, maintaining, you know?
You good, Rah? Everything proper, still, Rah? Come on, man. What's the matter with you, man?"
"Ain't nothing. I just want us to be on"

[Hook: Method Man]
Tell a friend, it's that symbol again, that W
Coming through, bust a shot on your block, give me a "Soo!"
Get it right—all my chicks, hold your tits, let's get it in
All my niggas, take a toke off this weed, let it begin
(Here we go!) Yo, y'all already know what it do (Ha, ha)
Brand-new, nigga, back from the slums, it be the Wu
Now throw your Ws up!
Back from the slums, it be the Wu

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Love to dress latch, get rocked
Hundred bags, black do-rags, ski masks is on, G-Wags
Don't try to take pictures, 'lax, still in the grass
You'll learn respect, bust when I ask
Rhyme-master Busy Wizzy on the subject, love Deck
Thug battles, drug vets, snub sets
Iller than most, nighttime totes, gorillas in boats
Three votes, villas is killer, gangsta feel notes
Hibernation, yo, switch up, liver nation, fly information
Vivid vacation, deliberation moments
Move like 91 Romans, cloning everything
Gents only, the rent's on the stove, I'm in Rome
Maxed out, annex style, my team brand bandits
Make a move and get blown off the planet, baby
Hold that cannon, just understand
We got the whole shit padlocked down, my niggas won't have it

[Hook: Method Man & Ghostface Killah]
Tell a friend, it's that symbol again, that W
Coming through, bust a shot on your block, give me a "Soo!"
Get it right—all my chicks, hold your tits, let's get it in
All my niggas, take a toke off this weed, let it begin
(Here we go!) Yo, y'all already know what it do (Ha, ha)
Brand new, nigga, back from the slums, it be the Wu
Now throw your Ws up!
Back from the slums, it be the Wu (Yeah, yo)

[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]
Ayo, jumping out of Benz wagons, my family live in the Hill
They call us Bin Ladens, laughing, turban'd up
Faggot niggas get murdered up
These streets is like radio beef, so watch how the kid turn it up
Bulletproof tuxes, knuckle games is clobbering busters
Eighteen niggas is bringing the ruckus
Flamethrowers on our backs and shoulders
The rusty joints still work
The trey-eight'll blow one of your dojos
When there's mad heat, I'm mad calm
Walk around, gold collect, 36 O before G bomb
My inner strength flowing, I mastered Qi-Gong
Y'all Planet of the Apes, standing next to King Kong
Forensic file, ultraviolet hype, sky blue Bals
Laying niggas like ceramic tile
I'm like Urlacher, beasting at the top of the pile
Kneeing niggas in the nuts, nigga, damn, I'm foul!

[Hook: Method Man]
Tell a friend, it's that symbol again, that W
Coming through, bust a shot on your block, give me a "Soo!"
Get it right—all my chicks, hold your tits, let's get it in
All my niggas, take a toke off this weed, let it begin
(Here we go!) Yo, y'all already know what it do (Ha, ha)
Brand new, nigga, back from the slums, it be the Wu
Now throw your Ws up!
Back from the slums, it be the Wu (Yo, yo, yo)

[Verse 3: Method Man]
We blow money, got game, hungry, we pop things
Look for me, grams in my pocket Chef cooked for me
Blue Magic bundles, I'm dope
But on the humble, I'm a good dude
"Don't shortchange me", see, that's a hood rule
Beer-drinking, Cuban Linking, new way of thinking
Got me thinking, "Meth, break the handcuffs, run out the precinct"
This is hardbody, hard knocks, if you pushing that hard rock
Then, let these niggas go off top
We rock fitteds, drop kid-id, I lived it, it's not, quit it
I pinch it, my pops sniffed it, need business, I'm not finished
I'm *tsss* too hot with it, you bitching, the plot thicken
I'm shitting the Glock, spitting, if niggas don't stop snitching
This what the block missing
The two-seater with the top missing
And two divas with they tops missing
Now, that's living to me, I'm what these kids is killing to be
But I don't want my children to be

[Hook: Method Man]
Tell a friend, it's that symbol again, that W
Coming through, bust a shot on your block, give me a "Soo!"
Get it right—all my chicks, hold your tits, let's get it in
All my niggas, take a toke off this weed, let it begin
(Here we go!) Yo, y'all already know what it do (Ha, ha)
Brand new, nigga, back from the slums, it be the Wu
Now throw your Ws up!
Back from the slums, it be the Wu
**************************************************
I Got Money[Produced by S1]

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Straight max, burgundy Lex, swing a few bats
I'm Gretzky, hockey mask on in the 'jects, yo
I'm eating like Hortons, Gorton's fisherman hat
A wristband flooded, Jew-jeweler selection
It's obvious I blow shit up
Keep gun smoking, yo, jump in a boat doin'  a buck
Hundred sons bagging XK Jags
Brawler face, meatloaf your man up in the back of the wagon
Drugs equal money, money equals sunny days
Timbs, cut off shorts and gorgeous with a ton of haze
Bank book crook, yo, I'm looking
Brooklyn style, go 'head and juggle here, goonie's gon' book you
It's like a tunnel when it's hard to get in
You the target, the hardest niggas know when to win
We in the corners, all eaters, bottles of Seagrams
OG shit, now my niggas will peace you, what

[Hook]
I got the money that the banks can't hold
I got money, na na na na na
I got money, na na na na na
I got money, na na na na na
I got the money that the banks can't hold
I got money, na na na na na
I got money, na na na na na
I got money, na na na na na

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
This ain't a bitch ass boom-bap
It's click-clack, move back
On 40th and Lennox where them killers and goons at
The Boogie Down Bronx is where my family moved at
I made it out the slums and I'll be damned if we move back
Where killers knew rap, and niggas get jewels snatched
My niggas on the runway with bandanas and doo-rags
Jiggy since the perm, Raf Simmons with 2 straps
I kick it with my niggas in the building and move packs
The money I be making kinda sacred, don't say it
Just make sure you save it, thank God that you made it
Taxes, pay it -  the bullshit, save it
The blueprint, I laid it - the radio, they play it
So relay it, replay it then rate it but truth debate it
Relate it, best way to [?] it, but you too afraid to say it
They hatin', they claim we affiliate with Satan
But it's cool like ice, keep it skatin', amen

[Hook]
I got the money that the banks can't hold
I got money, na na na na na
I got money, na na na na na
I got money, na na na na na
I got the money that the banks can't hold
I got money, na na na na na
I got money, na na na na na
I got money, na na na na na

[Interlude: Raekwon]
This how it's going down
You already know what we do man
Shit is classy, shit is real reluctant, real fly
The pursuit of perfection nigga
Chef, A$AP. Shout out the Mob nigga, ha ha
Yeah, Ice H20
The golden city, yeah nigga, ha ha
Yeah, do that shit, do that shit
Do that shit, do that shit, do it
Do that shit, do it
Do that shit

[Hook]
I got the money that the banks can't hold
I got money, na na na na na
I got money, na na na na na
I got money, na na na na na
**************************************************
Gihad[Intro: Raekwon]
Yeah
One-two
(You got that?)
Yeah, let's go
Silent King
Yeah
The big park shit
You know how it go
In them alleys
(I'ma holler at you, though)

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Since rap got locked right before we visit the '90s
Chef in the kitchen, cooking up with the crimeys
It's late fall, dime season
We bought the crib next to Bill Clinton mother
'Cause she fuck with the Chinese
They hitting niggas with hero'n
It's fourteen of us with Beemers
We won't stop pitching the Chevron
It's packed, kid, Black kids don't know how to act
They flashing Macs, Gillettes, a couple of stacks, yo
The systems is -upid
Yup, shorty with the pumps on
And dunks get provided and scooped, kid
And bloodhounds is hating, they knowing how the kid get down
Silent shottys with grenades, I'm waiting
And everybody love vintage
You see like four, five niggas with half-moons and wave intentions
"What's really good?"
"The 'dro hit 'em, killed 'em in the hotel
Heard he had some old chick with him"

[Hook: Raekwon & Ghostface Killah]
That's how we make it happen, that's how we break it down
Hood all day, nigga, watch how we take the town
That's why we do the do, just know who is who
Acknowledge me all day (Yo!), and understand Wu is Wu

[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]
But on the other side of town it's Tony, laid up (Ugh)
This white chick want to gargle my nuts
I put the Bailey's down, tap the blunt out
Grabbed her by her hair, watch blondie-love whip my dick out
Spit dripping down my balls, she slobbing me
"That's right! Suck that dick! Get it hard for me"
Pyrex in one hand, large amount of grams in it rocked up
And she pregnant, my little man got her knocked up
He popped up ("Oh, shit!") I'm like a crooked cop
Richard Gere, big smirk on, getting my cock sucked
He pulled the joint out, a bullet spun out, but it was too late
Already nutted on the side of her mouth
Side of her face, and hair like Something About Mary
I can't front, my son gun look scary ("Whoa...")
"Chill! She's a whore!
You knew it from the time we ran trains on her
And you still went and fucked her raw?
Come on, son, give me the gun ("Gimme that!")
You gonna kill me over this bum-ass bitch you can't resist?
Remember Vel had her in the telly, taking the fist?
Watch how you aiming that shit, you should be aiming at Trish
She take a bone like a ribeye steak at Ruth's Chris
Yo, be easy on the trigger, son, you squeezing the fifth
I only did it just to show you—She's the easiest bitch"
He came close, had to duff him—"Nigga, give me that shit"

[Hook: Raekwon]
That's how we make it happen, that's how we break it down
Hood all day, nigga, watch how we take the town
That's why we do the do, just know who is who
Acknowledge me all day, and understand Wu is Wu

[Outro: Ghostface Killah]
"Fuck your gun, motherfucker. I di—Pull a fucking gun on me again, I'll blow your little balls off. Go to the store and get me a fucking 40 'fore I smack the shit out you, man. Word up. While you're at it, go to the freezer. Get a steak, man, for your eye, nigga. Word up. Put some bologna on your face or something, nigga Make sure my 40 cold, too, when you bring it back. And when you get back, bag this shit up, nigga. Word up. I don't give a fuck if you 25, nigga. You my son, nigga. Word up. That's why I let you slide, nigga. Word. Get you a 40, too, and a pacifier, nigga. And a bib and a diaper."
**************************************************
Fast and Furious[Intro]
Pass the fuckin' weed, nigga
Man my fuckin' phone is goin' crazy right now, man
Once this nigga hit me up and bring me this blunt
Shit, man
Ahh this bitch
Ayo, ayo

[Verse 1: Hue Hef]
It's like six in the morning
Me and Miller just finished our pack
Couple fiends on the avenue, they lookin' for crack
Grab the Nextel like yo L, police on the jack
I'm in that wide-body six and I'm sippin' on yak
Blunt of the apple haze got me chilling on lean, back high
Mean like, drive by pumpin' that lean back
Peace out, ridin' the whip
Look at how I'm ridin' my six
Four fifth tucked right on his hip
Some dumb drunk, this nigga has stick
Was parked right on the block
Watchin' us but I ain't peep him and shit
Anyway, back to the story, you steamin' and shit
Pass the piff, we got fiends waitin', fiendin' and shit
Connect got me waitin', fuck, so I'm heated and shit
On the phone cursin' at shorty, "I'm leavin' you, bitch"
Too much goin' on at one time, I'm dumb high
Seen a group of [?] tryna run by
This man in a whip, threw the clip and my gun dry
Please cock back, but he spin around one time
[?] his man comin' by
We're like two more trucks and they creep from behind
Threw it in drive, now Hue ride sick when he high
Pull up [?] they want us to die
Loose cannons do damage, well I'm dumpin' this 9
Whole clique in the back and we ready to ride

[Chorus: Hue Hef]
I said I'm fast and I'm furious, headed on the I-95
Ready to ride when I'm blastin', I'm killin' shit
Fast and I'm furious, y'all want it with me?
Take a shot, here's a hundred and three
Shit I'm fast and I'm furious, headed on the I-95
Ready to ride when I'm blastin', I'm killin' shit
Fast and I'm furious, y'all want it with me?
Take a shot, here's a hundred and three

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
Hey, yo
Got the call from the connect from down bottom
They said they got the squares
And they all for a good price and they solid
Reply 10-4, hung up the horn, got dressed
Waves, rest the best, yes, threw the Franck Muller on
Sophisticated, nothin' flashy, solid king, move like a boss
But the calm flowin' into somethin' nasty
Puffin' on the finest cheeba, green as a rainforest
Doin' a buck on I-95, screamin', "I live for this,"
They just seen us comin', blew a flat
Pulled over to the shoulder
Pop the trunk to see if it's a spare in the back
A van pulled up, with Florida tags
Three men jumped out with guns drawn and they all wore masks
Snatched me up and handcuffed me
Hit me with the butt of the gun
I'm thinkin' to myself, "The war just begun"
Thirty minutes in the ride, the mask came off
The chickens dropped, the two in the back had Russian accents
Askin' who my connect is, where he rest shit
You better off squeezin' that tool bitch
He said, "Nah, you're worth more to us alive than dead."
He's flashed his badge and started laughin'
"Cocksucker, we the feds"

[Chorus: Hue Hef]
I said I'm fast and I'm furious, headed on the I-95
Ready to ride when I'm blastin', I'm killin' shit
Fast and I'm furious, y'all want it with me?
Take a shot, here's a hundred and three
Shit I'm fast and I'm furious, headed on the I-95
Ready to ride when I'm blastin', I'm killin' shit
Fast and I'm furious, y'all want it with me?
Take a shot, here's a hundred and three
**************************************************
10 Bricks[Intro: Raekwon]
Yo, yo, Iron Chef, gracias
I need some of that, slide through the back
I need ya'll to come back to the, I heard juice
Back of the store over here, just be easy and tell ya man to be cool
We got some culinary cats right here, we need you we'll kill him if he fault

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Aiyo, rappers steppin' to me, they want a brick son
But I'm the Chef, my price is twenty-six son
Move up, about thirty-two of those and open locker dough
Soldier got locked up, blow killed the doctor
Flamboyant police is X fives, watchin' my lofts
So many leeches I just left it and walked
My flow wicked, Miami money, movin' and ridicule
Geico on the arm froze, rose gold with me
Take baths with white women, lingerie see-through
Takin' trips to Iran, my Spanish nigga peoples
Sellin' drugs to Flatbush, call my nigga Cecil
Snub with the black gloves, on half-moon Greek do
Killed him in the Bahamas, his wife ran white van pulled up
They caught him out in Brooklyn with a white man
Slutted out, rosed out, sister was gone, she geekin'
She threw the rifle in her mouth and said good evenin'
Yup, Paul Wall grill line, be getting money, crime thief
I know her from Africa, pretty smile, nine teeth
Gold joints, frames only, Louis Vuitton, pony
Leather with the matching sweater on, you owe me

[Hook: Raekwon]
Knock the ash off the blunt, confront niggas who cunt
Swing an ax, tax niggas rhyme different from cats
Specialize in mic rippers, splashes
We the last skippers, big rocks and the block will stick

[Verse 2: Cappadonna]
Beefsteak Charlie niggas eat and they get fat
Chase heads up and down the block and kill rats
Skilled with the gats, even feds don't know where the shells at
The shell trapped up in nice crib with four packs
Four macs, caught a nice sale for four stacks
Yeah, me and my nigga Arafat
Gotta escape but we'll be right back, real soon
Chef cook it up, we got a date with real goons
Telling you Ghost, my connect crazy with the wet
Might know him used to talk to his sister named Yvette
I speed it up, me and the Linx, was getting weeded up
I beat it up, yeah I hit that, but I ain't seed it up
Meanwhile, back on the block, we seen two trucks
Then the windows rolled down, we see these two fucks
Soon as they jumped out, see these tools bust

[Hook: Raekwon]
Knock the ash off the blunt, confront niggas who cunt
Swing an ax, tax niggas rhyme different from cats
Specialize in mic rippers, splashes
We the last skippers, big rocks and the block will stick

[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]
Yeah, yo, I lit a boogah up, rocks is gone, so we baggin' up all shape
Binoculars, scanners, we all listen to jake
Ran out of baggies, my mouth is dry
Got them dirty joints that scatter, don't act surprised
Nah, nigga the currency rushes like popping a wheelie
Holding a pipe with one hand, the other countin' the billies
You know how it be with the peppermint Clarks, throwing darts at a hoodrat
Getting slow neck up in The Bronx
That's all me, thirty four shines, forty four lines
I just chill like Aaron Hall, writin' raw rhymes
Like, threw Kool-Aid rubies in a lemonade bezzle
When I was twelve in the church, I started packin' that metal
A deuce-deuce, my supplier was Loose Bruce
Ever since I had the drop, my instinct was to shoot-shoot
This ain't For the Love of Ray J, it's for the love of the AK
Cuz you can get scratched like AJ
Cuban Link Dynasty has emerged, this rap shit stop
I have a team of niggas moving my furs

[Hook: Raekwon]
Knock the ash off the blunt, confront niggas who cunt
Swing an ax, tax niggas rhyme different from cats
Specialize in mic rippers, splashes
We the last skippers, big rocks and the block will stick
**************************************************
My Corner[Intro: Raekwon]
Yeah
Let's get real vulgar and loud in here, uh huh

[Chorus: Raekwon]
Come on, peace to my corner
Where niggas'll leave ya head and switch names on ya
And we ain't holdin' blame for ya
Them niggas'll kill, for real
Come on, peace to my corner
Where niggas'll leave ya head and switch names on ya
And we ain't holdin' blame for ya
Them niggas'll kill, for real

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Picture me stompin' you out, up on a flyin' train
Ripped Nikes on, hollow through your hollow brain
I suffocate cats, I rape tracks, all of this is late facts
I wished from the stove, it came, yes
Porsche racin' with Scottish pitts
Best fly rum in the world
I got your girl eatin' exotic dick
Anthrax pussy, the minks, whiskey king
Wrote my name on her face, yeah, yeah, kush me
Elevation keep the arm clustery, thousands of guns
We got money too, and we know how to fight someone
But niggas get burned and sodomized
Chopped into a capsule, amass cool, I'm that live
Yeah, shower that nigga down, he pussy
Tryna hang with wolves, yo, you still plain pussy
Don't ever move, we'll detonate
Fuck up your whole plantation in one night to separate

[Chorus: Raekwon]
Come on, peace to my corner
Where niggas'll leave ya head and switch names on ya
And we ain't holdin' blame for ya
Them niggas'll kill, forreal
Come on, peace to my corner
Where niggas'll leave ya head and switch names on ya
And we ain't holdin' blame for ya
Them niggas'll kill, forreal

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
One for the money, nothin' after that shit
I'm gettin' foreign money, money talks with an accent
Life is a maze, I done ran out of Pac-Men
Really need a crown on my head like a catholic
Never been a bitch and I don't plan on startin'
Blood gang, beat a beat like Pam on Martin
And you wonder why my right hand man stand-offish
'Cause he got that blam blam on point like swordfish
I'm walkin' 'round the mansion on a cordless
Arguin' with a bitch 'bout how I cannot be her boyfriend
And then I told her, "Hold on, let me click over"
It was my homie T, 'bout to bring them bricks over
We 'bout to break 'em down like when hammers hit boulders
If one of us goes down then we keep our lips frozen
Who that nigga with, Blood? Make that nigga spit blood
Bullet ain't got no name but the nigga that it hit does
Come through in my bitch's car, shoot you with my bitch's gun
She asked where I've been, I just had to make a quick run
I'm an NWA, nigga with an AK
That'll put an end to the melee
Smokin' on pounds 'til them shits just deadweight
Ben Franklin straitjacket, my money gon' stay straight
Lil Tunechi

[Chorus: Raekwon]
Come on, peace to my corner
Where niggas'll leave ya head and switch names on ya
And we ain't holdin' blame for ya
Them niggas'll kill, forreal
Come on, peace to my corner
Where niggas'll leave ya head and switch names on ya
And we ain't holdin' blame for ya
Them niggas'll kill, forreal

[Verse 3: Raekwon]
I seen it all, done it all and still doin' it
Who gave you crime action stories, live from the bricks?
Now it's more diamonds, more bread, more bitches, more head
More land to cover and haters get more lead
Monster rap, decorated, general stripes, I'm top rank
Raise your arm up, salute the globe's most realest still
M16 rounds from 16s
Blood money over here, cash rules daily
Flip train, lay it down flat, call it a G language
Keep flamin', sophisticated killers that's rich and famous
For actin' like your bakery bakes stacks
Get your cake snatched, and your pride too
Money can't replace that
Run but you can't hide
The games that you play'll get you viewed by a coroner, coward
This is my corner

[Chorus: Raekwon]
Come on, peace to my corner
Where niggas'll leave ya head and switch names on ya
And we ain't holdin' blame for ya
Them niggas'll kill, forreal
Come on, peace to my corner
Where niggas'll leave ya head and switch names on ya
And we ain't holdin' blame for ya
Them niggas'll kill, forreal
**************************************************
Ason Jones[Intro: Raekwon]
Word, I miss you, I miss the God
Word... a powerful brother, man, he was live

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
He was a powerful general
The smell from his breath was Ballantine
I think it was the year '89
He stayed the freshest, Polo boots
Wallys with them colorful 'Lo gooses
Coming from Medina, we boost
We up in A&S, slipping and dipping to Bedstuy
Native, he used to beatbox, thousands would listen
Yo, that's before, the Wu got on
Him and Allah Just' and RZA came to the Island one morn'
A nigga could dance to slow music, outdrink any nigga
On the benches, while we hitting reefer, he sold loosies
Five-foot-seven, a legend was born, Russell 'Ason" Jones
I know him for his braids and lessons
A wise man with knowledge 120
Kept a flag on his chest
A right hand, you quick, serving you Remy
Yo, let's toast to the fallen, lost forgotten
Aiyo, if niggas could hear me, then roll up some broccoli
Ason, the heart of a lion, a purified mind
The way he did it, with a mic and some wine
I would never forget the days we used to sit back
Days I be all up in the crib, listening, holding, align him and yo
I just miss this nigga
And now, I understand the meaning of love when I kiss the nigga

[Interlude: Ol' Dirty Bastard sample]
My name is Ol' Dirty Bastard, you know what I'm saying? I don't hide nothing back. I barely—I mean, I come from a family, man, of poor welfare, you know what I'm saying? When I came out my mother's womb, I was on welfare, you know what I'm saying?
So—So—So, it's like, you got to keep it real, know what I mean?

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
He had a heart of gold, intelligent soul from Day One
Loud as the ferry, best friend was Mama Cherry
Sweet lady, BK baby
She taught Dirty how to cook, clean, singing the songs
Say the old school dances and O.E., Ballantine, the wine
We sip, while we sat with the O.G.'s
Knowledge of self, good health
The fortunes that came with the game had my brother insane
It's like wealth ain't enough to live for
But if you got love in your heart, just believe in yourself
That was the Black man rap, baby Jesus in the black land
Few jewelry pieces with his gold fangs, his fam
("Brooklyn Zoo!") you know my brother was ill
The first dude to say, "Yo, keep it real"
Yeah, the lover, the father, the hustler, the rap professor
Now, he with Allah, that's a blessing

[Interlude: Ol' Dirty Bastard sample]
See, it's like, ok, where I come from
In my neighborhood, my people know me
You know what I'm saying? See, if I try to come any different
They ain't gon' respect me no more
You know what I'm saying? Because they -- you know people
Got their thing about themselves, you know
If you come from the neighborhood, you know what I'm saying?
You couldn't, you couldn't get out the neighborhood
But you could never take the neighborhood out of the people
You know what I'm saying, but if you try to like jump and crossover
To the other side, people won't understand that, and they don't like that
That's why they don't be buying people music
See, we keeps it real, and we always gon' keep it real
You can't knock what's real, You know what I'm saying? We telling the truth, man
**************************************************
Chinese Marines[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Chinese marines, Jet black Beamers
That Aston blue screen, I was part of the Teamsters
Money hungry, yo meet the blingers
Avenue gun holders, blow a nigga open, no demons
All my niggas slinging
Yeah, perpetual lifestyle, knife style, welcome to the cleaners
Heavyweights, you gotta come see us
You right, one knee us
Welcome to the forest of the leaders
All I do is take money, come beat us, invisible lead
Start flying, lick the head, drop the ninas
Left feeling lucky like a genius
Play both sides like Serena, found dead in the steamers
Real niggas won't talk, real as a roach
Once the lights tone, Killa be Ghost
In the new shit, light blue Pilwig
Come through (you know we ain't do it)
Rocket launcher out the window, you shoot

[Verse 2: Havoc]
Got killers in the Benzes, canine senses
Everything covered from the exit to the entrance
Dedicated goons understand it's high stakes
Life out a nigga 'til his eyes dilate
It's a cold world, surely weather with the V bombs and leathers
With the fur on the collar, we 'bout major dollars
See the hoes, they holla, when they eat us and swallow
Cause we them dime dadas, get them top shoppers
Eyes on us, death to those that lied on us
And love forever for all my soldiers that cried for us
I put my mind on it, relax, get high on it
Y'all niggas ain't built, I was designed for it
Lame niggas fall back in our presence
Bow down to the king, when you see me, nah mean
I ain't playing with you
Yeah, you gonna take one for the team
Fucking dog crying, ever seen a grown man scream

[Verse 2: Prodigy]
You tacky like head rest TVs
Your value drop, you not worth these
Bacon strips we gets, you stay broke
We stay leaning in new red Rolls
Smoke stack lightening, coming out the crack black window
That's us getting high, letting things go
We getting it, the money don't stop
The beef don't cease, the drama gonna pop
Soon as we step in the spot, shots on me
Line 'em up, kill every single bottle they got
Yeah The drama gonna pop like the pipe bomb
I'm hyper, the son don't chill, Allah
You get burned, try and dap me
These hands are made for clapping
A round of applause for that dumb ass rap beat
Now, take a bath, stay your ass down
You lift your head back up, I'm blowing brains out
**************************************************
Black Mozart[Kung Fu sample]
"Stupid fool, you're forcing me to kill you!"

[Intro: Raekwon]
Yeah
You know how it go
Fresh from the Stationary Hall of Justice
Real rhyming
Real movement, real life
Word up, we just chilling
Ten bottles of Krug on the wall
Know what I'm saying?
Straight up, for real
Yo, RZA, talk to these niggas, man, let's go, man, for real
Yo, Rah, what up? Let's go!

[Hook: RZA & Tash Mahogany & Raekwon]
You better get that money, no matter what you do
Yeah, gangsta shit, groovy shit
Raw shit, secret indictment shit
You gotta get that money and represent your crew
Yeah, secret indictments
Be careful, niggas, for real, let's go
And keep it true

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
As reaper stay sprayed, still niggas is smoked
Four in his pocket, a diamond'd-up chain and some coke
Champion hood, the goodies in a brown bag, by the radiator
Near the cookies and the bundles of dope
Fishscalers, I live in elevators and gross
All this paper, profit make her lay there and post
With them Adidas that Bruce wore, stay in the juice bar
All I know, if you saw me, you thought I was broke, Black, yo
I been hustling since niggas was busting guns
And scuffling, and jumping niggas over some coats
We play the S&S rooftop, Latin Quarter, Polo popes
Who hung out with all the Eighthers and GOATs

[Hook: RZA & Tash Mahogany & Inspectah Deck]
You better get that money, no matter, what you do
You gotta get that money, and represent your crew
Yo RZA, you crazy, man! Ouuuu!
This that "Black Mozart" shit right here (Ouuuu!)
And keep it true

[Verse 2: Inspectah Deck]
Yo, I used to scramble hard, radio strapped to the handlebars
Fifty deep in the lobby, large, rocking camouflage
Dark Caesar holding my nuts, played the building front
Fifth of Henny, throw a little snow in the blunt
Just growing up, schooled by OGs, holding Os and up
Daily, new drama unfold—"They popped him over what?"
It's so rough—nobody know him, so what?
"Ayo, the money's close by, homie, show me the stuff"
Borough-hopping, copping bricks, bags, burners, and kicks
City slickers, circling the strip, working them tricks
Like Friday night, cruise in the coupe, new volure suit
Fruit-flavored kicks, taking flicks out in 40-Deuce
Farmer jeans, hammer swing, tucked in the loop
How they hit Ms. Fisher, they was busting that suit
Up in 54, underground, parrot and Q
Made man with the grey shams, wrapping the boo
Stay flam, every day, fam, stacking my loot
Eighty grams in the cake, bam, packages flew
Sipping passionfruit, Alizé, in back of The Ooh

[Bridge: RZA]
We soldiers, boy, we soldiers
Bake cakes, hundred dollar bill holders
We soldiers, boy, we soldiers
Bighead, I thought I told you
We soldiers, boy, we soldiers
Bake cakes, hundred dollar bill holders
Bighead, I thought I told you
We soldiers, boy, we soldiers

[Hook: RZA & Tash Mahogany]
You better get that money, no matter, what you do
You gotta get that money, and represent your crew
And keep it true
**************************************************
Purple Brick Road[Hook: Stalking Gia]
Forever may not exist
But man do we got our moments
Killing time, making a name
Wasn’t about money or the fame
Why hide the scars?
It’s who we are
It’s who we are

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Purple cloths is on me, salute my presence
DNA is worth a fortune but I've still seen a life of peasants
I gave y'all style, taught you how to be fly, go 'head and grace the sky
Gave you wings to soar like you ought to
Forever may not exist in the flesh but my music will
All praises due to the Most High
With my toast, shocked the world, wasn't Casper when I said
I came through when the roaster blow in half a Billy Goat
Just because I'm living this life I'm accustomed to it
Floating in them fly cars, damn I'm supposed to do it
Pretty women fall in love with my expensive taste, luxury, lust
Physical touch by this ace, handcuff 'em
That's a no no 'cause I don't trust them far as I can throw those
Gold diggin' vixens who's in love with the coco
But fuck it, you know I'm here for this dough though
Let's pop another bottle of Don and watch our gross grow
I love it

[Hook: Stalking Gia]
Forever may not exist
But man do we got our moments
Killing time, making a name
Wasn’t about money or the fame
Why hide scars?
It’s who we are
It’s who we are

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
Clarity stones in my bracelets, watches and rings
From a rich nigga's perspective you know what that brings
Hatred, what do I do when I'm so used to shittin' on 'em
Do I stop because a jealous ass coward wants me to
Or do I go harder and buy more diamonds and blind his crew
Fuck it, I guess I do that 'cause I love to make 'em blue
Getting 'em bags,  stayin' fly, stayin' high
Do what I wanna, no more strugglin' just to get by
Yes, fresher than a new born baby's ass
New money, got my ex wishin' she was never in my past
I laugh, enjoy these fruits from my labor
But still feel the strain and pain that be from my labor
Spent my time to achieve all of the fortune and fame
And for myself makin' a name
But deep inside I try to cover up the scars to be a shinin' star
I guess that's just who we are

[Hook: Stalking Gia]
Forever may not exist
But man do we got our moments
Killing time, making a name
Wasn’t about money or the fame
Why hide scars?
It’s who we are
It’s who we are

[Verse 3: G-Eazy]
Forever may not exist but who else is as hot as this?
I played the beat then I tried at this
Cuban links on my neck and I just put a presidential on my wrist
This year you haters gonna acknowledge this
It's G-Rapo and Raekwon, told the homies this wouldn't take long
My verses always just as real as the true story it's based on
Chopped the blow on the table plenty times
In the lines that she puts her face on
And this is not by accident
Anything can happen if you simply imagine it
My OG put a torch to the blunt then he's passin' it
Believe in something, stand for it or take a knee and stand like Kaepernick
Anything to get the point across makin' a statement
You'll only go as far as you take it
20 years later and we're still slappin' that purple tape shit
Greatness so close I can taste it, face it

[Hook: Stalking Gia]
Forever may not exist
But man do we got our moments
Killing time, making a name
Wasn’t about money or the fame
Why hide scars?
It’s who we are
It’s who we are
**************************************************
Marvin[Verse 1: Raekwon]
April 2nd 1939, the stars is in line
Divine intervention at it's own intention
Birthed a gift, in this DC kid, he sung heavenly
Good values and all and his father was in the ministry
God fearing man with a mother that's so beautiful, the angels would serve her
What's her name? It's Alberta
This little boy quickly became a man
From blowing in his father's church, to making his own band
Called the Moonglows, sensational with his vocals
That drove the ladies crazy, panties got thrown at his shows
But he was far from happy, he wore a smile just to hide it
Behind them doors him and his father constantly colliding

[Hook: Cee Lo Green]
Marvin, the sound of your voice
Sets fire to my soul
What a glory to behold
Marvin, my heart, my heart still wonders how
I just hope you're happy now

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
Destined for greatness, counting his blessings
Young'uns struggling with pressures
That the fact that his pops was a cross dresser
But he still loved him, you know the bond between his son and father
That only pushed him and forced him to sing harder
His main man Harvey Fuqua gassed up his car
Believed his sound
And took him down to Motown y'all
That's where it all happened
Success in the palm of his hand
But unfortunate the fame wasn't enough
He wanted more out of life
Took it further and found himself a wife
Pretty Anna Gordy, she made his time sit still
She was the cousin of Barry G, the founder of Hitsville
Please pay attention because the story it gets ill
Shit's real, trials and tribulations son's facing
You gotta play the cards you're dealt
Ain't no telling what life deals
Death will cause you to have night chills
Enough to keep a nigga bothered
Especially when the negatives start coming from your father

[Hook: CeeLo Green]
Marvin, the sound of your voice
Sets fire to my soul
What a glory to behold
Marvin, my heart, my heart still wonders how
I just hope you're happy now

[Verse 3: Raekwon]
Money, women and drugs came into play
Now wouldn't you know, there goes another happy home down the drain
That night life had him speeding through hell
Scarred by the death of Tammi Terrell
Couldn't believe it, he spiraled downhill
Secluding himself, from the music and the press
He was sick and really getting depressed
Time passed so he bounced back on track
New and improved
Even got himself a new wife too
Everything is on the up and up, got his act together
Spiritually he claims, you could see the glow up on this fella
Tried to make amends with his father
But the hatred is too strong, revolver in his palm
The warning that death was close
His mother screaming out "Honey don't do it!"
One shot to the chest made Marvin lose fluids
April 1st he died on the spot the scene was so horrific
How a father could kill his own son defines wicked

[Hook: CeeLo Green]
Marvin, the sound of your voice
Sets fire to my soul
What a glory to behold
Marvin, my heart, my heart still wonders how
I just hope you're happy now

[Outro]
Marvin
Marvin
It's the sound of the music
Marvin
Marvin
Marvin
**************************************************
Shaolin vs Wu Tang[Kung-fu sample]
Master!
*sounds of fighting*
Toad style.. hmmph
The Shaolin deliberately tried to use the Lord
To learn our Wu-Tang sword fighting!
The Shaolin would never do that!
Wouldn't you? The Shaolin have always looked down at us
Are you afraid the Wu-Tang would become more famous than you?
You?
So you used your Shaolin poison to set up my master and deliberately frame me!
That's nonsense!
It's not nonsense! I saw it myself!
Nonsense! The Shaolin have nothing to fear from the Wu-Tang but our swordfight

[Intro: Raekwon]
Aiyo! Come on! Let go of the ratchet, son, come on, let's go! Come on!

[Raekwon]
Villagers, gangstas, pillagers, paintbrush
New whips, blue fifths, Louis Shallah, bitch
Ostrich turtlenecks, the Chef, already reps
Lean off the petty jets, we buy the very best
Outfits, powerful rich, pouncers, camel clips
One bump, two lumps, the shotgun, the new jumps
With flying bird, buying herb, new kick, designer birds
She on, and we up, let's re-up, and free'd up
Jakes hate it, Rae made it, Clientele, we gon' sell
You gon' starve, he gon' jail, night boots, swim with whales
Better snub, surgical leather gloves, never loved
We gon' kill, take it to the Hill, we forever real
Old records, old luggage, you ill with no rugged
You shoot and we spray, kill off them old buzzards
We love it, can't stand it, you hid, the The Wu Manual
We found it, stay grounded, we will, we still scrambling

[Kung-fu sample]
Hold your fire!
You two traitors!
You've mixed the Shaolin and Wu-Tang
No, we have not, it's just that they're the same
That's right, my Lord
You misunderstand our kung-fu work
It doesn't belong to anybody, IT EVOLVES!
Kill 'em!

[Raekwon]
The wrist lifter, the grave sitter, babysitter
The jar twister, open the vault, call your sister
The Pyrex, the up in the five, live as Twister
Blunt rolling, only a robe on, some whiskers
Knee slapper, the gat packer, blackjacker
Extortionist, friendly as fuck, Bob and Back-lur
Ones folder over the stove, gold rover
The gear dresser, the chop bagger, Marvin Haggler
Rap stabber, eat you alive, gold tarantula
Sixteen paces and shit, hold the heckler
Pimp style, Axel Foley, stolen Rolly
All ya niggas that know me, ya'll owe me

[Kung-fu sample]
I don't give a damn! Listen
Hahaha, And I'll kill anyone, who dares to go against...
**************************************************
Pit Bull Fights[Raekwon]
Pit bull fights, niggas is bustin the lights
Undercovers gettin killed for drugs - yo
Fiends is basin, runners is licensed to fight
Young gangstas chase sneakers and snubs - and yo
Elevator's broken, pissy stairwells and shells
Old men gossip with tales, you know?
Police burners with bodies on 'em, bury 'em
Worry for minutes then we fire them (blaow!)
I see firemen, ambulances, narcotic mansions
So melodic, rock chronic, pop tonic scramblin
See all these niggas into gamblin - yo
Just give me square feet, uniquely I'm handlin niggas
Done danced with niggas, plus yo, threw niggas in vans
Left him on trains, his veins got ham in 'em
Take a message, he ran, it was a quarter to four plan
He had me on the floor with my man
We both drugged out, scholars with grams
Tri-colored rocks, follow the hands, full sorrow in plans
Make one false move you blam
Eh yo take the globe right out of ya land
We broke out in Iran

[Hook: Polite]
Eh yo it's eight million stories in the city
Niggas actin' shifty, Ice Water back on the grizzly
Brand new handgun that hold about fifty
It's a new boss in town like Mauseberg Mickey
Eight million stories and six is from the hood
A real live hustler up to no good
They needed more yae-yo to ease they habit
They said we fell off, the streets don't believe you faggots!

[Raekwon]
Where all the wolves live, sub-machine guns and big beamers
Yo circle the crib, you see teamsters that try you again
Little niggas is blind, the nines fly out and slap a few men
That's mine, let up off 'em again
Take seventy more shots, the remedy, Wu through the fence
This bench God, lays in gents
Eh yo pop the head off right under the tents
This is more current events, pay attention
The legend is here, as long as you know him he coffins ya men
What? Bulletproof pimps, big hammers, multiple flips
As long as it's bread, you know you was hit
Eh yo let that stack get rinsed
Play the back, sharp as a fuck, ownin' my own shit
Grown niggas get moments to vent
Give 'em the real Lex Diamond Story, welcome 'em in
**************************************************
Masters of Our Fate[Chorus: Audio Sample]
Now we are the masters of our fate
That the task that which has been is, is not above our strength
That its pangs and toils are not beyond our endurance
As long as we have faith in our cause
And unconquerable will power
Salvation will not be denied us!
Salvation will not be denied us!
Salvation will not be denied us!
We are the masters of our fate!
As long as we have faith
And unconquerable will power
Salvation will not be denied us!

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
The time has come, I just begun, this is designer rum
My wallet got flowers on it, killer cowards from milan
The stolen land where gold chains control a man
300 holdin hands, stolen grams
I play the fan, and wave and leave that nigga for dead, or should I save him?
Spittin out phlegm, no, just grave him
I remember days I used to work for niggas, eat jerk with niggas
Buyin whippids, laughing at jokes and try to flip
Clip is loyal, fly spoil on the block, display royal
Even though we go back to royals, black oils
Live as ever, can’t tell me nothing
Whatever this thing of ours is empowered by my niggas who pumping
24 hours of sling motion, wave brush
Ya'll knew my hair was the ocean
Running through the building just nego-tion
Some of the creeps knew me very well
Knew he would sell, knew he was potent

[Chorus: Audio Sample]
Now we are the masters of our fate
That the task that which has been is, is not above our strength
That its pangs and toils are not beyond our endurance
As long as we have faith in our cause
And unconquerable will power
Salvation will not be denied us!

[Verse 2: Black Thought]
Ok, bridges I burned some, lessons I learned some
Money I spend some, lent some, earned some
My eyes tell a tale of the hell I returned from
Spark up a L for the homies I haven't heard from
Burn when the urge come
I’m living lurge(large)
Never chilling on the curb, just a villian on the verge, son
My tenth shot is as official as the third one
Second one, first one
Worse come, the worst run
When I was pushed out of the womb the earth spun
The only way to describe this is inertia
Some rappers think they could try me, Who the first up?
I don’t guarantee no survivers, nigga surfs up
Yeah, soul on ice, courage and sacrifice, hold on tight
And save your laughter for the afterlife
These chumps thinkin they good, ain't even half as nice
Your fate will be a one-way ticket to paradise

[Chorus: Audio Sample]
Now we are the masters of our fate
That the task that which has been is, is not above our strength
That its pangs and toils are not beyond our endurance
As long as we have faith in our cause
And unconquerable will power
Salvation will not be denied us!
Salvation will not be denied us!
In the words of the [?]
He shall not be afraid of evil tidings
His heart is fixed, rafting in the Lord
**************************************************
Marble Cake (Freestyle)[Hook]
Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M
Get the money, dollar dollar bill y'all

[Verse]
Check the jewelry set
Mixed with Perignon and champagne collection
Wine rack, 18 karat, check the desk
Press that button right there, grab a Beck's
Legendary alive
Silks on frontin' at LIV, still the flyest
Black Gatti seats violent
Wu pirate, boo pilot, check the nigga drive out
Realer shits, they whip me
Keep it real, dealerships, they dig me
Dungaree bling, monster king
Walk through the joint, get praised like Jah rollin' weed
Leathers in all flavors
Taught niggas how to get fly and flip spaceships
Rock mad diamonds and strive, see the bracelet
Ask Ghost where the evil come from, don't say shit
Caesar's, no skeezers
I could get you barred from Europe, no visas
Take a little piece of your world, change your season
Put a fresh tech to your face, now squeeze this
Peace to my nigga 40
Sixty others keep it a buck, what's real? Call me
Fila suits, day one, just a shorty
Eat skirt stakes with snakes, Gore-teezys
Yes, Gore-tex, techs techs
My niggas shoot up the complex
Rae's so complex
That's right, it's so gracious when a don flex
He 'bout checks, feedin' his seeds and family
Swiss accounts, livin' in Whistler with the good stuff
Sit back and wrote, 20 years later
A GOAT now, Capricorn killer on the float
Night trips while niggas is sleep
I live in a pillage, where niggas cook coke up all week
But that's not my lingo, ain't bumpin' no heads like Ochocinco
Rather be in Santa Domingo
On a beach, newspaper callin' with a few shakers
Barbecue wings with a few neighbors
Huntin' gear, tryin' to shoot gators
Yeah, put 'em on and chop up a few blazers
Back to the culture, luxury things that's leanin'
Me and my team gon' stay feinin'
FILA comin', y'all, we cleanin'
Now what's the meanin'? Remember this

[Hook]
**************************************************
Molasses[Intro: Raekwon]
Yo, legend man, what’s the prognosis, great minded?
Ain’t nothin', just swimmin' in life you know
It’s all good and shit man, word up man
So yo, you go around the corner
You got nourishment over there, waiting for you, man
The other dude, youknowhatimsayin’
Tell U Bar Allah, I said, what’s good
Who was up in the spot last night

[Raekwon]
Word to the gold Panameras and to the wood grain in my Lambo
I go the extra mile, my flow scaffolds
Crew cuts, the older niggas, the game rumors, just the same goons
When niggas catch visions for killing capos
Palestinian armor, golden rocket launcher, my aunt
She copped it for me, bought it in Rwanda
See demon schemin', niggas get live in the Beacon
I’m shaw to shank shit up like Morgan Freeman
Pussy getting rapper, rich nigga, one-on-one rents niggas
And incidents, my fingerprints been tore up
We sell love slingin' like Siemens, the snort-able Beemers
They love callin' niggas names out, you screamin'
Feds try to trap us and plus tap us, niggas’ll grab us
Throw you in the rassle, yo, clap ups
Catch me at the Stephen King mansion
With four of my Branson niggas
With me, me and Britney, a dancer
Know your shit authentic by the way your hat fit on you, with it
I’m like the Blair Witch nigga in the rented
Curtains in the five-seven, chunky and short
Baggin' dope up in the backseat, your package's walk
Holdin' my girl wedding ring, she Medellin
Name is Beretta King, live in Alpharetta and she never leave me
Flow freely this is all graffiti, the cloth we cut from
Is straight from a rich nigga, greedy

[Hook: Raekwon]
Yo, Scarface gangstas, criminal niggas up in the trenches
Army coats on, playing the benches
Getting paper, sly, that’s the motto, intelligent goons
Inside a hundred thousand dollar whip, follow

[Rick Ross]
It's the Vacheron Don! Su Wu-Tang!
Still gritty, leave the pretty to the females
The watch mother pearl with the seashells
Pick of the litter, have this nigga picking paper up
Twitter thug, I’m the timeline strangler
Get ‘em up, banging dangerous as angel dust
Cuban Linx smokin' stink in the Brink’s trunk
I run with killas who snort powder, extort cowards
Ankle monitors under garments, so fuck showers
I give a fuck what you talking ’bout
Mob meetings, we them only niggas walking out
Sparkin' purple once a nigga done spaghetti slurpin'
Fly away in my new, Scaglietti surfin'

[Hook]

[Ghostface Killah]
Yo, we in the back roasting marshmallows
Bottles of Krug
The dialogue is the big chain niggas is rude
Law library scholars, potatoes over the thirty-eights
With bald-heads, all live wires
Eleven homes, six trust funds, came home from doing a dime
We just left Un’s, straight up
And we standing over the stoves, in denim Gibaurds
Brought a Dairy Queen to Queens right next to Lowes
IMAX Theatres
Astoria Waldorf
Philip Drummond suite, pretty young thing suckin' my balls off
Bubble baths, hash, zooted up, eyes closed
Silk drawers, fronting in my key-lime pie Wallo's
And I still got a half a ki indeed, Frank Lucas shit
Hid it in coffins, flying over seas
And if you ever try to ruin my knight
I’ma make sure my best pawn put like three in your kite
Shot caller, laying in big lofts
Rock of Gibraltar, my pinky joint, killing like Orca
Daytime hawker, a nasty street author
Me, Rae and Rick, uzi’d out in the porches
Case we gotta Warner bro, like Malcolm-Jamal
I’ma Falcon, Seven Mike Vick with the ball
Cause I can hut-one, hut-two, disrespect
I hunt you down
Ain’t a muthafuckin' crew we can’t run through

[Hook]

[Outro: Raekwon]
Army shit, nigga
Camouflage, gorilla shit, nigga
You know what it is, man
Yo, Lex, talk, yeah
Where ya man at
Let’s go
Stay together, my nigga
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This Is What It Comes Too[Intro]
Get the fuck up out the spot nigga
Burn that nigga feet up man
This nigga in here man
Fuck this nigga doin' b
Fat kid get washed off by fiends you wild ass
Get this motherfuckin' giraffe ass nigga outta here man
Sheep skin socks ass nigga right here b
What the hell is goin' on man?
Light that nigga feet up son, c'mon man

[Verse 1]
I done blacked out, no man is safe, ya' crew is cornered
Why did you think you could step over me? I'm too enormous
Plus I heard you an informant, call Bruce, tell em' roll out the plastic
I'm about to catch a body on this
No threat, khazer, I don't make those
Soak my bullets in cyanide, so when they touch ya' that's a case closed
Dime pieces I bag 'em, follow this pen scroll
Hoes, I don't chase those, too much drama wit' em'
That alone I don't have time for, I'm raw, fuck a bitch feelings
I'm on some old goldie shit chillin'
Business man baby, stay producin' them dollar signs
Line for line I'm dope, don't mix me with Quinine
When the spike hit em' they flat line, period
One word to describe my grind, son, I'm serious
Shank doctor with choppers, rainin' on ya militants
Guns drawn, blowing out ya back ain't concealin' shit

[Hook]
This what it comes to, wild'n like a western
Down in this concrete jungle, homie, hope you got ya vest on
And ya weapon is oiled and don't jam, but if it do
Leave ya through when it's time for that warfare
This what it comes to, wild'n like a western
Down in this concrete jungle, homie, hope you got ya vest on
And ya weapon is oiled and don't jam, but if it do
Leave ya through when it's time for that warfare

[Verse 2]
I'm nice, targets get hit whenever I squeeze
Don status, get my dick sucked whenever I please
Above the law break, beat cases, don't cop pleas
I buy my cars, bet y'all niggas whips be leased
I'm a wolf off the loose, somebody find his leash
I'm a star, you a Starburst sweeter than fruit
No kinda background, claimed killer, then who did you shoot?
Must've imagined that, with your far-fetched raps
Shit is real over here, til' we blast on Satan
Take trips in and outta the country, turn dark clouds to sunny
I'm livin' good, my paper got me comfy
You in the hood talkin' bout you wanna war with me
I get your projects shot down while your land lord sleep
Now you in too deep, no turning back from your actions
You a killer then show me, if not, then meet my savages
The general, I'll have my goons tear up your establishment

[Hook]
This what it comes to, wild'n like a western
Down in this concrete jungle, homie, hope you got ya vest on
And ya weapon is oiled and don't jam, but if it do
Leave ya through when it's time for that warfare
This what it comes to, wild'n like a western
Down in this concrete jungle, homie, hope you got ya vest on
And ya weapon is oiled and don't jam, but if it do
Leave ya through when it's time for that warfare
**************************************************
About Me[Intro: Busta Rhymes & Raekwon]
Aiyo, Shallah, what up?
Yeah, you know how we do it
Turn me up, kid, let's get it popping
Crazy, let's go get 'em killa
Yo Dre, good looking on this coke, man
This shit is official

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Ayo, it's back to business, making them diskettes, pushing sixes
Rocking wild animals on jackets are sickening
Hear me? From here to Rockaway to Cali, we flipped this
Broad day, Chef'll saute, his lyrics is crispy
Now I got Dre up in the kitchen, Rae stuck in position
Bout to flame broil his coke and get busy
What? Politics, pop collars and drive violent whips
Stay fly, hungry and wise, you know the code, honor it
Sit back, yelling it's nothing, unless his buttons get pressed
We don't stress nothing, we only get dressed
Stretched out, moving professional, frying more fish
I heard it in slurs, them niggas is blessed
While we ball to the maximum, give me the floor, for real
I show off and let my money get stretched
Take it to a new level, new bezzle, few rebels
Few wolves with medals on, you know we get test

[Hook: Raekwon & Busta Rhymes]
Me, nigga, me, that's who, Cash Rule
Hah, better slow it down, niggas'll smash you, homie, uh
Me, nigga, me, pass through, rascals
Hah, half gorilla, half ape in them track suits, black, come on
Me, nigga, me, capsules, birds, whips
Ounces and fifths, no licking the glass, duke, yeah
Yeah, yea-yea-yeah, yea-yea-yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm here, so it's there, yea-yea-yea-yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
Here comes the, a lethal presentation taking you places you never been
Deadlier than the combination of coke and heroin
I see the weakness in most of you niggas that be hollering
So I toned it down, so these words be piercing your lower obdomen
What I meant to say abdomen, keep on listening and following
While I'm ditecting a German, hateful niggas, chicks be swallowing
And if you look funny to me, and there's a problem then
I put you under an ultraviolet light or a halogen
As if I was busy deciphering counterfeit dollars and
Hoes in like some kind of Biblical figure, King Solomon
Hah, just for the record, what we do is essential
While I captivate the masses and keep the moments eventful
Doc Dre, Bust, Shallah Rae, see the vision?
Most you niggas still in disbelief, just came into fruition now
Pop the cork up off this bottle and you pour it
So euphoric, document this moment, shit is so historic

[Hook: Raekwon & Busta Rhymes]
Me, nigga, me, that's who, Cash Rule
Hah, better slow it down, niggas'll smash you, homie, uh
Me, nigga, me, pass through, rascals
Hah, half gorilla, half ape in them track suits, black, come on
Me, nigga, me, capsules, birds, whips
Ounces and fifths, no licking the glass, duke, yeah
Yeah, yea-yea-yeah, yea-yea-yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm here, so it's there, yea-yea-yea-yeah, yeah

[Verse 3: Raekwon]
King of kings spit blood, all on my apron
Wash a nigga's face with the MAC, smoke them like Steak Umm's
Yeah my dynasty's brolic for real, we hunt, eat, catch the rat
Blow his waist, float in the stream
You know we all-pro with it, anti auto-tune
Boom, my flow fire, sit by the stove, hit it
Real niggas, official as listeners, gangstas and visitors
Step in the shit, we all prisoners
Might take the hammer from you, know I'm the animal
Rock a spur fur hat, no niggas in sandals, boo
Everyday get money and dress rugged, these are the times
Keep a nine on you, blow off in public
And I will surely feed my niggas the streets
Cop the hottest things to get, and haters they can eat and then preach
And while it go down, worldwide, this the team, this the theme
Me, Dre, Rhymes, my money makers is mean, what?

[Hook: Raekwon & Busta Rhymes]
Me, nigga, me, that's who, Cash Rule
Hah, better slow it down, niggas'll smash you, homie, uh
Me, nigga, me, pass through, rascals
Hah, half gorilla, half ape in them track suits, black, come on
Me, nigga, me, capsules, birds, whips
Ounces and fifths, no licking the glass, duke, yeah
Yeah, yea-yea-yeah, yea-yea-yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm here, so it's there, yea-yea-yea-yeah, yeah
**************************************************
Pyrex Vision[Intro: Raekwon]
Niggas got me the behind the pot again, but yo
"Fuck, with your pot again?"

[Verse: Raekwon]
The Pyrex is bubbling, the stove is broke
Fuck it, use the flame from the oven, the famous dozen
Bout to hit the streets, they buzzing
Break it down, yo, chop it like he raided your luggage
Major yellow shit in the pot, struggling
Tryna form a rock up, and double it, and call up my cousin
"What up beloved?" Stab it, tilt and twirl, spit in it
Plus, put a little bit of milk in—the fiends love it
Sat back, confident in comfort, the light blew out
All I see is all white stuff, suds in it
Four hundred razors in a bucket, seventy plates
We thinking ten mil a man—nigga, fuck it
It's on, get the baking soda, dump it
How many niggas'll pump to get eighty more? Get it jumping
Live by the code, and we thumping
Nigga, take this
Fuck around and taste a flake: "Bitch, you drunk it"
It's all in the eyes of the hungry
It's all for the wise and the humbly, their eyes came upon me
**************************************************
Cold Outside[Kung Fu sample]
"We do have to fear him
The Shaolin faces a crisis
And one of the factors will be the Wu-Tang Clan"
"I just wish he was here now..."
"So we must all be prepared"

[Intro: Raekwon & Suga Bang Bang]
Damn
Them niggas over there, man
Whoa, ho
Feds been on them niggas all fucking year, son
What I'm gonna deal when it's cold outside?
Look: the nigga's in a bag right now
High, high
They zipping a nigga off, son
Right
Ah, ah, oh, whoa, oh
It's co-oh-oh-oh-oh-old
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh

[Hook: Suga Bang Bang]
When it's cold outside, and the rain turn to ice
When it's cold outside, and the rain turn to ice
When it's cold outside, and the rain turn to ice (Yeah)
When it's cold outside (Yeah), and the rain turn to ice (Yeah)

[Post-Hook: Suga Bang Bang]
Said mama's out here flipping out, shots just going off
Somebody laid out, little kids smoking weed
Drive-bys every day, wonder what's going on
Here outside with my motherfucking AK

[Break: Suga Bang Bang]
Oh, ho
What I'm gonna deal when it's cold outside?
High, high
Ah, ah, oh, oh
Whoa, whoa
It's co-oh-oh-oh-oh-old, hey

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Religious with hammers, fakes get jammed up
Cakes get battered, coming through to get it, them transactions
Blood-stinking fiends, machine guns, cannons and teams
Baking sodas, gold Rovers and gophers
Land in every project, sex, lies, murderous reps
Back to cassettes, vets dying on steps
What's really taking place in them hoods?
Heads get clapped for trap
Don't fuck with my mind, I'm strapped
Off with your dome for fronting on me
Last two Ls, I seen visions of dead males and more sales
Real-life stories is made, and candles got blazed
For little young soldiers shot by them strays
Pigeons and goons surviving in prisons
'Cause divisions, they separating, laying cocoons
And they can't wait to come home soon
While bodies get found in lobbies
Chopped up, decaying in rooms

[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]
They found a two year old, strangled to death
With a "Love Daddy" shirt on in a bag on the top of the steps
Police blowing niggas, NARCs and judges
Me and son had beef, I had to murk him, we supposed to be brothers
'Cause he came home fronting, feeling like that I owe him something
Cause I'm getting money, drive a little something-something
Lanae got AIDS, with five kids smoked out
House is brick, bills haven't been paid in days
Her Brooklyn man's a molestor, court case, and the crime's raising
Swastikas on the church, they Satan
Holiday season is here, and I'm vexed
Who the fuck made Christmas up?
I'm fucking broke, it ain't making no sense
Newports are $7.50, a box of Huggies is off the meat rack
She's back, thirty days, she relapsed
Our troops need to leave Iraq
And rap niggas need to go on strike so we can get more cash
'Cause...

[Hook: Suga Bang Bang]
When it's cold outside, and the rain turn to ice
When it's cold outside, and the rain turn to ice
When it's cold outside, and the rain turn to ice
When it's cold outside, and the rain turn to ice

[Post-Hook: Suga Bang Bang]
Said mama's out here flipping out, shots just going off
Somebody laid out, little kids smoking weed
Drive-bys every day, wonder what's going on
Here outside with my motherfucking AK

[Break: Suga Bang Bang]
Oh, ho
What I'm gonna deal when it's cold outside?
High, high
Ah, ah, oh, oh
Whoa, whoa
It's co-oh-oh-oh-oh-old, hey
**************************************************
Sneakers[Produced by Pete Rock]

[Intro]
I'm not payin' 140 for them (Size 8-and-a-half)
I'm tellin' you—I'm only payin' 90
(That's what you keep spendin' your money on)
Yeah
That's for real

[Verse 1]
Ayo, ayo, who wear it all, I'm an Adidas freak
Multi-thousand pair of sneak freak
Real fly physique that'll look yea , fat watch , live footwear
Have the white folks displaying my gear
C'mon son let's keep it movin right footwear , check out my book yea
Stop, look, stand and you stuck but don't stare
Come aboard now, we got the Georgetowns, it's on now
So many phat styles, make a kid's head fall out
Yo Filas, those too, paw, I'm supposed to
Always keep it real with the selection , holdin you
Prince black Jordans, K-Swiss gear, remember Lottos?
Stash mad bottles, in the fence ooh Diadora
I need to place me an order , slow your speed down
Buyin food for your daughter
Stan Smiths, handlin whips, gravel pits, travel fox yo
Ready to cop more shit

CHORUS 2X:
[Various scratches that refer to sneakers]

[Verse 2]
Fly royals , got love for, 'member Asics? We do the basics
Stood out , slide em on , taste it wild lace in these
Sauconys and Ponys
Keep it real , heav set , head set , Spa built mix
With Le Coq velour shit
Black Mutombos , Columbo on the set , internet
Plus Pumas and Patricks, Air Firenza, switch up the black shit
Green Huaraches, unattached shit, 575 blue bals , New Bals
Bo Jacksons, gray and black, ready to throw my hands flashin
Ewings, Barkleys, Lex you's an entertainer, forget Air Cross Trainer
Free container, Polos, Mark 5s and Ellesses, the fly pieces
Shit be on the back mad features
Hoyas, Cortez in the tonic, feeling bionic
Design it with my fly garments, what up

CHORUS 2X
**************************************************
Never Can Say Goodbye[Intro]
Light up, light up, light up
I got this, chill

[Verse 1]
Ay yo, cooling
Ankle bracelets on in the matrix
High-powered rifle on the block in them spaceships
Meet my girl Pearl, a fiend with a face-lift
Throw me 76 dime, Chef you stay crisp
Ordering steaks at Tads, a young bucket, it's plaid
Got me rimming while I'm bagging up halves
And my Mother was in gangs back then, kinda strange back then
Strictly fair ones, the game got grim
Cousins slanging chiba, uncles is drunk, aunts is wild
Old folks crowd around, sniffing blow in the clouds
I'm going off now, tell me why
I'm selling work in the town now, is it so
I wanna let you know
Cause if it was real you would've been right there
To see the whole team rallied up and going to wear
Just a fly 'partment near Canal, just like Mr. Chow
Chinese gangsters there; they don't give a fuck
Eating duck staring at us, nigga's pulling pistols out
Let em know yo, we know what we wearing wild
Now we friends wow, checking the Benz out
Take the back room in style, you could fuck in there
Yeah sixteen, smelling my piss
More money, yo we warriors so don't get it twisted
This the real yo, tell me why
It started out in the field yo, is it so
I wanna let you know

[Hook x2]
My testimony is real, a day like that
Never can say goodbye girl
Never can say goodbye yo
Never let you go girl
No no no, no no no, no no no, no no

[Verse 2]
Ay yo classy, big chains the jewelry was nasty
Real fly, official, no fugazi, fly tissue
Dressed to kill, we Hill, now walk through the mill
Better rock cluttered pockets, can you jump in the wells
Crack business, plus stack business, equals gat business
Cause everybody smell when your mack whistles
Big bear minks and long-johns, links and long bombers
Half-moon Caesars and more ganja
The bars from yesterday
Got me thinking excel through life
Get glow through the bester-years
Tell me why
I'm gonna let you know, is it so

[Hook x2]
**************************************************
Catalina[Sample from 'The Killer']
Where is he?
Concentrate on the job, don't disturb the doctor

[Intro: Raekwon]
Yeah, word up
Who said we ain't the definition of exclusive shit?
Real rap, you know
Yeah, this is multi expensive rap here, brother
Word up, time to recreate the power
You know what it is, man, nothing but gangsta shit, baby
Let's go Doc, I need that prescription
Aiyo, aiyo

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
I grew up on the foul side, nickel bag vial side
Purple tops, two for fives
I had seven grams, outside with my eleven mans
On the corners with a pocket full of contrabands
Running up and down fire escapes, NARCs coming
Jump in the window, let your Nikes fly, hide the flakes
Guess up in the Hill it was real to me
What a nigga would of did if you steal from me
All my life around drug niggas, villains who want millions
Niggas with them hoodies on, with techs in the building
Mad fiends, bags of green, Gillette razors
Fly neighbors, all live blazers, designer jeans
That's why we live, niggas need shit in they crib
Go broke, you gonna rope you a vic'
It's just full-time stragglers, niggas try to take your place
And smile in your face, but still and all backstabbers

[Hook: Lyfe Jennings w/ ad-libs]
I was trying to get home
Leave a couple mil' to my kids when I'm gone
Nigga, that ain't cologne, it's the smell of this money
I was trying to get home
Cuz I don't know when my karma gon' catch up
I don't know when the toilet gon' back up
And put me in some shit, that I can't get out of

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
Come on, bags of money, trying to stay rich and fly
Keep it cool, silks and dungarees
Crew glasses and food, grilled salmon trying to make a move
Those who knowing they be dapping they dudes
How it do, blow a lot of cruise, stay in the cut
Pacing, from here to L.A., and Hawaii and Cuba
Blew new uzi too, serial numbers is brail
So when you rub against it feel all twos
Now I'm with some special niggas
Next level niggas with rubble bezzles
Who drive Exeleros with jewels
Brolic boots on, olive Goose, calamari soups and noodles
That spell out, ya'll niggas the truth
What it is baby boy, reclining in the big Benz
La-Z-Boy, ends uped, lenses on, chips a'hoy
Shipping triple, niggas try to stop the issue
And cock blocked but can't stop the official, what

[Hook x2: Lyfe Jennings w/ ad-libs]
I was trying to get home
Leave a couple mil' to my kids when I'm gone
Nigga, that ain't cologne, it's the smell of this money
I was trying to get home
Cuz I don't know when my karma gon' catch up
I don't know when the toilet gon' back up
And put me in some shit, that I can't get out of

[Outro: Raekwon]
Yeah, for real, man
Word up, we gon' keep it official
We gon' make sure ya'll get that raw shit man, yeah
Compliments of my niggas, yeah, yeah, Dre
This is powerful, baby, we gon' take 'em there, man
Locomotive, bulletproof fly shit, let's go
**************************************************
The Table[Intro: Raekwon (Masta Killa)]
Moët got me acting like a fucking goat in here
Yo god, remember back in the days god?
When we came a long way and shit, man (no question)
We supposed to be blessing each other
On our physical days and shit, you know what I'm saying?
It's like basically, I wanna hit my family with like land and all that
Diamonds and all that, we ran through that chamber dun

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Mainly stack mine, indeed it's been a long time
Let me feed y'all, fruits of life, shut up and eat y'all
Flavors for neighbors, Wallee's down to gators
The whole configuration stacking paper
Yo we do this, on the low though
If so, we running John Dolo
First thing, you need if you don't know
We carry cause it's a real world, show and prove
In ill words, all my herbs know the slurge
Dress nasty like fuck, keep my bird on the job yo
You got to straighten up
Do the worst thing to hurt her heart, damn
Took care of that, shared, even shed a tear for that
Bust my gat to throw gear on her back
Damn son, why she taking you through that?
She's a part of me, pardon me flow Allah, we sworn we
Wising up, take care of home bases
Then we slide to another part and start more hatred
Life is sacred - the other side of that paw, you lie naked
Clothes in the box, go 'head take it
Flash back Jew status
Salute moms and get ya boots splattered
Batting average, your moms had it
Just a broke young dumb, full of cum ready to haunt something
Takes something of yours, here you want something
Growing up around fifteen
Watching how the big niggas rolling wit big cream
Big schemes
Quick to flash your gat, laser beam
Pool table action black, hundred stacks made my niggas leave
Some be saying "Let em breathe"
The others wanna deceive
How we gonna make it if we don't achieve?
Right now, catch it from a vertical degree yo
We starting showing our asses, committing burglaries
One got caught, threw us all off
Threw us in the hell section near the boardwalk
Wondering how the sword talk, did he fall off?
Did he stand like the hawk that he was in New York?
Kept the waves spinning on the cross, of course
Come back a little cutty endorse
Risked it for his kids the pain is lost
We sitting back on a better note, yelling "Peace god
I love you love you to death, you thoroughbredable"
The Robbin Hood of the hood
Sit back, it's all good
Won't spoil it if we call it, we all hood, ha ha

[Interlude: Masta Killa]
I make knowledge born to save self, you know?
Who gon' live it, gon' live it
Be is to be a born, know what I mean?

[Verse 2: Masta Killa]
Soaked in degrees of knowledge, polished by sun rays
Carving by nine swordsmen
To a needle point of perfection
It's a blessing to deliver this lesson
While traveling the planet, extending development
And vote for the mind
Never ended we now send it long-winded
Descended infital, Bobby Digital
Abbot of the Shaolin 'Isle
Where knowledge and wisdom
Of the original sword style begin
Birth of the Wu-Tang Clan
**************************************************
Sonny’s Missing[The Killer sample]
"Then who will beat him?"
"I don't know. You know I can't reveal that sort of thing to you"
"Well, I haven't got my money yet"

[Intro: Raekwon]
Head splash, caught him...
(Eight million stories or something)
Yeah, eight million stories, nigga
(Yo yo yo, yo)
Word up
From them hard streets of Norfolk (Stop fucking around, man)
Motherfucker, to New York
All over the world, nigga
We win
All day, every day, nigga (Put that shit away, nigga)
You bitch-ass nigga, watch what happens
Check the shit, yo, ayo, ayo (Get on it man, for real)

[Verse: Raekwon]
They found his head splashed, caught him by the side of the building
He had a mask on, four-five, "Why did you kill him?"
It was supposed to happen, clicked the shit back
"Yo, this is the deal, you get on the floor and lay in the grass"
Had me handcuffed, take two puffs of the kush
"I see you out here, your name's real, can't let you get touched"
He had a team, Japanese fiend, all of them greened down
Cheeba lit, blood on his Adidas was thick
One second homie, walked over, weapon was boney
Long-nose joint, "Hold him", grabbed the nigga head, broke his Roley (Damn, nigga)
"Where the blow shorty?"
Shorty start smiling, "Y'all niggas is puss"
"Yo, Lex, these niggas, ain't vets, they gush" ("Fuck that!")
Chunk of meat flew off his cheek bone, broken teeth
Had a hole in his 'Lo shirt and took all his weed ("Gimme that!")
Untied him, he fell, legs weak, and son wouldn't tell
Now it gets deep, son start falling asleep
They woke him back up, smacked him with the Mac, "Where ya slut?"
"I heard you copped a new Beamer and them glasses is rough"
They was the Furla joints, eighteen karats, bought 'em right in Brazil
He had the steel on him, niggas went savage
They had him spread out, T position, opened his jeans up
("Oh shit, this nigga had a gun on him!")
Shot him in the leg-bone, he rose up like Kung Tut ("Ahh!")
Still riffing, this why for real my niggas'll still get it
All of us yelling, "He ill wit it"
Mouth bloody, muddy Gucci joints on
Them shits was nine hundred
Couldn't wait to kill him, his sons wanted it
Champion hoodie was gone
They broke his neck in like five places
Pushed him down the rail and then skinned his face

[Outro: Raekwon]
Yo, chill, nigga, chill
Police, police
The bullhorn...
*sirens wailing*

[Skit: Raekwon (all voices)]
—Ayo, son, niggas better start flushing the fucking toilet, man. Better stop leaving ya dirty fucking Fila hoodies around, man. You, man! Stop it, man!
—Yo, son, ayo, they just fucking killed this nigga, my nigga! Hit this nigga in the back of his fucking head, man. The nigga whole fucking head disintegrated, nigga. It's a hundred police outside right now, man. They running through the building, man
—Yo, listen, B. Ayo! Y'all niggas gotta shut the fuck up, man. Then you wonder why niggas be getting busted? Man, y'all niggas is yelling, man. We in the back cooking, B. Come on, man.. What the fuck? Langston, go to the store. I'm stilling waiting for the baking soda, man
**************************************************
1,2 1,2[Produced by Scoop DeVille]

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
If I ain't rockin' emeralds and Bentleys, I'm coolin' in Poughkeepsie Me, shorty, new Glock 40, and some bent weed
Ridin' the married boots, take care of me, sincerely
I'm Israeli, machettes is cris, swish some Baileys
Snuggled up, mink on, call it a cover up
Just like two murders in the hood, I'mma double up
The rap surgeon fix the game up, crack merchant
Everything I sell is well, my shit is that worthy
GATs that come up out the ceiling with the beam on it
Chinese Queen, Parasuco jeans on her
Rock long jeans, known for throwing blings on her
I stay king, by any means scream on it nigga

[Interlude]
Come on, let's go nigga
Word up, close the door to the Aston nigga
Yo, get out the, take that shit out the ash tray man

[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
Do you remember a real gang member?
Choppin' til he timber, December to December
Never stoppin', too busy poppin' off lead in the heat
Clownin' ass all around him, they crown him the Dogg Father
Glock hot, crock pot on the block with a chef
Out of bounds on the grounds with a hole in your chest
Invest in back in feedback, gorilla the west
Take a whiff of me, spliff, till it fill up my chest
Convertible with the Cadillac, mackin' the mack
With some Roscoe's Chicken in my lap, imagine that
I'm groovin' down Sunset Boulevard
No harm, no foul, no body guard

[Interlude 2]
Yo, stop right there man
You don't know what you're doin' man
Chill, chill, let them handle that man for real

[Verse 3: Raekwon]
Chill yo, the movie is scary
Take off the sheep skin shotty
Nigga make a move, and don't dare me
I'm blessed with these million dollar hands, I'm like poker
Niggas screw they motherfuckin' face, so what?
Guns are collected, flips perfected
Boats flying in, every brake's inspected
The clique's connected, everybody wrist and neck lit
Two shots of Cisco, let's slip
Post like Scarface and Sosa with my memosa
All that motion, see my billiongs posted and roastin'
See my villains most of them roastin'
Freshmen chickens get close in 'em
Make one move, she buyin' me the Ghost in it

[Interlude 3]
Pass the dutchie
You know what it do man
We in Wonderland huh

[Verse 4: Snoop Dogg]
Stealth but get loud like a space shuttle
Catch a case, a motherfuckers got a place for you
And it's 100 brothers like you that's cold with the Typhoo
Slang and things and buck 50 with the jinzu
Draw that line, flip that dime, spit that nine
Homie this Crip on mine
Thought you knew
We cold crushin' bum rush the chef, it's my nephew
The king of the west too, niggas to test you
Let your next move be your best move
Ja bless you
1,2 1,2 what you gone do when we come through?
1,2 1,2

[Outro]
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Slim Thick (Remix)[Produced By: Mick Schultz & DJ Mustard]

[Verse 1: Fabolous]
Sometimes I like slim, sometimes I like thick
Sometimes I combine and I like them slick
Them slick probably went over your head
Couldn't lay up, I just went over for head
Made a change of plans, when she bent over the bed
Now she on the balcony, pinned over the ledge
Been a few days but I sent over some bread
It can get rough with tuition and rent over your head
Not the same hoes to rescue anybody
But a nigga knows what stress do to the body
And no they see me on the best shoot buzzing naughty
Shit be looking fresh like shoes and Bugatti's
And I don't know why you been in high heels
But I swear we all on one
And if you do know that man, girl
I be like, where you know 'em from
You so slick, so small, curvy
Teeth all pearly, hair all curly
When it's time for it, you look all girly
Never look tired, but you wake up all early
Hit the gym, to keep it toned up
Progress, keep picking your phone up
Ah shit, waist getting smaller, niggas all on Instagram
Like damn I need to call her

[Hook: Jeremih & Fabolous]
That body perfect in my eyes
No matter what they say, everything lookin' just fine
You got that blessin' in disguise
You Wouldn't know it, girl you got me

Thim slick girls get me every time
Thim slick girls could get every dime

[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]
Damn, you got a fat lil' pussy
Meatloaf gangsta, real good nookie
Only love hard rocks, tough lil' cookie
Leave a nigga balls all blue like a tookie
Yeah pretty walnut skin, pistachio an guinness, got me 4 nuts in
I record what is dome busting
Stay going raw on Forbes Hustling
The ass in the kitchen, hash for the Simson
Butt naked clean up my gun and you're all vintage
You loaded it up, cocked over the sink
Cock in my hand, while I'm pouring your drink
Yo, yo watch how you hold that lady
Eighteen hundred grand hammers, I'mma throw that baby
Flying through the city in the old ack navy
While he green peril with caves in the state key
Now bouncing your butt up, milf queen vadge better built
We can make love real slow cuz it's better felt
Yeah surely murder that thing as we slept that night away
I had to swerve out of king
Off the chain work out chick that do yoga
Leg over her head, finger in her chocha
That's my type of chick
Ride or die body, ride body, yo' them are slick

[Hook: Jeremih & Fabolous]
**************************************************
Return of the North Star"North Star" Excerpt

[Popa Wu]
See, the way to evil
Balance equality in no man
For no man is good and bad at the same time
Either he's good, or he's bad

Return of the North Star

[Popa Wu]
Mmm... Yeah. Damn. Yo, Rae, that's you, baby? Damn, man. I heard all these things about you, man. Boy, I heard you been doing your thing, man. Wait, wait, let me tap them pockets, man, them pockets fat? You know I'ma get mine. Yo, Rae, baby, check this out. Yo, we done went through so many trials and tribulations, man, it's a shame, man. But you know, I told you what the—who the Devil is, man. Always watch them people who lie to you. Them people try and cheat you, man, out your money, I told you, you ain't let me cheat you out your money, shiiiit, man, what? And you gon' let another nigga cheat you out your money, boy, are you crazy? Aight, watch the tricks, baby. 'Cause the trick is a liar, and a liar is a thief. Trust me, baby. You understand? Now, give me a couple hundred, man. Time to go do my thing, nigga. I'm going on the road. When you get—When you—Yo, I already had the vision. Yo, Rae, I had a vision. I seen you, man, at the—at Madison Square Garden. And I just came through, and you said "Yo!" And it was real, son, and you took the world by storm. They didn't understand it, 'cause they didn't see that far. They couldn't see the forest from the tree. But Rae, I'ma tell you, it's your time, man. Go get that paper, man, you understand? Get that paper, man, 'cause it belong to you, man. Allah is the God, trust—keep Allah in your heart, brother, and you won't fail. Trust me. Always remember" "How far did thou travel? Thou travel as far as the dimension he could see." What you see? That's all I can say, baby. Watch the liar, watch the cheat, and watch the thief

[Raekwon]
—We need more pine, we need more pine, man. Stop playing
—Damn, King. We just severed this other nigga, man. Slipped this nigga real quick. This nigga need a zip
—What up, nigga? Yeah, man, chill, stick around for a minute, man, there's a lot of money downstairs. Tryna get a lot of fold ups, captain. It's all real, lay the roof, I'll meet you there in a minute
—Portuguese have this. Word up, man. Papi Jerome, what up, nigga?
—Monkeys with the AKs is there upstairs, stupid. Chill. Relax, man, relax, man. It's all good. Close the cabinets, stupid. You got shit showing, nigga. I don't want the motherfucking ultimate hustlers on us, nigga. Ayo, Chef, a nigga got all your jewelry on when you be out of town, my nigga. The fuck is this nigga problem, son? Stupid nigga, man, and the police be all up on him
—Chill, nigga, yo... It's a lot of bread involved today. All you gotta do is stick around, nigga. Hold the joint, though
**************************************************
MTV Cribs[Intro: Raekwon]
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the most extravagant flashy lifestyle of the wealthy and comfortable
I'ma be your host tonight
We gonna be exhibiting the fly palace of my brother Raekwon the Chef's 19,000 square feet deluxe villa
Let's walk inside

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Ayo, Pyrex vision, gangster intermission
Snow fishing over the stove, frozen glisten
Wall unit 360 spin, see the digital gym
There's the watch rack, right near the brims
Refrigerator see-through, walls got a different type texture
Peeped out the sectional true
Vodka mugs, Ace of Spade rugs, Louis cups and candles
Fila forks, gold Kangols
Travel over here, priceless lights
Tub full of ice, granddaddy pinecones, leather bikes
Gear junkie, monkey Timbs blunt me
Yeah, kinda sloppy, my maids, they be coming in monthly
Silk towel, red leathers, green hats, mean sweater, jeans
You should let us be your stylist, get you better
Octagon mirrors, box of sneakers
Louis, Gucc', Nike, Clark, Avia I bought in Peru
Yeah, plasma toilet, Go Go Gadget stuff
If I gotta squeeze, running out of time
This automatic button right here blow the house down
I'm walking slow in my fire jumper
Tom Ford and Bloomberg got too
Polo drawers, go blast your door
Cover girl sent, tap it in the toilet seat

[Interlude: Raekwon & Busta Rhymes]
Yes, ladies and gentlemen
These are the most exotic illustrious mansions in the world
We will step inside my nigga Bus-a-Bus next level, tri-dimensional sector of his exclusive imported ceramic style-slash-frontier shit
Mr. Bus
Yo
Can you walk us through the front, sir?

[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
I welcome y'all to my crib
The fortress of I self, lord and master
Crystal chandeliers looking like satellite dishes from NASA
Yeah, you niggas is bugged
Shoes forbidden in the crib, especially on my Alaskan polar bear rugs
Pictures with billies and parties out in Ibiza
Living room floor laced with imported marble from Indonesia
High ceilings, 18th century paintings is basic
With litters of money, many casinos in the basement
A million letter way a nigga parlay
With money to wrinkle your face up like a Shar Pei
Limited box of cigars from diplomats in Cubana
Rare art of Basquiat feeding fruit to Madonna
Copacabana, I'ma celebrate 'til they respect a
Success story with trucks unloading imperial nectar
Too many whips, I built a valet
100,000 dollar drapes
Dancing and swinging like a ballet
I showed you all enough to where this shit's a hassle
I'm sorry, your time is up, niggas, now get up out my castle
**************************************************
Broken Safety[Kung Fu sample]
"Ha—do you know any other styles?"
"I am very grateful!"
(Scram Jones)
"Are you ready?"
"I'm ready"

[Verse 1: Jadakiss]
Ugh, down on 40 Deuce, when I was a shorty-duke
That's when I first got the Nauti goose (Haha)
Now, I come through in a sported coupe (Yeah)
I know what you better do (What?)
Stop talking 'bout what you oughta do (Uh-huh)
My crack spot is still portable (Yeah)
Funerals are still affordable, I'm better than all of you (All of you)
I'm in the hood scraping them, Jadakiss, Rae and them (Rae!)
Y'all lame niggas—come uptown, spend a day with him (Haha!)
Bigger ones, bootleg liquor runs
Blow something, nigga, let the Earth smoke hit your lung
Get your guns
The economy is down (Down), so you already know
It's gon' be a lot of hommys in the town (Hommys)
That's why I'm still bringing the seed back (Uh-huh)
The sneakers that I can't pronounce, that cost a G stack (Haha)
Niggas in the yard, got this on repeat, Black (Yeah)
Fuck saving hip hop, we bringing the streets back, what!

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
Playing Spit, snipping, different color Wallys on
Bliffen had to take 'em off, they fucked up the soles, flipped it
I'm forever zooted, crushed-up glass, I'm just flashing through it
Nine times out of ten, suede down at the Jumer (What?)
Maybach bloomers, playing rumors
Card sharks getting cash money—"Take a loan, hit this tuna" (Yeah)
We onionhead niggas with gun gooners
Put us together: he run sea, I run land with one Ruger
Stop playing, you know we run rap (Uh-huh)
You know we done that
"Stop fronting, son, put the gun back"
We came with the containers
Besides having the flamers (Yeah)
My Mexican mans is famous (That's right)
Running through the streets, the bulldog
Conehead hoodies on, eighteen-five for footballs
Maxed like I'm under a good wall, good G
Good recipe, good status, a hood broad

[Verse 3: Styles P]
I used to move brown rectangles (Yeah)
Roll you a blunt, then smoke you with Death's angel (Smoke)
Chrome trey-pound is making your neck dangle (Dangle)
Blue trey-eight is leaving your chest mangled (Haha)
It's math with the gun, I could kill you at all angles (All angles)
Leave the toast home, I'm leaving you all strangled, ugh (Mm)
Louis loafers on the Jaguar, gas pedals
You got the cops with you, you ain't even half-ghetto (Not even half)
We neither here nor there (Nuh-uh)
But if you was over here, you would of been got aired (Been got aired)
Like a pair of white Nikes on a summer day (Ss...)
Pointing the gun away (Point away)
I could kill you niggas a hundred ways (A hundred ways)
Minds in a place that yours ain't (Yeah)
So I'm wearing war paint (Yeah)
For the day that I see the Lord, saint (For the day)
Blowing the purple haze, playing The Purple Tape
Fuck with Chef or the Ghost, get left with a purple face

[Kung Fu sample]
"Too bad. Your courage will be the death of you."
**************************************************
Kiss the Ring[Intro: Raekwon, (Inspectah Deck), {Masta Killa}]
Suga, come here, ayo man, tell ya man
He better bring that fucking money here tomorrow, man
You, walk up in the joint with me, man
It's all real, yo, what up son?
Yo, hold the bottle, it's your night, nigga!
It's your night!
Yeah, mad bottles! Playboy! We out of here, man
(Step inside, kiss the ring — so salute, and toast to the best who done it)
{Give it up for the Wu-Tang Clan!}

[Chorus: Inspectah Deck]
When I step inside, kiss the ring, Wu Familia
La Cosa Nostra, it's our thing
So salute, and toast to the best who done it
Murder rap shit, I spit, for the vets who love it
When I step inside, kiss the ring, Wu Familia
La Cosa Nostra, it's our thing
So salute, and toast to the best who done it
Murder rap shit, I spit, for the vets who love it

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
By the time you read this letter
Your head gon' fly off your shoulder for lying
And I'ma be in bed like holders
Blood from a horse on your spread, you tried to play me now
I'm coughing up, dough on your head, you just a baby
See me in the flick in Zurich, I had to maybe with me
All these niggas stay in the 90's, getting rich
Rick Ruler robe on with rings, walking to the throne
Fronting like I know I'm the king, I live alone though
Buying up, China's Beemers, taking it to Simon's in Medina
Only just to blind you and leave ya
These young boys is crafted with aim, I bought 'em all
Fly ranches, 'cause they all stand beside me with flames
Regardless, yo, to making the classic
You gon' witness some of the tactics
Some died, live in the action
A live general when he walk, if he died, then we slide
Ninety thou' in the coffin, and take the child

[Chorus: Inspectah Deck]
When I step inside, kiss the ring, Wu Familia
La Cosa Nostra, it's our thing
So salute, and toast to the best who done it
Murder rap shit, I spit, for the vets who love it

[Verse 2: Inspectah Deck]
Black Jesus, check my walk, check my talk
Legend in the flesh and I rep New York
Crowned king, been down to bang, I'm House Gang
Knockout specialist, in and out the ring
Got dinner tables long as boats with old kitchens
And Wu-Tang logos splashed on all the dishes
You know how I speaks the truth, how I teach the youth
I'm an animal, I beast the booth
Been grinding, banging out for food to eat
Your boy still eating good, check my new physique
Since the world is mine, I'ma write my name on the clouds
So that all yee faithful, can praise it and bow

[Verse 3: Masta Killa]
Now he's an old Mafia don, from back when
He managed to survive the game, ducking fame
It's how he maintained, the State of Grace, kept his lab laced
Ladies of a fine taste, kept his place guarded
While the young charted, found acquitted, all charges
And his heart loss and, marksmen take the contract
From the contact, waiting for the right event, it all made sense
He left no prints on the weapon, and he was blasting
Came home from prison stashing, still stacking
His whip still matching his kit, steel flashing
Hands quick, nice with his shit, three holy foods drops jewels
From a street corner level, young brother, I'ma rebel
Here to instruct private soldiers to buck arms
Y'all rap cats had your last win, toast the kings
It's Wu-Tang, it's our thing, kiss the ring

[Chorus: Inspectah Deck]
When I step inside, kiss the ring, Wu Familia
La Cosa Nostra, it's our thing
So salute, and toast to the best who done it
Murder rap shit, I spit, for the vets who love it
When I step inside, kiss the ring, Wu Familia
La Cosa Nostra, it's our thing
So salute, and toast to the best who done it
Murder rap shit, I spit, for the vets who love it
**************************************************
Surgical Gloves[Intro: Raekwon]
Eight million stories, nigga
Take y'all niggas somewhere, man
Y'all niggas never heard niggas rhyme like this before, man
This ain't no Wizard of Oz shit neither, man
For real, man
Ayo

[Verse 1]
Surgical gloves, snubs in the grass with his blood
"Homie, hold that", the four black
We black down, Gold Jag'
Ol' laughing, yo, "Yo, what the fuck happened?"
"They clapped him in the scalp, it flew that way"
"Yo, why they capped him?" It went through his lap
Snatched his Audemars Pig-et, took his man gold, get at
He painted it, slayed blocks, aiming it, hit a child
This is foul, but he styled with his flamer, flaming shit
Teddy with the red Range, supercharged Kangols
Rae and Ghost CD in his change, yo
Angel, Spanish kid lingo, all I know is where he hang, though
Kept it sideways, angle
Good brush, tough talk, keep it real, daddy, got them thing-os
I respect on how the game goes
The same goes for get-fresh niggas, test niggas
Extra blessed niggas with them egos
We blow you out your peacoats
Haha, ah, dios míos, we get them twelve a ki, yo
Keep it moving, slide off in the G-Os
"Freeloaders, the D's over
Your shit won't sell no more, breeze over"

[Chorus: Raekwon]
Money, gear, drugs, guns, Goodyears
All my niggas sit, smelling the tears
Cooking snow white, it's just the poor life
Never living off fear, we all millionaires, now where my shares?
(Money) You know the code, drug money, gear money, baby
(Money) You know we fold the stash holders, cash blowers, yeah
(Money) So when the D's come, we float and grab the boats, yeah
(Money) Spend off, I got my win off, have a potent year

[Verse 2]
Yeah, X6 is red, up in Albany with the dreads
Bags of black, fuck the feds, papers in Arubas
Gold tuba from Bermuda in my living room spreads
Cameras, action, got the calico cranked
"Where the food at?", Hood jewelry on, I gots to do that
Long-chain hatchet flooded up, you knew that
Baby blue Mac, stones on the nozzle stick
Bulletproof Broccos with the Jew bitches, all I got is two cracks
Gazelle lenses, clear rude wraps, bagging every Ziploc
And my peoples sit around, cops split that
High potent white Kit-Kats, we sell up in the hood
Going door to door, every floor, every get back
My gangsta shit, get gats, for every man
"Here go a gram
Meet me by my drophead and drop your lid back"
Forty-seven quick claps (Spray off on something)

[Chorus: Raekwon]
Money, gear, drugs, guns, Goodyears
All my niggas sit, smelling the tears
Cooking snow white, it's just the poor life
Never living off fear, we all millionaires, now where my shares?
(Money) You know the code, drug money, gear money, baby
(Money) You know we fold the stash holders, cash blowers, yeah
(Money) So when the D's come, we float and grab the boats, yeah
(Money) Spend off, I got my win off, have a potent year

[Outro: Raekwon]
Spray on one of y'all, man
Streets is mine, nigga
You know what we do, for real
Straight up
It's how we playing right now, man
'Cause the streets, man
Streets is making y'all niggas see, man
But some of y'all is blind
For real
**************************************************
Casablanca[Intro]
Stop touching the fucking door man
You so fucking paranoid man
What's the matter with you man?
It's like a nigga could write for hours
And get real theatrical wit' this
Understand? Telling you kid
I got stripes when it comes to this right here
Y'all know my repertoire
It's dangerous, and the cats I roll with is dangerous
And they ain't your regular average cats
Here we go

[Verse]
A-yo; It's all elegance
He spoke third power style high intelligence
A young man handle the game like Merrill Lynch
3 A.M. breathing, leaning in gates
I mean creaming
Selling these cakes in slabs like Land O' Lakes
Fiends beaming, steaming
Associated with names and demons
All apparent reasons
We live here the gate blew in a year
Sort of like time share where crime, sport it like I shine yeah
Rainbow dough was the M.O
So many flavors yo
Buy your neighbor off underwater vault
Then I met him, Colombian name Flako
Had the whole block locked selling tons in Morocco
Wristwatch Vacheron Constantin - nigga dead up
Sniff the rawest mist mixed wit 7up
Had a black wiz spoke German
Higher learning burning
Ask Vernon got a bed set bought a black jet
Bitch large percentage on her rich motor lodge
Lost her arm, shot with a AK up in the south
Paramedics rocked her
Said she had connections out Anartica
Barrels of juices from Florida
Can't forget live dusthead centerfoldin
Out in Club Med butt ass laying like she dead
Wise guys fell for her ambiance
Pull it together, black renaissance Queen Elizabeth aunt
Crazy swift Cristal murderer
Guzzle the shit like she dying kid
Showing off her diamond
Flashbacks now it's me and him again
Last word I caught
'Put your money in we could have the shit bumping
That's federalo music
I caught the glimpse from the bitch
When she winched yeah Santa a grinch
She blinked twitched her nose then froze
Check your Rolls by the blow
It's time to roll nigga let's go
I thought about it broke the money down
What's the total count it, no count it over
In the mix day going slower
Nope not time to motor
He estimated over me
Not being a crook, count it over
Yo only on the strength of my man
We ain't hit him with the strong hand
Gun him down leave him out in flatlands
He backhand smacked her
Threw her on the table jacked her
I broke out in laughter fifteen minutes after
Police knocked on the door
Looked out the window of my room
As your, nigga yeah that's yours
He opened up the door this nigga wilding
His bitch is in shock
Start smiling and speaking on Valen
Yo wisen up bitch this from the rich
Immobilize the game get your name right
Envelope came hype
Regards from the mayor you hype
Fuck right, lets fuck this money up
And get large and blow outta sight

[Chorus] (x2)
Wise niggas wake up, dead niggas lose
Who you gon' choose - me or him? - you a fool
Pay attention, fuck around meet the tension
See you in the next dimension, y'all niggas didn't listen

[Outro]
Wise niggas wake up, dead niggas lose
... you a fool
Pay attention, fuck around meet the tension
See you in the next dimension, y'all niggas didn't listen
Wise niggas wake up
**************************************************
We Will Rob You[Intro: Sample + Slick Rick]
"Who in the hell teaches you kung fu?
Your master must be an ignorant idiot as well!"
(Uncle Ricky, would you read us a bedtime story?)
Nah, kid, but I'mma give you one them old Raekwon crime joints
Feel me? We will, we will
We will, we will—here we go

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Well it was late one night, walking through the park
With my leathered down coat and Wallabee Clarks
Getting my step on, big shit, big six, big wrist
So much excitement in the air, I was crisp
Money suitcase, Louis joint
(yo, Rae, I'mma get some shit just like yours!)
Go make it happen, black God and get rich
Saw the D's fly by, in a New Yorker, yup, tints and shit
They made a right on me, them last two dicks
Know I seen 'em, Max loaded, jog right back to the car
They spun around again and blast their shit
I dropped a Backwood, a puff and then a 6-4-5
You'se a live nigga, you almost smashed your shit
I'mma don my way out the bitch, moving through the car
Nice and slow, two hoodies on and a golden pit
Nigga had a white eye, they both blacked down
What's the clown shit for? The dog jumped in the whip
It was a trained one, wops pointed at me (yo, nigga, freeze)

[Verse 2: GZA]
I told the Chef Raekwon, pump the brakes
Slow it down, you know these C-Cypher Punks scanned your plates
Release the seatbelt off the shoulders, a mile ahead
Then the vibe got a lot colder when the marksman said
"Black niggas in the Jeep, get the fuck out the car"
Put your hands where my eyes can see or suffer a scar"
He was a veteran, who kept, pepper spray in the canister
Donut shop lounger, thirty eight brandisher
On top of that, the blunt smoke just rang a bell
Of his bloodhound who had an acute sense of smell
Beef tripping, saliva dripping from razor sharp teeth
That was pointy as the daggers of the Indian Chiefs
Same cops known for extorting pimps and booking whores
Aimed Glocks at me and Rae, cause they was looking for
A few MCs wanted for a string of break-ins
Last seen, wearing long minks and snakeskins

[Hook: Slick Rick]
We will, we will, rob you
We will, we will, Glock you
We will, we will, what? who? (not you)
Here we go

[Verse 3: Masta Killa]
You know my Clan done ran from Japan to Atlanta with stamina
Peace to Chef, Mr. Meth
Move it on your left, with the Iron Lung breath
Ghostface Kill', U-G ill
Deck so real, Dr. Ason Unique, the medic
Ahh, Allah Just, The Abbott, y'all niggas can't forget it
You might catch a Cap if your shit ain't Street
Allah Mathematics make the cypher complete
See knowledge is the foundation of existence
To know starts the spark of the flow
Wisdom activation of the Nation moving
Wise words, show and prove or understand the 13 letters
And the Masta, culture be the way of life
Freedom is reward, who will pay the price for the power
Spending hour after hour, preparing his self
For the hour, now look how refined
When the mind and body is one, every part of me
Supreme equality, manifest the nature of self
G-O-D, now build and add on to the truth
Destroy the bullshit, born incomplete
**************************************************
100 Rounds[Skit: Unknown man]
Yo, what up D? Huh?
You bought that from Tower Records?
What's that, let me see that bag
Get the fuck off, get the fuck off it
Come here man, what the fuck I...(banging)
Like that nigga, give me that man
You dead on this purple tape nigga you dead on that
Fuck outta here (gun cock)

[Intro: Raekwon]
Niggas think I can't sell five million? Y'all niggas is mad
Y'all must not know the work I put in on this
For real, that's for real for real (ha ha)
Represent, flick it up all day nigga, Immobilarity
Y'all know my work, this category is raw

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Aiyo slash your position, verbal mic physician
Blow lines like chimes in the kitchen
God Cer-Vega, straight up stomp that fake out
What, he biting everything, biting his nuts
We slang like champions, caught me in the outlet in Hamptons
Style it out, throwin four thousand out
Swimsuit mammal get high, float flammable
Drop off in a Benz boat lampable
Rear like hittin a deer
Playin Cuban Linx movin in the chair, he got a ear
No question all brolic guerillas stand up
Whoever large throw a hand up, throw a grand up
Let's like multiply connect both sides, big shit low rides glide
Everybody bump once
Yo Chef gonna throw ya'll niggas free lunch
Hit the L twice, need it once
Track be yelling like a whore, like a swelling on a sore
Or this rap Magellion on your jaw
I'm a night freak, boating on the weekends, ten a week
Flows spray it like Clinique, rich unique
Bitch you weak, contact Reek
We callin up Leek, yo he famous like Ali feet
Yo mystical,  rap Larry Davis with a pistol
And this you, you a student, fucking with a principal

[Hook x2: Raekwon]
Rollin like ten at a time, begin
Love revolves around a thin line, go against this, send mine
Lace you chase you down, let a hundred rounds race you
Now you went from brolic to a facial

[Verse 2]
Yo, ayo glass tree house
Yo, fiendin like a fuck in a green house
Rush and cut, chain cream out
Blow steam out
Rare like guccis in ears
Goose bears
Skied up, loving all my deustch years
Coat for broadway
Hundred and 39th all day
Got my chick rollin call her Parle'
20th century max like jail penitentiary
Nikki Barnes gon' lynch me
What, fruit flavored nikes
Benz 2000 the hype piece
Send half my love out to white peeps
Wu-Tang emblem, success, make a nigga tremble
Nine of us stand, nine resemble
Filling out tax reports
Look live up in Guess shorts
Bitches got love and support
Yo, leather jacket, yellow
Leather hat, mack it real mellow
New York state of mind, crime Othello
Wild zoo of bitches, burrow that's Staten
Yo we actin, Wud up we do that crack thing captain
Still camaflouge jackets
Mad rackets
Out yo we cap shit, picture that nigga mashin

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Yo,aiyo blowin more reason
For a season, wud up shortie jaw season
Baltimore hall bleeding
Take money, remember that ?dun gottori? son
Dripped out in Bahamas all bummy
Gain you out patriot
Portrait of my love mad shit
Now we with things, the long gray shit
Luke bitches in Barook
Cute big, fat bitches with Luke
Lex you need boots that switches
Flights over Iraq
Ironing my hat out, and 'lax
Connecting with diplomat cats
Harlem hustle connect, Iceberg varsity check
Rimmin well ice drool off my dick
Abe Lincoln president suites, lay eventually
Pinch me, I bought head from Monica Lewinsky
Arrest that hoodlum
Strong arm that the white gooden
Faggot nigga frontin, knew he wouldn't
Flexible impact rhymin professional
We staked out eatin all side vegetables
Prosperity rhymes, lines
Casians and Asians
Let's blaze niggas with the shine

[Hook]

[Outro: Raekwon]
Yeah word up, that's right ha ha
Ya'll be loving my shit, yea all the real niggas
Stand up, hey yo let me speak, let me speak
Yo this a new year right here
It's the 2 with the 3 zeros, hear me?
It's gonna get technical for real
Let's play the game right
It's jus a friendly game of baseball
Ha feel me? Hey yo Santanna, yo
Bring that suitcase in here kid
Let's count that, where it came from?
Where it came from? Rollin' like ten at a time...
**************************************************
Snake Pond[Kung-fu sample]
Very good!
Who are you?
We are from the Wu-Tang
Shaolin's the foundation
From which all kung-fu springs
Buddha's name be praised

[Raekwon]
I met him by Snake Pond, my hand on the flamer, my bomb
I park, Rae, Ghost, then lit up the bong
It's nightfall, nothing here, nothing to fear
Just got things to touch on, then he walked up weird
Walked in frail as stale, his eyes were soft
His face was pale, I looked at him kneel
Just wanna talk, you a deer, starting chasing him
He jumped in the tree, had grass in his ear
(I'mma kill you nigga, you gonna have to come down)
Little did he know I was a leader, a full bred eater
Jump in new V's, shopping, had the fever
Next stop Starbucks and Spiegels, Jags had diesel
Then she walked in, fly little diva
Niggas on the scheme for your gleam, they come from your school
A bunch of snake bites, they bitch smacked Shareen
She slid in the '09 Beemer, with that sex whore Sabrina
Forging checks, live in Medina
Thanks for the info, my kinfolk, listen, Miss Window
With the big pimple on her temple
Any more knowledge is college, you gave enough to be bounced now
She shot up in Chipotle, don't quote me
917, 646, you know it's war, bitch, can't dress for nothing, she fronting
Took a piss, roll up, let's twist, pulled down my pants
Good look, and shot through her tits
Now I gotta picture who I'm looking for, fake ass Brooklyn boy
I know his fucking family, fuck 'em all
I used to love brothers, now I hate 'em
Mostly them gator boys, who stunting and they never seen nathan
Me and my real soldiers who started it, won't play part of it
But I'mma get to the bottom, I got 'em
Newspapers saying they shot 'em, but on the low
I heard he shot himself
A trip, yo, the poison me, I come from the poison bees
Where mothers run old nightclubs with tons of ki
Old lady holding them G's, dope fiends, holes in they jeans
Magicians that can make blow green
I know his whole team, no craze, dough so low
I hit 'em off mean, now he wanna hold me, no bro, B
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M&N[P.U.R.E]
Yeah; Majestic, marvelous, mind over matter more
My murderous militant mutilate millions
Monsters with the most masculine muscle
Maxing in a major way, munching making more moves maintainin’

[Raekwon]
Multimillion dollar mansions manufactured melanin mud
Through this metropolis
Millimeters are met with the mufflers
My method is meditative musical medicine
With sergeant mentality mechanisms

[P.U.R.E]
I’m medicated materials methane meet the master massive
Y’all monkeys no match, make a mistake and get mauled by this mamba
Movin’ with the mobsters of Molotov
When I mingle in a midnight, moments are muggy

[Raekwon]
Mossberg, mind ya motion
Get molded in the morgue
Your mouth is muted, mockin’ my music
Got your wife mutilized, bank account minimized
The most malicious, ‘membered for meltin’ mics be my mission

[Chorus: P.U.R.E]
We millimeter speakers, M&N, back to back rap, relax
You featherweight cats can catch this
P.U.R.E one electric, we fine like coke that stretch quick
So aggressive, we got now, fuck who the next is

[Raekwon, P.U.R.E]
Narcotics, narcos, negotiate this nice diss
Nah, never that’s a negative, it’s nonnegotiable
Nemesis they need to fill the Nas
Nonchalant narrators
Navigatin’ niggas are nauseous, bro
Because they numerals are nathin’, none, nada
Nefertiti women neutralizing our nectar, they so naughty
Advise y’all nerves to be neutral, all of that nonsense
Should kick us not no wedding living off the land with no mans
Nah, level nostalgic, we notable, notice the nozzles
These nuclear nose brothers are nonsensical
Nuisance is not a necessity
We necessary, we the new nickel mans so just ask Nancy
Nominated and so notorious
Get ya neck broke for ya numbnut
Negligence your life is numbered
Highly respected, ninety-nine attributes
Now you know who’s recognized as the Nobles
Peace to Nova Scotia

[Chorus: P.U.R.E]
We millimeter speakers, M&N, back to back rap, relax
You featherweight cats can catch this
P.U.R.E one electric, we fine like coke that stretch quick
So aggressive, we got now
Fuck who the next is
**************************************************
Rock N Roll[Intro/Hook: Kobe]
Hey lil mama, I got some of that Bon Jovi
You know me, high flying in the air like living on a prayer
We're on the corner serving that rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll
Posted on the corner with the rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Willie Nelson nigga, we run flusty, crocodile hat
Cowboy rap, hammer game trusty
Diamonds on from Ghana, Boca retire in a yacht
With the middle name Lex, pop my llama
Movies get made in HD, let me get your eighty-three
I'mma scout faces so straight meetings
There's nothing you can do with my real niggas
Not the ones I rest my head with, my son a real crew piranha
Two wheels scooters, the new Rugers, floating through the Beverly Center
I count a ten up with my shooters
All these is high powered, Bob Dylan style, my niggas
Post it up, yeah frontin' at Mr. Chow's, titanium hustle, switch color
Most of them rich brothers are only on fucking and switch nuggets
Luggage is the real shit, who kill shit niggas is nothing
Blow a blunt, repeal shit

[Hook]
Hey little mama, little mama, I got some of that Bon Jovi
You know me, high flying in the air like living on a prayer
We're on the corner serving that rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll
Post it on the corner with the rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll
Hey little mama, have you ever took a hit of Mick Jagger
Yeah, better will blast ya now take it hit of this rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll

[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]
Yo, everything platinum, even my baggage
You want a platinum rock? Then go see Larry
He got the yellow hat, yellow Maxes Air, looking like me
With a yellow back, pretty long hair
Suck a dick like Karrine Steffans
With Bobby Brown on speed dial, his ex dial stay on the check-in
I got that Mickey, baby, little mama
I got the bomb, call me Tom Brady
Move like a running back, 21 Tomlinson
Know how to push it back, you should pay homage and
Shit is too potent, make you feel like vomiting
Your black/white birds can give me five like Donovan
Pop the champagne for the illest hustler in the game
I got the Pink Floyd, Ozzy all day
And I ain't even mention my deals yet
Cuz I don't wanna have you freaked out over this real shit

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Jim Jones]
(Harlem stand up, we in the building, let the birds fly
Rock star to my heart, anything else? Uncivilised, go)
Rock star like the Red Hot Chili Peppers
I can't front red tops got me feeling extra
I drop the top so I can show the stones
I got the sour so I'm Rolling Stones
I'm popping shit on my mobile phone
I never slip cause I keep the fully loaded chrome
And have my niggas even stay …
That's why we pour a liquor for the Grateful Dead, we miss you
Where I'm from, it's either guns or roses
And fuck with me you need a bunch of roses
And Lord knows I keep the Led Zeppelin
A nigga put it then we dead ressing
You can tell a bitch is still an e
We got that white girl nigga Sheila E
Diplomats we the Eagles(Killa!) we finna be greater than the Beatles

[Hook]
**************************************************
Canal Street[Skit: Raekwon (all voices)]
—"Yeah. Ayo, y'all ready, right? Aight. None of that fronting shit, neither, nigga, it's broad-day. Word up, the store is over there, nigga, let's go. Yeah, they got the big jewelry in the window. You seen that shit? You better come seen that other shit, right? Good good, that's me right there, ayo you—all you gotta do is just come with the bricks, son. I got a big brick in the motherfucking Louis bag, nigga. Take that, just smash the shit out. About four-five niggas gon' slip in."
—"Professionals. Immediately, nigga. What the fuck this nigga talking 'bout? Have I ever fronted on you nigga? Aight. Yo, you grab the three from him. You grab the heatholders. You grab the watches, nigga."
(*gunshots)
—"Move! Let's go. police, come on son! They right down the block, nigga."
—"Y'all got that? Good!"
—"Meet you at the train station. One, son!"

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
All of our fathers is bank robbers holdin' TECs
Eighths of hero'n, shooting in the steps
In the 60's, niggas was poor, check the revelation
Now, we rock 6-50s in the snow
AKs, ARs, wire jaws, say ours
YSL frames in the rain, Marvin Gaye on
Goose bubbles on, stuck in the huddle, tryna 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

[Hook: Raekwon]
Back to slinging every 45 minutes
Gs 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 want credit, niggas
Just a lifestyle, the holders with the drugs is dreaded
Just a typical day to get wiped out

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
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 patrons
Blood that flood the hall, every head'll drop
Jump in the Maybach, switch the station
These rap niggas is washed, 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, rings, and the fifths are stainless
Gun down your trooper, grenade your coupe up
Plain and simple niggas is poo-butt
Fuck with my crew, what? Either you shot or you cut
"Real nigga to real nigga, man, you know how we get down, man"

[Hook: Raekwon]
Back to slinging every 45 minutes
Gs 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 want credit, niggas
Just a lifestyle, the holders with the drugs is dreaded
Just a typical day to get wiped out
**************************************************
Have Mercy[Kung Fu sample]
You have to learn mercy
Otherwise, you will learn bad ways
You have been confined here for one month already
But you still haven't grasped this basic principle
I feel sorry for you, my boy

[Intro: Blue Raspberry]
I've been living in this world
Not knowing where I'm going (Knowing where I'm going)
This world ain't showing
That it's gonna get better, better (Yeah, it's gonna be trouble again)

[Verse 1: Beanie Sigel]
My days getting shorter, my nights getting longer
My cell getting smaller, my son getting taller
I exercise my mind, my body getting stronger
But my blood getting colder, heart getting harder
My chances for appeal, getting slimmer
My skin getting brighter, my hair getting thinner
See, when you stressed out, you could age fast in here (Have mercy)
I done seen weak niggas not last a year
So before lights out
I write my kids every night, kiss the stamp on the kite
Say a prayer, I hope it lands safe in this flights
I pray they sleep safe through the night
Try to teach my son right, give him some jewels
But it's hard to raise my boy from this visiting room
Many cells turned to prisoner's tombs
I just pray I don't die in here, and last night I almost cried a tear
(Have mercy)

[Hook: Raekwon w/ Blue Raspberry ad-libbing]
To all my gun holders, stand up, get it
Cuz when the killas come around, it's on
Bullets get blown, warn 'em and they re-up fast
Say some back shit, your flagship gone
Can't play the building no more
Can't hang around by the store no more
It's really on, you a dickhead
Now you a dead man with no hand
Now you can't believe you jammed

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
Between my six niggas, sixty years, stay in the crispy airs
Hundreds, blunted, we up top, switching lairs
Money equal power, horror equal real when borrowed
Ratchet barrel under your ears
Mean streets in the middays, they robbers, but life's so hard
Even the cops clutter us to starve us (Have mercy)
The killers is star struck, look at the cars and trucks
Rambo guns, it's hard to get luck
Whether fail or a come up, your number is up
Period, make you bleed Caesarean
Chop through your body, leave you right in the lobby
Hear me, kid? Extra holes right in your derriere
The blitzes, the rushes'll touch something, back in the cells
Two days later, yup, back in them cuffs again
Or leaning on the customers, hustlers, my hood illustrious
Marvelous raps, screw on mufflers (Have mercy)

[Hook: Raekwon w/ Blue Raspberry ad-libbing]
To all my gun holders, stand up, get it
Cuz when the killas come around, it's on
Bullets get blown, warn 'em and they re-up fast
Say some back shit, your flagship gone
Can't play the building no more
Can't hang around by the store no more
It's really on, you a dickhead
Now you a dead man with no hand
Now you can't believe you jammed

[Outro: Blue Raspberry]
Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh
It hurts my heart, to see what's going on
Young men dying now, children going when they're born
Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh whoa
Oh no, oh whoa, where is this world going to? I don't know
**************************************************
Nothing[Intro]
Fly money shit
Niggas always love this type of shit, nigga
You know what I’m sayin’?
This is for the fuckin skunks out there, nigga
For the fuckin robbers, nigga
And angry niggas, man
For real, man, it don’t stop
It never did, nigga, neither
Real rap, nigga
Let’s go in, nigga, stop playin’ with these niggas, man

[Verse 1]
Yeah, there he go flashing his armor
Army jacket jumping in new Fisk Karma
Project niggas low garments
Tolerance level is low
Dough fly through, yep we on it
Yeah
Scheming in the back of the Benzes
Hundred shot, AK, straight off your lenses
Do it again, screw-face a new face up again
This is how I know it’s a win
You know we pop rappers down and them broke actors
Tax athletes, yap you at the track meet, black
Keep it a thousand while we slap niggas right in they houses
Let’s take the jewelry off you want an ounce, kid
Real niggas know real niggas’ll blow
At any given second it’s real, gimme the go
And Imma tear one of y’all apart slow
Then scar you with one of these daggars and drag you through the snow

[Chorus]
When you take another man’s pride or put him outside his character
Got the Mac in his mouth, he yellin’
(I have nothing)
(I, I have nothing)
When you dealin’ with shorts that ain’t a lot, it’s just a knot
And your pockets on silt yellin’ “kill something now” because
(I have nothing)
(I, I have nothing)

[Verse 2]
Yeah, it’s one thirty, I’m worthy and dirty
Stepped off the elevator, spray game curvy
Strep throat, less flow herb me
Ready to catch somethin’, snatch somethin’ up, word to Ernie
Yeah, we hillbillies, all of the real willies
Smoke grass, pop mollies, call him a pill-billy
Catch him in the field, do him real silly
Puddle of blood in the mud, that’s for frontin’, lookin’ real leery
Grab the flex-and-relax niggas
Automatic tax, not askin’, get your jawbone fractured
We can make a mess or do it classy
I’m talkin’ to you, you in the red leather
Niggas wear lead leathers
He felt bad but respected me
Pass the watch and the chain off respectably
Moseyed off, ran through Schenectady
We ain’t amongst none of them niggas, all them niggas sex to me

[Chorus]
When you take another man’s pride or put him outside his character
Got the Mac in his mouth, he yellin’
(I have nothing)
(I, I have nothing)
When you dealin’ with shorts that ain’t a lot, it’s just a knot
And your pockets on silt yellin’ “kill something now” because
(I have nothing)
(I, I have nothing)
**************************************************
Rainy Dayz (Remix)[Intro: Raekwon]
Doin' this for 1996
Revolution is a trick, be aware

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Yo, yo, yo
I run with rich rap cats who run corners
They run through alleys, navy blue Bally's at the grand finale
Still in all, currency catches the eye of the youth
One time, play it on three corners of the roof
So we accept that, jettin' at nights
Don't ever wet that, drop the G-pack
How will I eat, black?
And brothers, flexin' labels like cables
White Sables, pressin' up, tryin' to make a debut
Hard times, when the God rhyme, I'm aimin' mines
'Cause he playin' mines
But we ain't related 'cause he raided mine
They see me lampin' up in 850's
With 360's, blowin' like 160, sellin' fifties
Due to the wicked, dice should never lie
Now that's a damn lie, movin' on standby, man, why?
The game, I mentally tear down the brain
Half of us are feelin' pain, big boy, let it rain
I guess my whole team is marvelous
Street life novelist, let it rain, dun, swallow this

[Hook x2: Raekwon]
You know how to love me, makes me feel so good

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
Yo, Guess down, a crazy new pair just for the new year
Wavy hair, plus we get much 'cause we on the air
Cristal wildin', my medallion stylin', it's like City Island
Relax, kid, while shorty profilin'
Until then, we gotta bend with the wind
Plus build again, writin' my friends, sendin' 'em line Timbs
I'm tired of robberies, pornography
Throw a pair of Wally's on post for live nigga photography

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]
Yo, yo, check out the hearsay, fake niggas rockin' the toupee
Frontin' on me and Chef, yo, it's dog day
Afternoon, I'm blowin' up your weak platoon
Leave you helpless, screamin' from all types of wounds
I be the expert, blowin' like a firework
Convertin' concepts that will nerve-wreck in concert
'Cause I write, and blast and slash your whole level
I'm hosed, I be challengin' pros for gold medals
Whatever, still remain sturdy like a leather
On Fridays, get your fresh fade from Mo' Better
Represent, my lifestyle is in like Flynn
Militant, the God's shit is very masculine
Mad tough, major bless stuff with nuff said
Ex-dusthead, now I'm puttin' heads to bed
Call me a legend, flexin' with the style of old
Carryin' loads of loot, mad rich, buryin' gold
Sabotage, thoughts of livin' large any day now
The Land to satisfy the whole garage
Back to the morrow, soon to make a novel
Born to be sellin' like Marvel Comic books for my survival
Beware, I'm hittin' like a snare from the Delphonics
Crushin' niggas, I be blowin' like economics
What's the... you're fuckin' with a deadly era
No fat, niggas be jettin' when they face terror

[Hook x2]
**************************************************
Live From New York[Intro: Raekwon]
Li-li-live from New York (2x)
Is you watchin what's on my motherfucking neck nigga?
Li-li-live from New York (2x)
Live from New York

[Verse 1:  Raekwon]
All white bolon, the allie pulled on
Kept his fade low, rocked suede in the snow, blue Tahoe
A wizard on the keyboard, eyes look bloodshot lord
Nevermind that, climb the award
In the system we just missed 'em
Came through banging nothing but Wu, the crowd blitzed 'em
Much love, autograph, carryin the champagne glasses
Crazy asses, niggas on his neck like ski masks
Chill Stephanie, axe slash through a little fifty and crash
I wanna drink, knew she'd pocket the cash
Buck summer night hype nigga, Iron Man blowin the mic
You motherfucking right, live highlight
Then I seen him, nigga was raw, stepped in
Bitches flexin' next to him, bad Mexicans
What up showin' you love, you got a real style
"Where you from?", "The Isle", that's Staten Isle, love no doubt
Oh God, he had a drink about a hundred
Some strange nigga think he had a range, God got blunted
Pay attention this essent' like sacks and macks
He did the knowledge, ran to the bar and grabbed stacks
Now the whole parties bubblin', niggas got love his bug
He had on one glove, rollin' up drugs
Him and his Vikings ran through, stopped played the back then they walked through, Live from New York where niggas hawk you

[Hook x2: Raekwon]
Gettin money and laced up, Live from New York
Gettin' reefer to blaze up, Live from New York
Gettin' niggas to dance and yellin', "Throw both hands up"
Won't pull your pants up, Live from New York

[Verse 2:  Raekwon]
Madonna money in our pocket, boating in a rocket
'Bout to blast off, we charged like a socket
Whips be cleaner than a fuck, jewels basically struck
Straight up brolic style laying in the cut
Bottles strictly Dom, ring the alarm
Rollie on the arm, arms crossed, new sneakers on
Fly shit, Nikes the majority
NYC state of mind and we talk with authority
5 Boroughs is thorough, still out of town playing mellow
I thought I seen Shallah suede yellow
Rippin' it, new six flippin' it
Shorty is drip dippin' in it when she sit, throw dick in it
Came to conclusions, what's the solution when you're losin'?
Respect mine, now from the foul line
Streets is a part of us, teaching the seeds through the heart of us
Some get locked, that's a scar on us

[Hook x3: Raekwon]
Gettin money and laced up, Live from New York
Gettin' reefer to blaze up, Live from New York
Gettin' niggas to dance and yellin', "Throw both hands up"
Won't pull your pants up, Live from New York
**************************************************
Mean Streets[Intro: Raekwon (man)]
(Ayo, Chef?) What up, my nigga?
(Yeah, man, I gotta give you the 411, shit is straight 911, word)
It's $2.50, nigga, back the fuck up! Talk to me...
(Word, them blue ninjas is everywhere
Word, watch ya back, Protect Ya Neck and all that shit, man
Thirty nine motherfuckers already got scooped up
Indicted, word, I'm bird eye viewing it right now
Out there out the motherfucking window)
You got the strong scoopers out there?
(Word, five book store buses out front
All them young boys are certified, they ain't rentals)

[Hook x2: Suga Bang Bang]
Run these mean streets from Cali to New York
Who could ya trust? Niggas they do talk
Running from the feds and out of state troopers
Look up ahead, you know we got sharp shooters

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
The blocks is molded, step up ya sword piece
Moving through them housing with more ki's
Rembrandts is fresh from Scotland, crisp hats, Cristal bottles
Niggas want the problems, we back
It's time to take over the game, it's nothing
I live on the line, from corner to castles with pawns and capsules
Scramble and find, my money's up, I'm praying for war
I do this all the time, all the time, all the time
Faces of Doom, sling in the lobby
Swinging cooked raw, if you played the field you was not leaving
Fast-pacin' for CREAM chasing team
Trying to come through the hood and lie, get left for dead naked in Queens
Let them other niggas wear that, we take the credit
While we was shopping for more Nikes and off-whites
Heroin stirrers, the crib, cracked mirrors
Career thugs who serve only judges and jurors
Got to make my money this year, whether it's through rhyming or criming
I'll be on the line with my iron
Promised them llamas'll fly fast, quick at pirahnas
Trying to intervene, get caught dead, no head in pajamas
You live like a slouch from vouchers
Nobody mad, you was a fake, dead, die with no trousers
Cause you crossed the line like Miller's Crossing
Off with ya dome, I walked you through the woods, we both smoked a bone

[Hook x2: Suga Bang Bang]
Run these mean streets from Cali to New York
Who could ya trust? Niggas they do talk
Running from the feds and out of state troopers
Look up ahead, you know we got sharp shooters

[Verse 2: Inspectah Deck]
Mean streets...
Just when I thought I was out, they pulled me back in
The streets stay flooded with crack rocks and Mac shots
The scenery's money, guerrillas in the back drop
The livest'll pop, the weakest get chopped where they stand
Singing the judge's name, dropped in the stand
Drug money kills, blood on my bills, mud on my Nikes
Only buying with the couple that I trust with my life
Twenty four sev' ducking the feds, infrared wtih lead
Gamble with off track betting instead
In my hood anybody can get it, and everybody want it
Cutthroat executives, the corners, the office
And the thought is to be boss of all bosses
The cost is ya life, swimming with sharks and orcas
So keep ya guards up, or get scarred up
It's a Cold World, I told you with Allah Just'
The bigger the funds, the bigger the guns that's blazing
It's sick in the slums and niggas are stunting for nathin'

[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]
Ayo, my gun been in more niggas mouths than a whore had dick
With creamy nuts on the side of her jaw
It's Rigatone, nigga, sliding through airports
Riding on niggas like MJ, same day I rocked you, comprende?
Yeah, I'm kinda off cuz my guns was dirty
That last joint that hit you, kid, you made the top thirty
Early, walk with me and strap with a vengeance
More or less Ghostface Killah'll stretch you out like mad words in a sentence
Smell the gas burning (yeah) feel the fire (word)
Real talk, it's not that bullshit from The Wire
It's them disco kids that clap iron
Champion hoods, if ya coke don't freeze, my face is not worth frying
We crack eightballs with pool sticks
Bungee jump off a mountain of bricks
Fuck you up if you slinging those nicks
Tony Stark's from the octagon, my ox is on
Snap Matt Hughes' neck with my boxers on

[Hook x2: Suga Bang Bang]
Run these mean streets from Cali to New York
Who could ya trust? Niggas they do talk
Running from the feds and out of state troopers
Look up ahead, you know we got sharp shooters
**************************************************
Penitentiary[Intro: Raekwon]
"Come here, pussy
Prosthetic heart-ass nigga, yo
Where them Levi's at, man, that I left on your bunk, nigga?
Don't stand on the side of this bunk no more, man, for real
You see them Rae and Ghost flicks over there, nigga?"
"Yo, son, don't take no more flicks!"
"Don't touch them shits, nigga
Word up, I'ma break both chains on ya ass, nigga"

[Intro 2: Ghostface Killah & Bundy]
"Ayo, Bundy, make sure you crack Cell No. 5 fifteen minutes early"
"Yeah, yo, I got you, you want some of these donuts?"
"Nah, I'm good, just make sure you handle my man right. One!"

[Verse 1: Raekwon & Ghostface Killah]
We up at Three Mart, blowing little dust to lift the branch up
The watch he had was Bulgari, golden
Spanish kid let him hold it
He said he hit him with three cartons of menthols
The kid let him roll with it
The face had snow in it, the bass in his voice
Now, he's acting like he ain't rich and poor in it
Crock pots are steaming, Jasmine rice and Jack Mack
With cornflake batter, it's cold in here
10:45, we lock in, pull out the headphones
Jump in the bunk, the tunes is knocking
Knowing all my goons is clocking
Two C.O.'s is on the catwalk—"Yo, Spoons, what's popping?"
"Yo, it ain't nothing, baby, you cool?"
"Yeah, I'm getting that rest
You know that G.E.D. shit with the school?"
"True, guess that's what it do
But on the low, I got two big GemStars I'm sliding to you
Matter-fact, they gon' hide in your food
All you do is push the grits out the way
Then you get up and move
Go to sleep, nigga, go 'head and rest
I'ma finish my count, I'ma set you out later, my dude; one!"

[Hook: Raekwon]
Mop-wringer magic, mess hall murder's the best
Come through the yard, getting fed lead burgers (Yo)
Testing anything with bling, fresh sneakers
We the best teachers, true, watch me move in the clink

[Verse 2: Raekwon & Ghostface Killah]
Six A.M., the cells unlock
Horn the child, I'm half-sleep, yo, hearing the pots
I see the same ice grills
Bum niggas talking to me with cold in they eye
I can't finish my meal
Under the grits, two pieces of steel
Then Spoon had left; we got guns though, we trying to chill
Big Will walked in—him and Seville
With blood in they eyes, early bird, like they ready to kill

[Hook: Raekwon]
Mop-wringer magic, mess hall murder's the best
Come through the yard, getting fed lead burgers
Testing anything with bling, fresh sneakers, we the best teachers
True, watch me move in the clink
Mop-wringer magic, mess hall murder's the best
Come through the yard, getting fed lead burgers
Testing anything with bling, fresh sneakers, we the best teachers
True, watch me move in the clink
**************************************************
Can’t You See[Sample]
You are gone, it is hard for me to leave carry on
'Cause I know that you are far away, far, far away
Far away, far far away today
Baby won't you...

[Intro]
RoadsArt waddup
Let me tell y'all a story, man
Listen man, from here

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
I'm tired of fishscale wars stayin' in all green
New Balance sneaker, white wranglers on the scene
We was youngsters, 80's babies getting in shit
Stolen cars, fell from monkey bars, flippin' and shit
Little thieves fresh out the P's
Broke heads is sled, slidin' through, two' five in my sleeves
Eggs and cheese, young niggas, by any means
We was saved watching Malcolm and Martin
Hold them things police, freeze, niggas is jettin'
No time for off track bettin', we was wetting niggas
Take these gunshots, sippin' rum shots on the roof
Hibernating blow with ease
Better needs, the father seeds, cutting school, dippin' but truancy Ds
Influenced me with trees
Blue and cream, sat back, all I know is how to dream
Check the theme, watch the playboys run with kings

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
Now it's all about good livin', raising my children
I done seen the flames, escaped from the hell storms
Credentials of a high chief, blowin' on that potent broc' leaf
My old earth got a chance to see a black man run the white house
She shows her bright teeth, oh what a beautiful sight
But still some livin' strenuous through the struggles are unbearable
To ease the pain and eagerly seek the preacher for parables
To stop the rain and hoping somewhere to bring some sunshine
I'm livin' proof that it's possible, any obstacle, you face it
Can be erased son, don't let it conquer you
Throughout my journey had some snakes in my past
But I couldn't let 'em strike me and catch the Devilish germ from them
But the lesson was valuable, yeah, I learned from them
If they ain't godly, they wicked, there's no concern for them
Know in a good space, more connections with more cake
Before I let somethin' come between a nigga I burn some'

[Outro: Raekwon]
Aiyo, burn some', kid
See if a man can flip himself inside out par
He fall out and die if you see all this shit that's going on man
It's real
**************************************************
Crown of Thorns[Verse 1: Raekwon]
From shooters in buildings to coupes in the pavilions
Play wealth, keep your health and your heart first
The belt that's been passed on the last car collision and cracks
We was there rolling up, holding duffle bags, that's facts
Blood on his Fila's, [?] Levi's
Laid there, two chains on, where's the throne
I was slick, like poets who know his shit, cold as shit
Thugs that stay loaded then blow throughout the global quick
Fast money and sneakers, cool out king silks on
Right in front of the Flash Gordon, you crabs goners
Stealin' styles so we taxed him out on Billy Childs
The bodies was ripped from water, twist the chalice
A grown folks game to the older folks
Grey haired gangsters rockin' New Balance
See the chodes, a few challenges
Money spill, heads tumble, thugs rumble, drugs crumble
But still I'm still upon in bankers trust, thankin' us
Preparing my speech, pulled up in a peach Corniche
Seats are burgundy, soccer gear and Louis cleats
Hand me my medals, Pussy he just laughin' at us
I know you wanted my bitch, but money won't attract it
They trained, pullin' pistols see the aims
It's desert shark, that blow apart flesh and bones when it starts
The originator, cuban linx chains, diamonds and Clark's
Swim on this crime wave where bags of money get washed

[Chorus]
They say Loyalty's golden and it will make you rich
Well, I'm royal, my cloth is purple, I never switch
High chief, low eyes and hella jewels
Word from the wise, it's time to rise and show and prove

[Verse 2]
Getting money is easy, keeping it that's the hard part
Creeps and scavengers roam the land, call 'em aardvarks
Go ahead and try me now, filthy rich Africans
From the slums' glorious days, I bring the action in
Long hair Brazilians love swallowing my childrens
Self made poet, poetry constantly bringin' millions in
Scratch that small talk, meetings with the higher ups
Walls necessary, cemetery bitch and bury chumps
Spark [a branch] and sip the champagne for the pain
Let's celebrate, this duffel bag snatch your dime piece bag another coffin though
From the era where the code is 'never trust a hoe'
My advanced stride is the coldest, yo
Ritual's get the bread and stay upon your square
For the leeches and the sly foxes please be aware
'Cause they will pray upon your shortcomings
Jeopardize the family's heir
Here's the first glass, sip it to hell, I'll see you there

[Chorus]
They say Loyalty's golden and it will make you rich
Well, I'm royal, my cloth is purple, I never switch
High chief, low eyes and hella jewels
Word from the wise, it's time to rise and show 'em proof
**************************************************
Dart School[Intro: Raekwon]
Don't open that fucking safe, nigga
Yo, lord, yo, nigga what up
All this shit right here, turn that shit down, nigga
This school is the hardest school, B, what Dart School?
You know how to get a taste, man, calm down, man

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
So much colors on my ice, freeze the ghetto man
Me and my microphone knifed up in the Meadowlands
Skinny chain on, family, that's thirty grand
Dirty crown in position, yeah, worthy man
Bezels is like metals, nigga, hold the Phantom
Convertible roof, hard headed, angry amber
If I'm pitching, giving bricks out to baby Rambo
I'm on Rodeo with yae yo, fifty baby hammers
The new shits that blow a building up, crazy damage
If it's priors, I do my own dirt, spray the cameras
So many soldiers, no soft niggas in the slammers
We run wild like 'lo gazelles and baby pandas
Small nigga with his gun rum, crazy gamblers
I'm uptown fronting, the fans know what gave me grammers
So when it's over I'mma fly to my lady mansion
And get riced up, some Japanese baby salmon

[Hook: Raekwon]
Blowing holes in your tipi, little wise ass
We disguised as, some niggas who gon' rob, blast
Paint thousands of pictures, this my drive, smash
Guillotines, wolverines, fly assassins
Blowing holes in your tipi, little wise ass
We disguised as, some niggas who gon' rob, blast
Paint thousands of pictures, this my drive, smash
Guillotines, wolverines, fly assassins

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
Back and dogging this mic, give me my gwop, homey
I rhyme for under the stairs niggas who hate phonies
Keep it funky, I got to, it's kings only
Timberlands, hard denims, rings only
Rock a big ass gun, when you come from me
Your president of your country, yelling 'big dummy'
Chef a fly ass nigga, he cook every Sunday
He had a beef on the runway, making shit ugly
I had on alligators clarks, camouflage rugby
Bad bitch from Brazil, who fuck, never suck me
We was cooling in the Trump section, throwing bubbly
Got my niggas with the guns out, bowling lovely
When it's on, you gon' remember, ooh, you made him hungry
Top three of the east, nigga, well what, what, B
Pay for that mil, for real, max comfy
Or you'll be one of them niggas that say "son me"

[Hook]
Blowing holes in your tipi, little wise ass
We disguised as, some niggas who gon' rob, blast
Paint thousands of pictures, this my drive, smash
Guillotines, wolverines, fly assassins
Blowing holes in your tipi, little wise ass
We disguised as, some niggas who gon' rob, blast
Paint thousands of pictures, this my drive, smash
Guillotines, wolverines, fly assassins
**************************************************
Young Boy Penalties[Verse 1]
Call 'em a lobbyist, he stay parked, this is obvious
He won't leave the block, his people gon' copy this
18 wildin', no cream that's sloppy shit
Need a real nigga to tell him that's jalopy shit
Wrong moves, yeah that old ass Monopoly shit
You need to play chess and kill all that cocky shit
You not hard, you just on some fake Rocky shit
One day nigga gon' smack out your choppers, kid
Yeah we all know that lockin' ain't watchman shit
Skinny jeans, long Timbs, ain't poppin' shit
Just real yeah, general with stocks and shit
Stocky, no Glock, just hand full of rocks and shit
They hold L's and get craned, that's popular shit
Gold ghost on some Phantom of the Opera shit
Take a ill toast and shop, buy more Glocks and shit
Stay away from petty ass slimes who watch your shit

[Hook] x2
Young boy penalties, when will you learn
Young boy penalties, when will you learn
Catch young boy penalties, when will you learn

[Verse 2]
Ay yo, no morals at all, you lost shorty
Don't know which way to get on, come on shorty
You should've stayed around on the real, get lost shorty
Now they sendin' your ass upstate for 40
You wouldn't listen, now you just runnin' in Jordies
Frontin' in the back of the building passin' 40's
You ain't just built for war, you for the ball leagues
But you'd rather front with them four niggas that's corny
Never get money, they sit yappin' they jaw-pieces
That's when they get broke, cracked in 44 pieces
Meet you by the store for the one vision of glory
Then I'mma tear your face off, it's mandatory
I ball forever, through any category yo
It's like a fresh Gucci mock against a Maury
Catch me in a pool full of sharks, I wrestle surely
The realest, fresh off the block with the porgies

[Hook] x2

[Outro]
Word, gotta school y'all little branch face ass niggas, man
Stop fuckin' actin' like you're listenin' to the wrong niggas, man
And keep them 71 characters out of your body too, man
Niggas is just fuckin' up the whole poster right now, man
**************************************************
Visiting Hour[Intro: Andra Day]
I wanna be where you are
Where you are

[Hook: Andra Day]
You see my heart won't let up
I'm trying not to fall
Wish I could write you a letter
I know you heard it all before
What I mean
What I want is
I want to be where you are
Where you are
Safe from harm
In your arms
In your

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Got to stay on my feet, I can't slip
Remain focused because these vultures are lurking
Praying I don't win
But they can forget about it because I ran for this
Yeah tears and sweat devoting my life I planned for this
Keeping the slammer close, I'm not alone
Smoking that black cabbage
Making my enemies go poof begone
So the facts is
Money make niggas throw rocks at the throne
I'm thinking
Spoilin' their action
Reality is I mean business
Please stay out my way
For real I'm serious, negativity out my space
I wear grown man britches, this is no child's play
Making haters love me
So our relationship is love/hate
See I describe great
And you despise that
Putting pressure back in this game
Word from this live cat
Niggas besides that
I'm from a place where most don't make it out alive
And homicide can't even buy that

[Hook: Andra Day]
You see my heart won't let up
I'm trying not to fall
Wish I could write you a letter
I know you heard it all before
What I mean
What I want is
I want to be where you are
Where you are
Safe from harm
In your arms
In your

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
Some of my niggas is still taking penitentiary chances
Life lessons
They never learned whether they lived or die
They not concerned
Caught in the system
Flips, they got mouths to feed
By any means they got to earn
Who am I to knock 'em
If they cover their faces stocking
Run up in the spots and let the Glock kick
That used to be me
Young, ruthless, and carefree
Until I seen the bigger picture
Shifted, my way of thinking
That 25 to life is real
So is the casket once it close on you
Word to the youth
Its not a game, cause life'll swerve on you
And she's a bitch
And could care less about the nerves on you
To either what I'm saying
One day it might change your life
From poor to rich living
Better fresher in white leather
From out the hand me downs
Flashing high-priced threads
Matching the foreign cars in the driveway
Living that wealth forever
From me to you young world
Here's my letter

[Hook: Andra Day]
You see my heart won't let up
I'm trying not to fall
Wish I could write you a letter
I know you heard it all before
What I mean
What I want is
I want to be where you are
Where you are
Safe from harm
In your arms
In your

[Outro: Andra Day]
Coming from the city where they run out
You know I seen it all before
I ain't here to judge you, I've been down
You know I done it all before
Coming from the city where they run out
You know I seen it all before
I ain't here to judge you, I've been down
You know I done it all before
**************************************************
Baggin’ Crack[Verse: Raekwon]
Chopping like a lumberjack, up in the gate
One plate, a rock on the table, moving that flake, yeah
Fiends start hitting my shit, paranoid
He got the convoy all up in his crib, one nigga sick, fuck it
Let's get this money, got the razor, clack it in my jean jacket
A little scale, some baggies and a mean ratchet
Now, I start bagging away, fiends is coming, yo
Took off my shirt, murked that-a-way
"How many you want?" "Like seventeen"
"Shits is golden, daddy"
Play your part, little soldier (Fuck)
Better beaming, now, we start blazing the place
Coke all on my skin
Eyes is burning, now I"m wiping my face
"This shit's good, right? Best in the town
My little Dominican man and them blessed me
Big prices, let me wrestle them down
Keys is like twenty a joint; for you—give me fourteen
Flood theem with dimes, and give your niggas joints"
Suge Knight the building, take the town over
Then I woke up
It's blood on my left thumb, I bagged over
Now, I start casing the crib, base-ing (Yo, yo)
Eighty a gram, kicked off the PlayStation
Now, the whole lab is mine
First niggas was lying, mad hundreds start rolling in line
Yo, the shit's love, shakes in a dimensional caps
You want sick love, buy like one invincible pack
You get this stuff, you gon' see residuals back
You just a dig-dug, you can't even hit me with facts
I just bugged on 'em, played the rug on 'em
"Two for nine, you my nigga, got love for 'em"
We hit it in the process, ahh, yes, and this is destined
Flashback to his culture—he Mexican
"You all that, slick politician with your raw rap
You can sell from anywhere to jail—nigga, fall back
You be stashing shit all in the mailboxes, all that
You just as real as the niggas on the call-back"

[Outro: Raekwon]
"Yo, son, relax, man. We got a lot of G to choose, son. For real, man, here go four more, man. Word up, man. Go wash your hands, man, word up, man. Go—Go pour me some juice or something.. Word up, man. Come see me, though—for real, for real. Yellowbacking rabbithead motherfucker."
**************************************************
Wall to Wall[Intro: French Montana]
My nigga Raekwon talkin', uh-huh
Everythin' you want you don't need
And don't believe everythin' you read
And only half what you see

[Pre-Hook: French Montana]
I said I won't, I don't need it, yeah
Don't believe everythin' you read, yeah
Only half what you see, yeah
Man, this shit is what it is, yeah, ooh

[Hook: French Montana]
It's "Hello", oh, Lord
When you're tryin' to bail out, who to call?
Your bitch turned down, this shit is love
Me and my niggas fill up, we goin' to war
We goin' to war (wall to wall)
My money's stacked up (wall to wall)
My shows' packed up (wall to wall)
Her ass stepped up (wall to wall)
Got my money up, we goin' to war

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Clear view, dark tints, hustle by the park bench
White top, blue tops, niggas I don't call friends
'Til they called it love
Called my niggas, grabbed their hammers
'Bout to go to war
Prices on your head, I'm a spend it
Everythin' in that showroom, nigga, I was in it
On my son, I was in it, I was in it
Dirty money, ten chains, I be shinin' every minute
I'm shinin' every minute
Soft to the hard rock, Hard Rock Casino
Me and shorty watchin' Nino in the hardtop
I done counted ten mills when that ball dropped
Me and Chinx poppin' bottles out in Far Rock

[Pre-Hook: French Montana]
I said I won't, I don't need it, yeah
Don't believe everythin' you read, yeah
Only half what you see, yeah
Man, this shit is what it is, yeah, ooh

[Hook: French Montana]
It's "Hello", oh, Lord
When you're tryin' to bail out, who to call?
Your bitch turned down, this shit is love
Me and my niggas fill up, we goin' to war
We goin' to war (wall to wall)
My money's stacked up (wall to wall)
My shows' packed up (wall to wall)
Her ass stepped up (wall to wall)
Got my money up, we goin' to war

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
Frozen fishscale, you better go to Ishmael
Tiger-skin hammer, sittin' by the Benz grille
Knots of hundreds; it's lunch, kid, play fair
Say "yeah," feed your brother, be's a one, shit
Enough money to slum kids, kings with pillows
Leave your body, yo, under the dumpsters
Take money suitcases, bracelets, cake mix
Come out the hole, this is weight flicks
So much bread, we build lead houses
Run in the shed, see dead thousands
Faces, we call 'em big noses
Flashin' in the foreign shit
Grubbed up niggas is wasted

[Pre-Hook: French Montana]
I said I won't, I don't need it, yeah
Don't believe everythin' you read, yeah
Only half what you see, yeah
Man, this shit is what it is, yeah, ooh

[Hook: French Montana]
It's "Hello", oh, Lord
When you're tryin' to bail out, who to call?
Your bitch turned down, this shit is love
Me and my niggas fill up, we goin' to war
We goin' to war (wall to wall)
My money's stacked up (wall to wall)
My shows' packed up (wall to wall)
Her ass stepped up (wall to wall)
Got my money up, we goin' to war

[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
Yo, whip my feet up, gettin' manicures in a zap
And spectacular visuals
Niggas be camera-phonin' up my movement
Everythin' we do to sit and take precedents
While we go stackin' residuals
Niggas starvin' to know just how we do it
Absolutely be stayin' the money every night (Dracula)
Niggas, stay up in it like Jamaicans and stay in the maximum
Difficult to predict, I'm calculated like algebra
Cause the money traced back to them diamond mines out in Africa
We in the future with it though, closin' my eyes for pictures
Phone'd have me speak with holograms
When I'm buildin' with bitches
And then I bang 'em like body slammin', one-handin' 'em ishes
Like I was sellin' warheads and I'm baggage handlin' missiles
Fuck it, decided to blow an M just bein' silly
With a bob and a step and a charisma like I sit on a billi
And for the five percent with the science
And the ones that really get me
I got a lot to do with civilizin' and countin', I'm busy

[Pre-Hook: French Montana]
I said I won't, I don't need it, yeah
Don't believe everythin' you read, yeah
Only half what you see, yeah
Man, this shit is what it is, yeah, ooh

[Hook: French Montana]
It's "Hello", oh, Lord
When you're tryin' to bail out, who to call?
Your bitch turned down, this shit is love
Me and my niggas fill up, we goin' to war
We goin' to war (wall to wall)
My money's stacked up (wall to wall)
My shows' packed up (wall to wall)
Her ass stepped up (wall to wall)
Got my money up, we goin' to war

[Outro: Raekwon]
Salute, salute, yeah
Montana, what up, baby?
Word up, you know what it is, my nigga
Louis Rich right here, baby
Yeah, you know what this is, nigga
**************************************************
Butter Knives[Kung-fu sample]
They say he's a swordsman
They say he's a swordsman

[Intro]
Back to that fly shit, Silicone Valley good shit, right here, boy
More money on this rhyme right here, boy
Take y'all back to the front of the motherfuckin' 1-6-Ooh shit
Yo, lord, that first Wu shit
You know what it is, it's that motherfuckin'
Special made, high powered, special made forces
What up what up what up, a-yo, a-yo

[Verse 1]
Chef that fly with a meat cleaver, swing on a young nigga
Smack flames at him, no gun neither
Leave him with a bump, what the fuck
("They say he's a swordsman") Get that little, nigga
Who give a fuck if he's a swordsman, I'm a gunman, I run from nothing
Chain came from rent days and pumping
YSL with velours on, drawers is colorful
I do this, forever nigga, raw style
Lighting Phillies, fly by willies, can't come through
Unless your vehicle three hundred chain, silly
Laying in the park with the killers, the coupes, the villains
No rims, we just ball for the millions
The emperor of slang lords, kings get clapped in they dome
Get your throne rushed, and I ain't got a gun on
High power ninjas who touch you, lay a gun on
Drinking with the best of the hustling

[Hook]
I got butter knives, like you got butter knives
Come through huddling, run through the spot thirty times
All my niggas old school robbers, do what it do
I got a sixty-two, a black pair of goggles
Fila approaches, the Bee Hives, the vultures and the roasters
Can't come through with cedar toasters
It's going down, only in the town
Your heart get tested, and gunplay is only an investment

[Verse 2]
Flying shooters, eyewear rugers
Stars and swords in front of the building, five thousand students
Cocaine cops they know him ("They say he's a swordsman") You already know that, man
Diamonded up, double O sevens, come through, 1-8-7
Back to the Hill in a second, yeah
Sons jump in front of them bullets, push me up in the bullet
Stay cool, I got shit, where ya weapon?
Hurricane slammers, earthquake clips and cannons
Back of the building, with the jammers
Live well, eat well, Welcome to the Terrordome, sleep well
Who don't like beef? Keep shells
I flow with the souls of sharks and criminals in they heart
Play parts of this in detail
Well carried mannered, blampers, ninjas black down
Pop up on spots and vanished ("They say he's a swordsman")

[Hook]
I got butter knives, like you got butter knives
Come through huddling, run through the spot thirty times
All my niggas old school robbers, do what it do
I got a sixty-two, a black pair of goggles
Fila approaches, the Bee Hives, the vultures and the roasters
Can't come through with cedar toasters
It's going down, only in the town
Your heart get tested, and gunplay is only an investment

[Outro]
Get down, Lord!
They say he's a swordsman!
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Chop Chop Ninja[Kung-fu sample]
I want them to fight!
Sister... sister, get out of there!
If you kill them, we'll never know who's the best

[Hook: Estelle]
What are the true keys to being a ninja?
Dressed in all black, perfect vision, and that movement is in silence, ah
What are the true keys to being a ninja?
Dressed in all black, perfect vision, and that movement is in silence
This is Shaolin (Shaolin) this is Shaolin (Shaolin)
This is Shaolin, Shaolin, Shaolin
This is Shaolin, this is Shaolin
This is Shaolin, Shaolin, Shaolin

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
He threw a kick at me, I back-slapped him, I pulled out the mac
He kicked it out of my hand, how real that?
Yo, a place where niggas get it on at
I think it evolved around three hundred raps, thirty stacks
He had black on, yup, I was dusted, with all of my bangles on
Two rings clustered, shorty black
He was there, this my nigga, check the bullshit, he jabbed China Man
He threw a sword right through his wool shit
Now he throwing stars at the kid, I'm jumping over my car, yo
Trying to get to my glove box and shit
Got the door open, gash in my caesar, my sneakers got red on it
Know that's blood, he threw a piece of a chain with a long blade on it
And a nigga was buckwild, I'm ducking and dodging
Trying to stick 'em with my little blade, Rae in some trouble
I got to the glove box, I threw two shots, he disappeared

[Hook: Estelle]
What are the true keys to being a ninja?
Dressed in all black, perfect vision, and that movement is in silence, ah
What are the true keys to being a ninja?
Dressed in all black, perfect vision, and that movement is in silence
This is Shaolin (Shaolin) this is Shaolin (Shaolin)
This is Shaolin, Shaolin, Shaolin
This is Shaolin, this is Shaolin
This is Shaolin, Shaolin, Shaolin

[Verse 2: Inspectah Deck]
I stay there like it ain't nothing to face fear
Flowers by the grave of the niggas who say where
I'm straight tear, tell them don't play fair
Then retalliation, I'm a shake 'em just for scraping my suede pair
He told me "Yo, wait right here, son, I been there"
Rip your pockets off plus nut in your dame hair
Broad day, even with jake there, serious
Last time you saw me I was rocking the same stare
Do or die, you or I, cousin, I pray for you
Forgive me for my sins, father, this is what they made me do
Nonsense cause me to slay the fool, rather than play the fool
I resort to waving the gauge at you

[Hook: Estelle]
What are the true keys to being a ninja?
Dressed in all black, perfect vision, and that movement is in silence, ah
What are the true keys to being a ninja?
Dressed in all black, perfect vision, and that movement is in silence
This is Shaolin (Shaolin) this is Shaolin (Shaolin)
This is Shaolin, Shaolin, Shaolin
This is Shaolin, this is Shaolin
This is Shaolin, Shaolin, Shaolin

[Verse 3: Raekwon]
The year of the bullshit, why me? The nigga had Asics on
A three hundred dollar pair, B
You don't scare me, wiping blood, hear me?
He laugh with a sinister grin, the sun went down, this is grim
Now I'm sweating, still repping my square, you probably under a chair
Black hood on and sporting a gray beard

[Verse 4: Inspectah Deck]
Respect mine, or there go your head line
A nigga got caught up, and left naked sporting a necktie
Skip town slide to west side, CSI riding on my hides
So I'm out til next time
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Still Struggling[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
I know how it feels to wake up fucked up
Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell
People look at you like you're the user
Selling drugs to all the losers mad Buddha abuser
But they don't know about your stress-filled day
Baby on the way, mad bills to pay
That's why you drink Tanqueray
So you can reminisce and wish
You wasn't living so devilish s-shit
I remember I was just like you
Smoking blunts with my crew
Flippin' over 62s
Cause G-E-D was it B-I-G, I got P-A-I-D
That's why my mom hates me
She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
Then I figured out Nick's went for twenty down south
Packed up my tools for my raw power move
Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves
Four drunks trying to stop my flow
And what they don't know will show on the autopsy
Went to see papi, to cop me a brick
Asked for some consignment and he wasn't trying to hear it
Smoking mad Newports cause I'm doing court for an assault
That I caught in Bridgeport, New York
Catch me if you can like the ginger bread man
You better have your gat in hand cause man

[Hook: Inspector Deck]
A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M
Still struggling, Survival got me buggin' (ghetto misery)
(Souls of a soldier in the streets of survival)
Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough
(The rough life, I just be up nights)
( It got me)(still strugglin)
May help you maintain
(In the everyday struggle)

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side
Staying alive was no job
Had secondhands, moms bounced on old man
So then we moved to Shaolin land
A young youth, yo rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo goose
Only way I begin to G off was drug loot
And let's start it like this son, rolling with this one
And that one, pulling out Gats for fun
But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend
Started smoking wools at 16
And running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes
Making my way on fire escapes
No question I would speed, for cracks and weed
The combination made my eyes bleed
No question I would flow off, and try to get the dough all
Sticking up white boys in ball courts
My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater
Times is rough and tough like leather
Figured out I went the wrong route
So I got with a sick tight clique and went all out
Catchin' keys from across seas
Rollin' in MPV's, every week we made forty G
Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the TEC-9
(Get live, muthaf~)
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Neither One of Us[Intro]
This for all them real niggas, man, that just be on some moves
Study their history, know what time it is
Move general, you heard?

[Verse 1]
Gold jewels ain’t my thing, kid, I’d rather wear none
Them vehicles I fly around I gave to my son
Growing grays, blowing haze, watching A Raisin in the Sun
Young buck buying some Bucks, the suede ones
My life story was right, shorty, cousins’ll fight for me
Blood, let’s wild out, let’s ride for the white, call me
Got older, got bolder, staircase days
Forty ounces, big bags to blaze, wearing capes
Bagging for hours, cooking up, wolves with power
Hooking up, those devoured, weak niggas foul up
No follow-up, then the connect came, we swallow up
Paying more, then we came with short money, pile it up
Rocking them niggas, they rocking us back
Cause every day we thrust back, felt like the work’ll reverse that
My worst cat’ll blow you in the church, black
The day that we felt got jerked we came to two guns and three bats

[Interlude: Gladys Knight sample]
It’s sad to think
We’re not gonna make it

[Verse 2]
We’ll break your legs for steak and eggs, the menu is taking regs
Beef patties with cheese, a Widala state at Ted’s
A money rich getting comrade, who fell in the storm
Bagged him, now we strong as hell and no going backwards
Leather jackets, new Astons, Mosans, crew flashing
Jealousy around the corner, niggas got two castles
Some with coke, some bubble capsules
Some went and sold dope, some came back broke and asking
The lifestyle is real, it can switch in a flash, kid
From living right to living and gone in a splash, kid
Think back to yesterday’s tactics, should’ve been an actor
Blessings, then became a rapper

[Outro: Gladys Knight sample]
For some ungodly reason
We just won’t let it die
I guess neither one of us
Wants to be the first to say goodbye
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Crane Style[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Redskin leather, Indian sex
Pair of fresh Mocs on, lighting lear on my flesh
Let my arm roll, fresh off the honor roll, platinum bottles of Krug
All my niggas do what I got 'em for
Extra flashy grind, hit 'em with a crisp rhyme
Lines is nothing, blunt out, fuck him
All we know is jewelry and I mashed that, everybody excited
To see whatever bling on, smash that
Clever, more like a fox and ox together
Two stainless Glocks, rocks and a feather
Yeah, I'm from the lead era, shoot at
Anything that move, and move out America
And all we ever want is needed, seen it
Like a young Fillipino in Kuwait getting treated
Heavy horror armor, spike a bitch like her
Half a pound of good weed, then float through Gowanus
Brilliant master, sixteenth chapel in the Apple
Flooded up, Woolrich wackos
Park Hillians getting hillions, that means millions
All on feet like Nigerian

[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
Shallah, I got 'em
Heatseeking missile spit, don't even try to hide, nigga
Sizzle through your skin bars, call me cyanide, bitch
Try me if you want, homey, violation's a no-no
I am the health hazard, skull & bone, poisonous logo
Unleash the dragon, massacre the scene
I'm spitting, burn a hole through the speaker, and start melting the street up
Somebody please call the fire department
And I'm a strong believer, ya'll know that I ain't the one to start with
Cuz once the fuse is lit and we strike a match and the spark smell
My face bleed and we nam them up like ox tail
Ya'll see what's happening, ya'll know what the truth is
Somebody please ask Shallah Rae why he making me do this
Cuz once I finish dudes, it's unfortunate for them yappers
Throw them in the trash, they ain't no recyling bin for rappers
I microphone control, it's the current dominant factor
The records been bodied, I personally request the pastor, gone
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F.I.L.A. World[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Dressed in FILA, change in the beehive
7:30 nigga slick coupe with him, see ma?
I'm rich, my bitch, before and after, kept her well
Sit right there, enjoy the chapter
Bounce, 2 ounces get burnt
Thinkin' bread now, buy more lead, get the dread town
Let's smoke on the furlough king
Switch to Merlot, I know them niggas is bird, they swerve dope
Nobody gettin' it, whores is wicked with it
Little kids growin' up fast, teens is wickeded
No jobs, no checks, it's like rockin' an Olex
Rolex, her father is Cotex
Mother is so vexed, brothers is on X
Niggas is slummin' it, I'd rather see no necks
Dumb niggas, this the decade of bum niggas
It won't work, no matter how much bread you jerk

[Hook: 2 Chainz]
Inhale it (x3)
Weed so loud, all my neighbors say they hear it
Roll up the strong, inhale it (x3)
Weed so loud, all my neighbors say they hear it

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
I'm usually in the lawsuits frontin'
Comin' out Bank of America, big knot on me, I'm comfy
Roll the joints, jumpin' in joints, niggas with coins beat the point
And we want appointments, yo nigga, get some ointment
Stop playin', start prayin', I just might start sprayin'
Niggas is ass and all day with it
No style with no pals, niggas is so foul
It shows how I only fuck with real, them niggas know now
I slow down, don't wanna catch a charge and go down
I'm too large, drop a bag, use a marksman
Pause, said, "You don't want no parts of me, kid"
I'm just shootin' you real rap, so go wash with it
A legend with his hands up, suits is glammed up
I'm just bowlin' for millions out in Japan, what
Plannin' somethin', niggas ride around wearin' somethin'
Other than that or rap, I'd rather fade black

[Hook]

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
These niggas is dead already, I use machetes to eat spaghetti
They really couldn't ride a mile on my Pirellis
Bags so heavy the damns collapsed
Conversate about me, that's a chain reaction
Pressure to press in past aggression
Hope your body guard got pain protection
One in the chamber, middle finger, no fornicate
So many bullets in the clip, it's 'bout to sufficate
My uncle was late, my aunt ain't show up
How you gon' tell an old man to grow up
It's like comparin' Earl to throw up
Same frame of mind but a different poster
I'm 'posed to be what I wanna be
Dream so big for the world to see
First class, fruits and tea
And usually the only black man is me

[Hook]
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4 in the Morning[Intro]
Did he have hands?
Did he have a face?
Yes
Then it wasn't us

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Bernard Goetz Gazelle's on
.45 in the bag, mask a Bourdon
Sacks Willy jury is all really
Rich nigga's paying for the team
Sniff the eighth and feed Lily
Lily is a cocaine Willy
Who got mad connects in a small town in Philly
Octopus soul sister rock a puss
Ghost outside parked vertical
Yeah, the Jakes'll murder you
Four to five hundred bricks
Dicks come in with no tie on
That symbolizes the wire on
All Krylon heat my rings bling 500 feet away
Hit the church steeples in the D
Brand new shells on, a python, a Fisker
Twist from the Astons made for the listener
Or rather yeah, the driver, suicide rider
B bums and Wally's, me and Shallah's colleagues

[Chorus]
4 in the morning [8x]

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
Blow hands, the stove is a roaster where bottles whip in motion
May cause 'drop him in the ocean'
Irish blood gangsters, the roulettes
Cooler moving through Texas, grandmother she Mex-ish, yup
Tablets, krills, bath salts, last call, get it
Drugs flying minutes like a fastball
Smash all, I will remain clean, the status calm
I do it for niggas who last long
Last Don's chill, Kings in the chair, cigars in the air
This the last part with snakes that'll break any mans arm
Which way the grass growin'
We've sown enough and now we're farmers
Who come through with lawn mowers and armor

[Chorus]
4 in the morning [8x]

[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]
Yeah, I used to move cracks, sort diesel and gats
Runnin' trains on them hood rat bitches up in the trap
We used to blow 'em out
Fiends comin' in hike with they seized bite
With residue stuck all on they pipe
4 in the mornin' when the gates start jumpin'
Dustheads lurkin' and the fiends start thumpin'
And it seems like the fiends, he own CREAM, so they jumpin'
Bean told Cream he stole green so he cut ‘em
Ditch him Star, souflee'd one half of his cheekbone
Now he talkin' out the side of his mouth
But yo, peep homes, stuck
Fly dust, that's four finger nuggets
With plastic stuffed in the Kangol buckets
Dirty burners on, gloves and scanners
Smart mouth, Teymor bitches in the back gettin' sandwiched
After a dick suck accountant
In the wee hours, backing up mountains
4 in the morning

[Chorus]
4 in the morning [8x]
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Zonder mijSoms ga ik terug in mijn gedachtes. Om herinneringen op te halen. Je liet me los die gedachte kan ik niet loslaten. Ik mis je steeds vaker weet niet of dat ooit wel stopt. Denken aan jou maakt me blij maar tegelijk ook kapot. Ik heb nooit gezocht naar liefde maar jij bracht dat met je mee zou er altijd voor me zijn. Waarom liet je me alleen? Ik denk niet dat je weet wat je doet met mij! De liefde lijkt zover van de pijn. Maar het is toch hier me hart klopt voor jou maar het klopt niet. Soms wil ik jou vergeten maar mijn gedachte voor jou die stopt niet. Waarom ben je niet hier bij mij? Ik zweer d'r gaat geen dag voorbij dat ik niet aan je denk. Het doet me pijn om te weten dat je in mn hart maar niet in mn armen bent. Ik kan niet denken aan de toekomst als ik in het verleden blijf. Maar ik blijf liever kijken naar ons dan niet met je zijn. Ik zweer die gedachte die doet me pijn. Geen jij bij mij maar toch is het wij. Want ik zie mezelf niet zonder jou alsof ik op mezelf niet mezelf kan zijn. Ik snap niet waarom ik nog steeds wacht ik snap niet wat jij in die tijd dacht. Ik snap niet dat ik zoveel moeite in jou stak en dat al die moeite voor niks was. Gebroken ik voel niks meer. Zo gebroken, nee ik voel niks meer. Denken aan jou doet me pijn maar Ik hoop dat jij gelukkig bent waar je nu ook bent zonder mij. En ik hoop dat jij alles hebt wat je nodig hebt zonder mij. Ik kan niet ontkennen dat ik je mis en dat ik met zoveel vragen zit. Maar ik hoop dat jij gelukkig bent waar je nu ook bent zonder mij. Kijk ik snap niet veel van liefde maar weet dat ik dat had met jou dus als ik weet wat liefde is dan weet ik dat dat komt door jou. Zoveel geleerd van jou alles was gemeend met jou. Alles voelt zo leeg rond mij mis die late night dates met jou. Ik mis jou hand in mijn hand. Ik mis jou lip op mijn lip. Ik mis het om jou steeds te zeggen waarom ik jou leuk vind baby. Ik zie in je ogen dat die keuze niet jouw keus is. (Ik zie in je ogen dat die keuze niet jouw keus is). Ik liep en loop voor je. Ik word blij en word boos voor je liefde is iets speciaals. Dit gaat door je maag maar je weet dat ik kan koken voor je. Als geluk in de winkel lag zou ik het kopen voor jou. Je bent mijn queen maar wilt die kroon niet. Toen samen maar nu lonely. De liefde waait langzaam weg schatje maar mijn hoop niet. Je was mijn up up up toen ik down was. Ik had maar 1 wens en dat is dat je mijn vrouw was
Ik hoop dat jij gelukkig bent waar je nu ook bent zonder mij. En ik hoop dat jij alles hebt wat je nodig hebt zonder mij. Ik kan niet ontkennen dat ik je mis en dat ik met zoveel vragen zit. Maar ik hoop dat jij gelukkig bent waar je nu ook bent zonder mij
Ik hoop dat jij gelukkig bent waar je nu ook bent zonder mij. En ik hoop dat jij alles hebt wat je nodig hebt zonder mij. Ik kan niet ontkennen dat ik je mis en dat ik met zoveel vragen zit. Maar ik hoop dat jij gelukkig bent waar je nu ook bent zonder mij
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Ice Cream Pt. 2[Intro: Raekwon]
This is little Kane though
His little sobrero
(The ice cream truck is back mothafucker!)
(Check out this shit)
Yeah uh-huh (What?)
Eh yo.. eh yo eh yo

[Hook: Raekwon]
Ayo, butter pecan Ricans, love a little candy girl
Caramel cover girl, love the way your body twirl
French vanilla cream, body work is mean
Chocolate fudge make a nigga wanna fall in love

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Got them fat legs, killin' them Gucci's
Heels on, with the fat coochie
The way it's feelin' you seducin' me
Take time, create, yeah my legend is straight now
Ya inner vibe's the side of the juicy
Cheeba queen, treats on, jeans, state to state
And she got the nerve to fuck me all mean
While I rock all green, by all means
We in the mall fiendin', one more hump then I'mma scream
Boo throw me more of you, I'll take all four of you
We could flip it on the floor while I'm pourin' on you
Make me kiss it in the store on you
Cop the new drawers, the dick is all yours it's a mornin' blue
Straight mines, thats a warnin' duke
Watch me climb, that pussy looks shaped and designed
Yeah, line for line, rhyme for rhyme
That coochie is mine, I might just need it this time

[Hook: Raekwon]
Ayo, butter pecan Ricans, love a little candy girl
Caramel cover girl, love the way your body twirl
French vanilla cream, body work is mean
Chocolate fudge make a nigga wanna fall in love
Ayo, butter pecan Ricans, love a little candy girl
Caramel cover girl, love the way your body twirl
French vanilla cream, body work is mean
Chocolate fudge make a nigga wanna fall in love

[Verse 2: Method Man]
Shut the fuck up and get in the car
Girl, your high beams is on, I wonder how they fit in that bra
We in the front seat, splittin' cigars
I'm on my job so you handcuffin' ho ass niggas, be on your guard
Especially on ladies night, I like it when they take a swallow
Straight out the bottle, but that ain't lady-like
I call 'em lil' pet names like Ma and Boo-Boo
So everytime I see your girlfriend, never confuse you
With the next down-ass chick, that play a part
That's cool enough to pardon my French menage a trois
Meth Man, real talk, don't mean to put you on the spot
But I know a spot to kick your heels off
I'm not as Dirty as that Bastard, be
But still a villain, I serve 'em Dick Dastardly
Here's a little taste of Ice Cream II (Ice Cream II)
So put some Vicky Secret on, trick, I might swing through

[Hook: Raekwon]
Butter pecan Ricans, love a little candy girl
Caramel cover girl, love the way your body twirl
French vanilla cream, body work is mean
Chocolate fudge make a nigga wanna fall in love
Ayo, butter pecan Ricans, love a little candy girl
Caramel cover girl, love the way your body twirl
French vanilla cream, body work is mean
Chocolate fudge make a nigga wanna fall in love

[Verse 3: Cappadonna]
Yo, I love my dick-size, like I love women and shit
My head grew over these years, now I got a nice dick
Beauty mark right on my balls, girl, have a nice lick
Cute in the face, hair-do, you got some nice lips
Pussy monkeys holdin' my cock, just like it's vice grips
Part down the crack of your ass, your frame is priceless
Butter-butter caramel swirl, chocolate chip
French vanilla sundae girls, banana split
Cum drip down in your chin, right on your soft tits
Put your hand gently in mine, give me a soft kiss
What's really good? Girl, slip me your number
You blowin' up, and your lookin' Ice Cream this summer
Better than Beyonce, Halle Berry and them
Honey, you lookin' scrumptous, I ain't worried 'bout them
You my straight hood chick, girl, you more than a gym
You got that fat tight pussy like Notorious KIM
Butter-butter caramel swirl, chocolate chip
French vanilla sundae girls, banana split, uh..

[Hook: Raekwon]
Ayo, butter pecan Ricans, love a little candy girl
Caramel cover girl, love the way your body twirl
French vanilla cream, body work is mean
Chocolate fudge make a nigga wanna fall in love
Ayo, butter pecan Ricans, love a little candy girl
Caramel cover girl, love the way your body twirl
French vanilla cream, body work is mean
Chocolate fudge make a nigga wanna fall in love
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Last Trip to Scotland[Intro: Raekwon]
Yo, what up, what's good?
Yeah, nigga, hold this money right here, yeah
We already got them mapped out, you know
Alright, don't even stress it
Niggas got mad coke inside the Luvs pampy
Luvs Pampers box, nigga
Them niggas is stupid

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
That nigga pussy doing pig latin, he can't come to the hood
Might kill him off top up in the Staten
Son think he better than niggas, I think his rebels is resentful
Tried to kill him in his rental
He had an Idi Amin approach, hitting the roach
Had a hunger face, he drove his moms Seven in the ocean
It's a wild cowboy sling heroin, who rock the dead arm
Knocked the DEA agent out his Cheron
All his Eli's, macheted up, stainless --
You never heard nothing, all you hear is the guns blaze
Rocking pastel blazers, with a shorty from Iceland
Who old dad put him up on rice and
Starving to make a wack debut, he came through the lobby
Three coacher Devilles with him, a whitey, it's pathetic
Ragged monkey face, faggot dead it
Coming through the stairs with blow in his mouth, desperate
Watching him looking stupid, son know we on foot patrol
Come through the hole, niggas is spooking
Seven hundred shots, all leather gloves, six thugs
Two had a mask on, he took 'em off what
We got you now, nigga, blowing you down, niggas is foul
This is trauma king, by any means, blaow
They pushed his face in, fell out his Saucony's, snatched his homeys
Took his Glock, you gon' be my tenderoni?

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Uh!
Metal exchanges, the hood's the gun range
Everybody's a target depending on how you aim
Dice games and ice chains, pendant spelling your name
OG's setting the wrong example, tellin' the same
Look at Shorty Shitstain, grew up to be a fucking mess
Before his clique came, he bang and never tucked his chest
Closet full of them thangs, he caught the gun connect
Riding 'round with ''A'' and ''Lil' Nino'' and they want respect
Son cool, Nino want the show
Everybody know they straight shippin' hood bitches to the bungalow
Pillow talkin' let the birds hawk it
Chattin' bout what happened, and when and what they coming back in
Champagne slackin', traffickin' while they travel
Word got back the old time friends and snakes rattled
Two different 'burbans, but the one that dropped the birds got tailed.. Information for the ones that like to steal, got mailed
Pussy power made the plans sour
Apartment full of party powder, outside a stakeout for hours
Click clacks from big gats and rags
Soon as the door squeaks they runnin' up on the grass
Bang, flash! Shots ride on path of broken glass
Comedy laughs, while they haul ass with the bags
Legends in my hood played back, twin Benzes whippin' in black
And that was like the old Maybach
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86' (Remix)[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Ayo, ayo
Wood green jacket in the clapper
Catch me inside Mojito City with a stretched plump actress
Grabbin her thong, the light-skinned Nia Long
Rich niggas way back, the bitch do John
Why would you ever wanna be here?
Guns bigger than me here
I'm like the centipede, three pair
Wallabees, first pair ferocious
Guns from Scotia, everybody know I flow like oceans
Truck little pieces, how we gonna eat this?
I walk around fly, high, telekinesis
And my lady, a well known designer who fell in line with me
And all she do is sell LV
We in the grow house, trees look alone
I built the Dutch Master train set kid, relax, you home
And watchin' Carmelo and the Knicks go in
I'm playin' my square, I'm in the front row, my bitch roll in
That's not wifey, that's a lover
She gave me some top, but how we met, she was alone with my brother
Givin twenty-year veteran good dick, came to my senses
Stay strong like old man in dentures
Winter time rockin' a fox, hangin' with Bruno Mars, The LOX
Sting, yo, Nas' pops
We gettin' honies, Rat Pack clique in my gunny
Blowin' two Ls, Ocean Eleven this money
Floss stays coolin' on them horses
Hoppin' over logs, long Polo boots, ownin' them Porsches
Maxin' king, everything' Gucci
Just like the suits I play Saturday to stay in Jacuzzis
Brother Man, I'm floatin' to mother lands
And came back with ounces of gold, wrapped inside rubber bands
Hangin' in McCormick & Schmitz
Doin' my OG thing, slangin' some 'caine in the mix

[Chorus: Altrina Renee]
I'll be flying to the islands when it's cold outside
Matching furs, his and hers, got matchin' black cars
On my life, livin' right, baby, love is no limit
Life's good either way, 'long as you in this

[Verse 2: AZ]
Uhh, from bullet holes and graffiti
Bein' low to exposin' money rolls on the TV
Clothes on neatly, cologne switchin' weekly
Women chose, now need to be told how to treat me
Discreetly, used to dick 'em down just for GP
Freaky, now I worth a fortune on Phoebe's
Easy, went from 22s on the shoes
And just chill with the factory feel, I'm still cool
Refuel, fresh from the era, Lo-sweater, cold weather
Used to beef if Ra' or Kane flow better
Forever, Larry Davis live, be obliged
For those broads bein' blessed to absorb a nigga vibe
Reside, in various places
Some spacious, others is basic
But the face lift, escalates it
Persuasive, polly with many, but not friendly
Cop Balenci', fly Versa' and rock Fendi
And he, came from the bottom, no problem
Nothin' surprise me, niggas try but can't size him
Possum, me and the missus, gourmet dishes
Instagramin' our pictures under chandelier fixtures
Scriptures, script from the heart
My pit's dark, chess players keep what I peep, I pick apart
My wiz is sharp, wine and dine when it's time
Line for line, leavin' that crime shit behind
The world is mine, suited and booted, so secluded
Leaving 'em clueless, this is how thorough niggas do this.. huh
Quiet Money, Ice Water

[Chorus: Altrina Renee]
I'll be flying to the islands when it's cold outside
Matching furs, his and hers, got matchin' black cars
On my life, livin' right, baby, love is no limit
Life's good either way, 'long as you in this
**************************************************
Radiant Jewels[Intro: Raekwon]
Chef, let’s do it

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Criminal kingpins, gangstas and cheap friends
Actors, vixens, niggas put your kicks in
Blood money when we hawking, ackward gun that go around curves
Bullets braze niggas with coffin, yo
Watch how to rhyme with hammers, I got two mens
That don't speak English, shooting game's bananas
Down in Spain, my bangles, clusty, checking my swings
Trillians on, yo, cuffing my jeans
Broad day, yo, body another, my microphone is like
Blow 'caine, one, pull the trees, you love us, yo
So killers be cool, pimps, read rules
When a grown man is rapping, it's Ill Street Blues
Striving, nigga, with one side
Don't go against totally rent shit, nigga, baby gonna die
Yeah, bank robbers armored up, gear like the boys in Heat
DeNiro told one soldier keep quiet

[Interlude: Cormega]
Aiyo, word to mother
Ya'll niggas better bring ya selfs son, word

[Verse 2: Cormega]
When Pun was packing a mack in back of the Acura
I was dealing in them buildings, it wasn't no cameras
The witness savages, snitching was hazardous, now it isin't
Shit is embarrasing, fuck a flow, this is a lyrical aquaduct
Sink or swim for what I'm hearing you bagging up
Lyte like the MC, I'm 'paper thin', you tripping
I'm taking trips, your eyes don't lie, take a glimpse
Into my life, you see me blazing clips, with the green to make it rich
With a team that'll scrape the Knicks, and a v that's crazy quick
I came to wear my Yankee fitted, represent for greatness
It's lyrical elevation, causing mental stimulation
If I'm getting too deep, I give you a minute to take in
My jewels radiant, like a view of the Caymans
And thinking you seeing me, who you playing with?
Cor, Mega, raw forever
Fell back, pause, fell off? Never

[Interlude: Sean Price]
P! Shaolin, what up?

[Verse 3: Sean Price]
Aiyo, listen giraffe neck niggas, I blast techs
Alejandro, came through with the Mexican Aztecs
Rap smack niggas on a whole different aspect
Homey, owe me dough, that's how we fucked up his last check
Three train Saratoga, train stop, nigga been
Metro part with the plan, make major figures
Foul flagrant, two shots, give me the ball back
You got shot, get off my ball sack
You not hot, give me a call back, niggas is all wack
Super doopa stupid, get drugs and I fall back
P, ain't a problem that the God can't handle
I set it off First Blood, Sean John Rambo
Whoooo, as you can see, I'm focused
Boot Camp for life, fuck the G.I. Joe shit
Boot Camp is an Army, better yet a Navy
Marine Air Force Ones, nigga, the shit's crazy, don't play me
**************************************************
A Pinebox Story[Verse One]
A metal rock hit his face with a rush
They pistol-whipped him, shot him with his Dutch
He lost all his trust
Smoking Dutch, choking in his lust
Living out his lies, so one day he stole a pair of nuts
Tried to go hard, that’s the wrong song
He should’ve just jetted, Moet in his mind up was wrong
He could’ve made it but he waited, hesitated
Laying on a bitch, they caught him right in front of his Moms
They did him extra dirty, stripped him, tied his hands to his Vans
Them old school niggas left a victim
His blooded waist, broken arm, cut him in his face
I heard the chants, he don’t deserve life, let him lamp
Choking him, poking him, hitting him with all kinds of knobs
Left him soaking, ?? all in his mouth
He was out, they broke him up, knocked him out
Three times then threw him in a slouch
They took his sneakers and his beeper
Where’s Theresa? Snatched the reefer
That bitch is next, catch you on the sequel
Swollen eyes, his face was pulverized
Trying to be a hustler, two ounces he want to mobilize
Dumb dummy, no team, he barely had money
Flying around, old ass Jag, buying blow from me
Ski mask robbing, jean wearing ho sweetass
**************************************************
All I Got is You Pt. II[Intro: Raekwon]
Straight up, c'mon Bub, I need you dun
Yo, Straight up y'all
Yo Ghost I love you man
You know how we do this right here
We do this for our family
See you soon kid

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
The greatest thing a kid could have
To chill with his family, sit back laying on his Dad
Props go out, next thing you know Pops roll out
Moms cussed him out, "get the fuck out"
Couldn't understand it, feelings turning to hard granite
Now she a one single parent
Growing up on welfare, she might need healthcare
That made me feel no one else cares
Moms is a part of my life forever
Getting drunk that's her business guess that's stormy weather
Fish and grits, twelve o' clock midnight pissed
Stop crying Ma take a kiss
Take care of ya brother and sis
Something happen to me I miss ya better be offic
She meant that shit, every mouthful accurate
Took me to school be immaculate
Taught by the best, remember stress
A ghetto agenda that's how we rest
Don't let 'em play with your emotions
Lotioning me, little money in my vest
Damn, Mom going through it, still holding me through it
Sneaker money fucked up, yo
Yeah when Granddaddy died, I know you didn't see me cry
Held it in, it hurted Ma a lot
Remember, Bucs had me in a tux
Went to beef stake Charlie's had my first pay cut
Yeah, loving you always
Screaming on janitors in hallways "It's my son" always
Caught me in the crib yo, smoking
Sat me down heart broken
Hoping the phase had me open yo
You like, hey yo, for real
You like loving you for life it's only right
Strong yourself we make it
Weak minded you naked
The pain and hurt I can't take it
Plus my Uncle in jail, that's your brother go see him
He look forward to it like mail
You my ace, you the lady in the place
You ain't a waste, we just trapped inside a low-life place
Trust me I'm gonna work hard
Tattoo my body, throw it on top where I got scars

[Break: Reakwon]
See it son, start crying

[Outro: Big Bub]
* singing til the end *
**************************************************
Walk Wit Me[Intro: Raekwon w/ others]
*sniff* Yo, boo, calm down, man
Chill 'fore you break your nose, man
What up, what up, king (yo what's going on?)
(Yo, oh, who the fuck is this?)
(Yo, walk this bitch outta here, man)
(Her hands is all white and shit, looking all crazy)
Fingerprints all over the refrigerator
You fake ass Gucci wearing nigga!
Yo, girl, chill chill, come on, man
Just give me papi number, man, for real, man, you playing

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
I'm on the crisp blue yacht, with my hand on the twat
With a Commodore CD, a bottle of stock
On a green rug, GG's on it, a mean snub
Bad little Asian, named Asia, my love
Had connects, plus fame favorite flick, Black Rain
Pinky finger rocked up, giving me brain
Like Griselda's little flame, ran with her for forty months
Came home, her estate was insane
Vuitton toilet paper, Polo walls, Jimmy Choo
Pots and pans, this broad had a horse
Cash it in, yo, Masta, live with me, take it all
You can have whatever, five hundred leathers
Bruno Mag' sweaters, Gucci rain boots
Brook Brothers, New Eras, jew killers
New line sponsored by fellas, catch 'em in the hall balling
I thought about it, whatever

[Hook: Raekwon (sample)]
(Walk with me) Relax and get your facts right
(Walk with me) You know we only getting cash in the fast life
(Walk with me) Living, giving my all, I give it back, right
(Walk with me) We die, we die together, this the last night

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
CNN watching, ESPN friend
Coat shopping, lochness, smothered up, god damn
Boo living it good, Aspen, the color of wood
On the outside, vibe is good
Knowing I'm hood, I should, escape project life
Run with my rifle, live in the woods
Grow a rugged beard, and chill, poppa real
Poppa eat, poppa a rolling stone, for real
This the deal, chill, this how we live in the Hill
Kill a nigga for me, kill or be killed
Share that money and still, when it's time to reveal
You never met me, but respect me, you will
Dinosaur wheels we peel, skated with the fly seals
She broke out, died in Brazil
Met her younger cousin Nil', you looking for birds, right?
Yeah, my cousin said you real, you gotta

[Hook: Raekwon (sample)]
(Walk with me) Relax and get your facts right
(Walk with me) You know we only getting cash in the fast life
(Walk with me) Living, giving my all, I give it back, right
(Walk with me) We die, we die together, this the last night

[Verse 3: Raekwon]
Oh shit, Goldschläger in the gold dagger in a gold Acura
A gold Phantom pulled up, yo, go backwards
They had a package on 'em, hold half a bit, it's half rough
But still, I got me forty traffickers
Riding through Manhattan tough, got my mavericks up
We on, rolling thirty deep in the gadget trucks
Spending magic bucks, fuck around, get an Aston truck
Fly around, fucking actress sluts
We been clashing with the masses, what
Put the gasses up, flame 'em out his lab, splash him up
That's how we get it on, that's what's up
Don't ever wrassle us, you might get shackled in your castle, what
Play with the boys, that's the stuff
I'm talking bout, niggas they die, faster than a pastor fuck
Seeing 'em mourn me, flash a buck
Pull a bulb out, like Con Ed, keep it on a massive hush

[Hook: Raekwon (sample)]
(Walk with me) Relax and get your facts right
(Walk with me) You know we only getting cash in the fast life
(Walk with me) Living, giving my all, I give it back, right
(Walk with me) We die, we die together, this the last night

[Outro: Raekwon]
Come on, man, word up, let 'em talk
Put this bag out, and after that, take it to heed
Man, I see you in a minute, chill
You got to lay on the other side of the fucking wall for you
Word up, this the nigga face, man, I only got four million, man
Straight up, last thing I heard, the nigga grandmother was in Argentina
I want her too, for real, for real, we ain't playing no games, man
The nigga like to shop and floor shine
He stay on 44th, catch the nigga by Delancey, too
For real, I got his baby pictures and everything
Word up, his cousin, his cousin is a security guard at Barnes/Nobles
For real, his little nephew, his little nephew work in the
Muthafucking fish store
Up in, 138th and Harlem, man...
This all the money for today, man
A lot of paper came in today, a lot of Franklins
Bring the other bag, son, yeah, hold it, huh
Toaster head nigga, get the fuck off of me
**************************************************
Luxury Rap[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Uhh, yeah, what up, Lord?
This the Terrordome, where niggas get tied up, Beretta blown
Or whip the vanilla 200X Lebanon
Doofie gauge, .38s, 300 rebels strong
Out in Grenada, chilling snow pebbles on prosperous
Hugh Heff's who fucking his steps
Favorite color purple, we would circle the jets
He talk base, in a I-8 racing clear doors we face
In life, in trying to get away from these whores
Or rolling uptown in gambling stores
Stealing clothes in Macy’s, running out with like five, six Velours
Thug couple Rugby boys who get fly and break jaws
And take papes the stakes is yours

[Verse 2: Fred The Godson]
Rae told me victory's unexpected
They hating on my chain, misery from a necklace
See my YouTube and hear me spitting, know I'm reckless
First nigga ever selling metaphors on Craig's List
Fred shit, they on it, no matter what's the joint
You the Hornets, you lost Chris Paul, what's your point?
I could spit a freestyle and be on
This beat feel like I should rhyme with some Wallabies on
I would be wrong if I told everybody get your weight up
It's back to the real shit, that wave up, phase up
If he owe me dough, I hope that he pay up
Hand on that trigger when that finger roll, he'll lay up, ha
Wait up, just homicide humor
I could've bodied you sooner, I just provided the rumor
Whatever he rhyming on, I'll bring it to you
I'm a phenomenon, Travolta with the tumor, Fred

[Verse 3: JD Era]
Blowing exotic kush, watermelon flavor, no seeds
Burn it by the O-Z, imported from O-T
Export it from T-O, salute to the OG
Flips is high risk, but the moves is low key
Young hustlers, dreaming about awards and tours
The world is ours, and any store accepting the credit card
Bought her: fly boosters, designer shades, and all that
Hit it in the back, then fell back in the callback
I’m busy chasing paper on the cash rule major
All we do is see numbers like an old school pager
Double your wager, we busy clocking like Flavor
Time waits for no man, man don’t be a hater
Land of opportunity, keep your mule and forty acres
I’d rather forty mill and own a piece of the Lakers
Dancing with devils, and two stepping with saints
We young, black, and getting it, everything that you ain’t – ever
**************************************************
Brazil[Raekwon]
Why are zyl frames on me? Good Nike, yeah
True, alotta chains on, this is how we do the thing, enlight me
Clubbed out, bugged out, this is what them thugs bout
Bust off shotties, knock niggas mother's out
Roll in them renters in winter
Too much bones, get bent up
The sword'll eat up your chrome for dinner
We tasting VS's, very special Cognac since G.S.'s
Now we leaning Louis sneakers and C.L.S.'s
I'm far from your average rapper, yeah Shallah, hit with an actor
Cutting through your time, then slap ya
Yo, you see me on them Smack shits, all of my Skittles on
In black whips, living comfortable in some glass cribs
Word to Jabari, my junior, only two years old
Swimming with the sharks, I'mma feed you tuna
Your pops been a whale since jail
Was taking niggas out to Brazil

[Ill Bill]
Where carnivale mamis is ill
Take me to Paul Wall, buy me a grill
I got groupies, buying me Gucci's and exclusive Nike's, it's real
I stay biz in the kitchen with the Chef Rae-Kwiz
It's either five mill or I'mma have to take they kids
I figured out how to rape the system
I made more than your album budget off of a freestyle on this mixtape
A hustler that understand dollars and cents
I get blowjobs from runway models in France
The rap Burt Reynolds, when I married the world trembles
Producing earthquakes, turning ya stone hedge to pebbles
The life we chose, the path we lead
And none of us'll see heaven, that's our own guarantee
Never rat on your friends, always keep your mouth shut
The back of the Benz, put this in your mouth, slut
I saw, I conquered, I came and I'm out
Laid it out all on the tonsils, then skeet in her mouth
**************************************************
The Wild (Intro)[Intro]
Yeah, back at it, right?
In rap mode again
Ill wild dimension where
We do this to the maximum skill level
That literature gotta light shit up
The Wild...The Wild right, the jungle with no rules
We run this forest bitch, we live by the water
We eat the fruits nigga and we speak the prophets that empowers strong prophecies
King Lex...
This album is dedicated to the honorable Mel Carter
Rest in Palaces, kid... The Wild
That's what it is
We're tryna take all the fly shit
Play like this...
**************************************************
Bird Chirp[Verse 1: Raekwon]
That nigga be snitching
They got the nerve to call him a pitcher
If it was my time niggas would get ya
Throw the Cannon on your picture
Nigga freeze, come out the V's and hand me that watch
I know you got cheese, you's just a mixture
A homo, that logo that you shine'n is a no-no
Be carful, sleep with the po-po's yo
It's like it's just Easter
If you was deceased just cleat ya
You might get slapped with the meat cleaver
Don't run the streets neither
You can't shop with your bitch either
No dirty franks, no bras, not even cheeba
Go ahead get movie caught up, please son
They might find you in the ?
A dick in your mouth, two franks stiff in the freezer
You never had respect, you had Visa's
You come through the hood, Jesus
There go this nigga with pieces
I should've just shot you for cheese sticks
Eat a dick you bitch, nigga reach
I got you just breathe bitch
You won't get the front on Rich, I got cheese bitch

[Outro: Raekwon]
Word up, cause we coming to get you nigga
Believe me, you won't be able to take a cab nowhere nigga
For real, cause we gone be on you nigga, Ha haa
Word up, word up, honey mustard ass nigga
Ha ha ha haa, doing all that rat-tat-tat'n
Stop it man, word up man
This right here is protected by some real niggas man
With big hammers and big money man, word up
So, jus-jus-just move away from here man, y'knahmean
We don't wanna have to come and get you and make you leave man
Word up man, for real, and I'm back man
I'm on some real heavy armored, Truck-Truck
Armored car shit nigga, remember
Ya'll know what the fuck we do boy
Word up, it's on, yaknawhatimsayin?
**************************************************
State of Grace[Intro: Tony Montana "Scarface" sample]
It's those guys, man
It's the fucking bankers, the politicians
They the ones, don't wanna make coke illegal
So they can make the fucking money
And then they get the fucking votes
You fighting the bad guys, they the bad guys!

[Intro: RZA (Raekwon)]
Trash... yes!
(And close the fucking door, man) Wu-Tang!
(Fucking idiots, man) Aiyo, Chef, bodododododododododododo....
(Stand... shit man, fuck these motherfuckers, come on, man)
Nigga what!

[Raekwon]
Cream vanquish, my queen keeps it's stainless
Cracks and Brussels, screwing everything famous
Love to hustle, my ring, call it big Uranus
Cats that scuffle, crawl on you and break fingers
That's what's up, some saw me in them bone rangers
Me and my homey, we bought like forty things up
Long as you owe me, you won't get a damn thing, son
Shoot off your kangol, while you in the plane, fronting
Stop, admire me, ya'll should of fired me
Cause when I come back, it's me and my diary
None of that bullshit, few men got tired of me
My niggas is wrong, they hated, and they lied to me
Explain the saga, fuck yo, your chain liver
Fuck the blinging, have my money by five, to me
Ya'll 'pose to bring it, fuck you and your whole variety
I'm bringing my hammers, I beat it like, five to three

[Hook: Raekwon]
Jealous ass niggas can't see they man prosper
They'd rather see me in a broke down fuckin' Mazda
Don't disrespect me, son, you will get popped up
My resume's off the hook, now, check mi casa
Yeah, call it, what you wanna call it
My bread is larger, nigga, you can never spoil it
Thought you was loyal, now a nigga can't support you
Blastin' you up, and off me, now you look rewarded

[Raekwon]
What's that smell? Rat piss and possum pussy
Bitch don't yell, I'm not impressed, don't push me
I'm back with some haters, they wipe shit and blast pussies up
Bloody ya blazer, take all your man cush weed
Yeah, I'm coming just to claim a title
Rap is boring, niggas need another idol
When I'm gone, just let off like forty rifles
Aiming at rappers, biting off the God's bible
I destroy you, lyrically, I spit oil
This is war, you can never escape, conio
Ya'll some lamesters, never seen a yard soiled
When it's on, now we gon' see who's loyal
Yeah, yeah, I'm coming, yo, to get it from you
Place that crown in the garbage, or you sitting on
A few things mattered, you was just a corner don
That got shot dead like Malcolm in the Audubon

[Hook]
**************************************************
Silver Rings[Intro: Raekwon]
Niggas is sitting around, selling it for money
What the fuck is that? Chill chill what up?
Stop playing, man, man, you know what it is, man
Fuck that, you know what it is, yo, nigga what up?
Where that money? Man, yo, yo, yo, come here!
Stop acting like you don't know, you already know

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Indian head, jewelry
Out in Egypt with the wrists of fury
Spanking bracelet, rocking Asics
Trick bandit, Ghost is brick granite
At the U.S. Open with my whole len, slapping up fifty scramblers
Niggas said the II was classic, a lot of crack is in the game, yo
But your shit is the only 'lastic
C.R.E.A.M. rap, militant flow, combination with Swahilian dough
Guaranteed we dose that, in the beast like pizzas
All I know is reefer and street stuff
Stay fly, moving in fleece, what?
Traveling the continents with confidence
Cuban Linx III coming, don't know when, but the time is running

[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]
By any means on, Ron O'Neal lean on
Freestyle, you want it from Ghost? Then throw C.R.E.A.M. on
Suited up, smelling like Fahrenheit with jeans on
Knock the rice out a wedding, come and get your bling on
Next winter we in log cabins, more baggage, more savage
Central Park killas, that equals more stabbings
You read the papers, more horrors like Amityville
Profanity kills, you like lint on a raggety silk
We rock bulls, rock jewels, you heard the interludes
Blow up beds in a fifty yard swimming pool
Jumping out of planes for dough, Gucci parachutes
Abdul Raheem written across is the Ashtabu'
Suede loafers, 'Lo scarves, my little grandson want
The 20-10 Mercedes-Benz go kart
So he can pull out the lollipop keys on 'em
His pops'll push the Bugatti drop V on 'em
Stampede on 'em, Rap Playoffs got a three-nothing lead on 'em
Sparking MC's like we quoting our degrees on 'em
**************************************************
Every Soldier in the Hood[Hook: Raekwon]
To every soldier in the hood, go in
To every real nigga holding, keep your ones on folding
Take it from a ninja and scribe, stay alive
Keep rolling, and keep your guns on swollen

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Aiyo, joint loaded, Lotus, big chain cobras
Cloth the certain way, notice
My style's new now, with generals luau, drugs, guns
Chilling on the cool out, don't make me pop you, this is not cool
Guaranteed to give you something that works, you're dumped in the dirt
Shitting up blood, fingers is burnt
Many cycles when you fight in my walls, it's like Michael and the Bulls
See a flying piece of iron, no lying
No fib and no bullshitting, the shines is forbidden
We like Crouching Tiger, you just a fucking kitten
Bout to get that wig re-open and then smoked in
Bitches is watching, snatch you in the open, yo
Twenty-four, seven, we legends, the myth, the riff the gift
Shaolin bounded with more whiff
Clap 'em with them get down boys, we call them the niggas
Who want it with us, we the belt holders in the business

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Method Man]
Yo, ay, the streets be calling and shit
A lot of veterans be calling it quits
They be calling my flow ill, but still I'm never calling in sick
This is Meth Man, New York niggas calling me piff
Fuck the cops that be calling me Cliff, flag me down on the Concord
Police dogs all up in my whip
I get cake, women all in mix, they wanna jump in the six
And groupie niggas wanna jump in your flicks
We live the life, Scarfaces and guns, I used to fight for crumbs
Throw an ace, kick the dice and run
Plead your case, you ain't nice as son, I got the drive to win
So where you niggas get your license from?
Bite an ear, Mike Tyson, uh, that means dough and my nose itch
And coke fiends is blowing they noses
My team got cream and you know this
So nigga get yours, before the door to opportunity closes

[Hook]
**************************************************
Ill Figures[Intro: Raekwon]
When I write my lyrics, it's like, it's like
I want my shit to be phat, I want people to be able to understand
Yo, Anybody can rhyme, youknowhatimsaying
But it's what you saying that makes a person know about you
Knowhatimsaying, you know the type of person you is
So it's like really, I'm just more of just
Being a street narrator (aiyo, what up, famo?)

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Reefer lit, love hip hop, the gangstas got me like the broccoli
Brooklyn baby cooling at a swat meet
Real niggas wanna meet me, ladies wanna eat me
Money clean Mercedes claim, baby, beat me
Love getting dressed up, sweats and techs
Ride around the hood, good, getting Gotti respect
Hand is golden, an OG rolling and holding, yo
Fresh kicks, soft leather, pockets is swollen
Let my jam hit your tape deck, it's straight up, and made up
For every real nigga with his gun on him, hate up
Flying through the city nights, new flights
Blue ice, hundred thousand in a Nike bag, license
Drug shop, I'm sorry, Atari in the Ferrari
Next see the Lex A Shallah, La Tam'pa
Eating yo, all of us, scamma gangstas
You know we honor, tip the kangol, cooling in the brown vengos

[Interlude: Kung fu sample]
I have never, giving up on a mission
That's against my honor

[Verse 2: Lil' Fame]
Duke let me warn you, my niggas crip up
Them young boys'll run up on you, shoot your whip up
Brooklyn, nigga, beg for you life
And my Staten Island homeys lay your ass down on Glaciers of Ice
Sidewalk executives, live the street life consecutive
We built for this, go for your gun
My prospective is, another day in the life, of money and drugs
Big hammers and slugs, can get ugly as fuck

[Verse 3: Billy Danze]
From the chest to your man Danze, ey
Staten Island, said what up, yo, ey
The homey ODB said what up, though, ey
We got the Chef on deck as if you didn't know
It's sharp as fuck, Wu, that's what up
Pack it up, wanna rap, wanna rock, what up?
Wanna pop, get up, fuck around and get your block hit up
Bring your team and we'll box 'em up
Think M.O.P. is not what up

[Interlude: Kung fu sample]
It seems I'm a bit late here
Don't worry, these men are all gonna die

[Verse 4: Kool G. Rap]
See from the side where it slum at, dum at, rum at
Cognac, combat, contact, contrast
Crom's packing out like Beyonce back
She bang out a song like the Fonz back
Bigger things, bring the slangs, slicker than the sharpest pen
Nigga here, combat, sweet dick Willie T, Rudy Ray Moore game
Woodgrain all in the board reigns, before rain flooded
Like storm drains, boss man, bundling raw 'caine
Fours bang, neighborhood war games
Get your weight up, you looking anarexic
Posted on the block proper with the hammer vested
Bitch came with empty hands, that's the hand she left with
Thirsty ass with the water and it sounded desperate
Break a white an hour, based it forty grand invested
Live within the third rail, you know the man electric
Shit was like the third world, until I handle metrics, that next shit
**************************************************
About Me (Original)[Intro: Raekwon]
Yeah, ah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, ah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, ah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, ah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, you know how we do it
Turn me up, kid, let's get it popping
Yo Dre, good looking on this coke, man
This shit is official

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Aiyo, it's back to business, making them diskettes, pushing sixes
Rocking wild animals on jackets are sickening
Hear me? From here to Rockaway to Cali, we flipped this
Broad day, Chef'll saute, his lyrics is crispy
Now I got Dre up in the kitchen, Rae stuck in position
Bout to flame broil his coke and get busy
What? Politics, pop collars and drive violent whips
Stay fly, hungry and wise, you know the code, honor it
Sit back, yelling it's nothing, unless his buttons get pressed
We don't stress nothing, we only get dressed
Stretched out, moving professional, frying more fish
I heard it in slurs, them niggas is blessed
While we ball to the maximum, give me the floor, for real
I show off and let my money get stretched
Take it to a new level, new bezzle, few rebels
Few wolves with medals on, you know we get test

[Hook: Raekwon]
Me, nigga, me, that's who, Cash Rule
You better slow it down, niggas'll smash you, cousin
Me, nigga, me, pass through, rascals
Half gorilla, half ape in them track suits, black
Me, nigga, me, capsules, birds, whips
Ounces and fifths no licking the glass, duke
Yeah, yea-yea-yeah, yea-yea-yeah, yeah (yeah)
I'm here, so it's there, yea-yea-yea-yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Game]
Yo, I be on the Island, wildin', stallions under the Phantom hood
With the V12 growling like Mike Vick's pit bulls, the last one to die
Probably cried, chinky eyes, heading straight for the dirt
That's how it is in my hood, Compton, niggas put you under the Earth
Four-five bulging out that white T-shirt like a hard on
This block shit is ill, like the nigga that put Raekwon the God, on
I can drink to that, but all the Patron probably gone
Chef brought the Hennessey, we start to get our polly on
Ashy knuckles, taped up veggies in a duffle
Back to back Beemers, Moss'll play me in a huddle, yeah
I pop big shit, New York Knick shit
L.A. Laker paper, Kobe coming off a pick, shit
I'm the shooter, the marble rip ruger
Hard tops, we tell stories like Slick Rick the Ruler

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Raekwon]
I'm that live little live nigga up in the Lex
Swinging through hoods, ratchets and a couple Gillette's
Peoples is straight, can't tell me nothing, we cake
Rolling lovely, bricks and white shit up in Mercedes
I live by the code, I was never a fake
When it's time to ride, I be in the front with the ace
Lighting blunts, Marvin Gaye shit, bumping them great
Glass of Cru', get a writing hand, wiping the paint
Candy apple shine, all my niggas in the line, pollying
Everybody jollying, and we straight
What it do, baby, Wu coming through in that new Mercedes
Everybody looking like it's Houston, but it ain't
Staten Island hot boys, pushing them hot toys
You gon' fuck around and let your woman get you got boy
Who ripped the fever back in '97, rip the year?
Who came in Cali after west coast gangstas there?

[Hook]
**************************************************
Ferry Boat Killaz[Intro: Raekwon]
Yo, pass off, man
You know what it is, man
It's that shit, yo, Alchemist, what up?
Good looking

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Ferry Boat killas, Park Hillas, infra red lasers
On the top of the ceilings, can't sneak by
Go downs is like blow hounds, we smother the block
Jumping in front of cars, lending niggas four pounds
Walk, keep it moving, yo, hop in the range
I know you real, cuz I raised you, not gon' front on your aim
We spit together, rocking wrist lights, stunting, right in front of
The parking lot
I'm like that shark wearing, lighting, been Niking
One bling, two bling no, only Boeings
And trips to Australia, yo, my niggas is smoke fiends
Fuck in every part of the planet, slam a forty with a salmon
Hit your ho on target, we family
These are big niggas, grown men, who travel the world
Calling global drug dealing niggas, moguls
Never locals, only courts I now is sober
And this is real nigga food, Chef giving out his soul food

[Interlude: Raekwon]
Get a plate, man, for real, man
Come eat, man

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
Bulldogs they calling, phantom doors lift up, crawling
Kiss Shallah hand in the Holland
Larry and his guns is weird, six hundred onions a year
No more running, see the morgue, shorty
Wild nights, crew gunning cats, animal jackets and axes
Bulletproof buses, forty backs
Niggas is Romans, then turn around and they gon', then
Hoods is paro', niggas is logged in
Channel to channel, hammer to hammer
Rock a bandana knife like Rambo on the scrambler
Get high, trust your trigger man, logic is the bigger man
Get shit done, hit Orlando
New improved killas is beemer, plasma walls with the ninas
Stick your arm in the back, you jink
Thirty seven, three one five, eleven oh nine
With two T's, it's like rolling up new trees

[Outro: Raekwon]
Light up, man, light up, man
Open that nigga, I'mma blow ya, I'mma give ya a hundred, nigga
Just for that right there, my arm is...
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Fat Lady Sings[Intro: Raekwon w/ others in background ("Dred")]
{I'm tired of them muthafuckas down the block
Every time I come outside, them niggas ---}
Aiyo, some major station radio {aiyo, come on, hurry up}
Get the joint, {hurry up, son}, kill all those niggas man
We going Ricky Retardo on them niggas
{Everybody just shut the fuck up
I'm tired of using this muthafucking grenade right now}
What you seen stupid?
You don't even know what you talking bout, man
You fabricating the wrong shit, man
Both of them niggas were stand up niggas, man
Niggas went to war! You know how it go
In order to be a general, nigga, you still gotta be a soldier (Gotta
Kill ya bloodclot)
Speak about what happened then, man, for real, fuck it, aiyo --
Check this out, man, what niggas is doing over here, man?
(Why you think ya gangsta?) Yo Dred, man, word up, man
(Why ya'll dont know nothing) This is ours, man, we own all this right here, man
(Who you? Who ya talk about?) Straight up, man, we know how real it could get
(Who ya talk to to?) But it's gon' be repercussions

[Verse: Raekwon]
Punch broke the Dred's jaw, pulled the four out
And went off, told him that he can't sling his raw
When he fell, yo, he broke his wrist, his bangles flew off
His Balley's was scuffed, then he blew a kiss
Bleeding out the side of his ear, niggas was staring
And the silk shirt was ripped off, Punch cut his hair
Razors was bloody, he kept hitting, Dred grabbed his shirt
Showing his stomach, the kid had zippers on him
Bitches was flipping, they grabbed Tasha, caught her for a Louis
Snatched her titties right up out the bitch bra
No selling over here, Jack, heard the Dred mumble
'You be dead in a week' then he stumbled back
Little young Keyon rushed him, yeah, shorty was a vet
Gillette soldiers, shorty hit the neck
Blood squirted, look like laundry detergent, the Dred fell out
Right from there, he gon' need a surgeon
You ain't dead yet?

[Hook x2: Raekwon]
The fat lady sings, the fat lady sings, the fat lady sings
The fat lady sings, the fat lady sings, the fat lady sings
**************************************************
Jury[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Yo, we came long ways but we got on
Yo, holdin' my son's arm
Make it through the industry calm Lord
His name Rakim Allah
Wid a wavy threw on shallah
Braveheart nigga from start yo
We all scientific instruments
I got put on math
Going through ill consequences
Running from jakes, running in gates
Check out the main face
We gotta gas and erase
Me not the ambitious one
I rather be there throw a word or two in
We here, I know we worth money yo
Just relax start analyzing
'Fore you start adding your sales tax
Took that jewel in ooh 'bout to get large
Fuck that fucking wit C rules
Y'all fools, by then 2 rhymes is wrote
Trying to master my flow
Gettin' diamonds on the low
Splash me a boat

[Hook: Kim Stephens]
What I'm gonna be
Is something more than anyone could think of me
Do what you want I'm still gon' live my destiny
I've got one chance to live my life
And as long as I'm alive I will make it

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
Hard work a label was sold yo
Just trying to take control rock me a Roll
Block me the goal take my time and build
Enter The 36 got real people wanna see us
The word Steeles, your work reflects your life
Your earth respects you twice
Commodity advice chill wit the ice
That's when I caught on
Sell these niggas the illusion
And plus live it out on spite
Yo the block is draining and scary
A nigga might die out here
Or be in some jail law library
Unlawful entry a century
Fuck I wanna live in jail?
I'm already in ghetto penitentiary
Talent made me be involuntary to y'all now
I just add on and teach one of y'all
Don't get exiled caught up in the mix
And loose sight focus first
And you're forced to go wild yo

[Hook: Kim Stephens]
What I'm gonna be
Is something more than anyone could think of me
Do what you want I'm still gon' live my destiny
I've got one chance to live my life
And as long as I'm alive I will make it (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, aiyyo, aiyyo)

[Verse 3: Raekwon]
Prosperity endangered so many of us
All the bullshit has got away with murder
That's why we can see who's real and who's fake
And who bit off the last nigga tape stole the steak
Wake up we running outta plans
The devil inside of him
Tricknology is in one hand
Future's so far to see
The present's how will it be
The past don't even ask just believe
Looking in the dictionary
Trying to spell out hard words
Define 'em and design 'em
I shine and curve
Take this jewel in and conquer me
I blend it in wit ganja
Not for the babies it's a mind sponsor
From the 17 million God raised
2 million lost slaved
19 million may we all praise
So when we wake up
Let's straighten up and get it together
For real and keep all getting paper

[Hook: Kim Stephens]
What I'm gonna be
Is something more than anyone could think of me
Do what you want I'm still gon' live my destiny
I've got one chance to live my life
And as long as I'm alive I will make it

[Outro: Kim Stephens]
Do what you want I'm still gon' live my life
**************************************************
All About You[Intro]
Yeah yeah!
Raekwon Teflon in this motherfucker!
Yo Stelle what up! what's good?
Show niggas the power right now!

[Hook: Estelle]
This is the wrong time - but I wish you were all mine
I ain't trying to wait, listen to fate
But what's a man to do?
Said I'm all confused and you ain't trying to choose
Whether I win or lose, baby
Yeah, it's all about you, all about you
It's all about you
Said it's all about you, all about you
Said it's all about you, all about you
Yeah, it's all about you, all about you
All about you

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
It been about me, I'm a king from the rip
My own millionaire style, my swag on dip
Stay fresh in the freshest places
Flip papers, fly around, Bugattis and yachts
Holding knots, C.R.E.A.M relations
It's like hitting the lotto winning
More money, more problems you gotta be kidding
I'd rather sit up in the Bronx and parlay some shit up
I'm usually breaking down eights and slaying some sit-ups
Boo, it's tight times, let me hustle
´Cause everything you want, I'm near with all muscle
´Cause when I'm in the streets, we eating, more Ruffles
Then we can play the suits in Vegas, all duffles
´Cause you the queen, I'm the king, be a rider
A man with a game plan stressing, ain't a rider
So let me paint picture, stay crisp, we providers
We real, realer than real, word to mamas

[Hook: Estelle]
This is the wrong time - but I wish you were all mine
I ain't trying to wait, listen to fate
But what's a man to do?
Said I'm all confused and you ain't trying to choose
Whether I win or lose, baby
Yeah, it's all about you, all about you
It's all about you
Said it's all about you, all about you
Said it's all about you, all about you
Yeah, it's all about you, all about you
All about you

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
Kingpin chef in the town, keep it 100
Ice on his neck and his arms with more money
Jump into the 250 Joan, gettin' blunted
Pockets carry more than a stack, we all frontin'
Rich black African, dons getting cheddar
Shorty knows  better, let's blow, bring the Beretta
Showing off the vault, you walk, nigga, you're welcome
Or you can stay here and be rich with me and help 'em
I'm just crazy, fly slick intelligence
He play high, on the strips, and flip pelicans
My whole clique is in this bitch, 10 elephants
Who stay fresher than us? That's irrelevant
True, yeah, nothing but a G-thing
Whoa, yo, they be coming through, peep game
Boo, I know it's over baby, keep playing
Oops, I'm out of energy, street king

[Hook: Estelle]
This is the wrong time - but I wish you were all mine
I ain't trying to wait, listen to fate
But what's a man to do?
Said I'm all confused and you ain't trying to choose
Whether I win or lose, baby
Yeah, it's all about you, all about you
It's all about you
Said it's all about you, all about you
Said it's all about you, all about you
Yeah, it's all about you, all about you
All about you
**************************************************
Fuck Them[Intro: Method Man]
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Fuck you

[Chorus x2: Method Man]
What you wanna be when you grow up, you wanna be thugs
You wanna be pranksters, you wanna sell drugs
You wanna be gangsters
That's what silly boys are made of

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Aiyo; aiyo; Coogies and forty seven flavors, display swade gators
We coming through to blaze neighbors
Meet mark and pardon me to heat mark, a dutch spark it
Lex Leonardo arts profit
Apple cranberry mixed with Cristal, fan worry
Desert mountain crib in the ground, we arsonists
One point five a liter, take a taste, splash your heater
Smack your face twice, clap your sneakers
Shit is like a mission to Mars, fishing for bars
Taking what's ours, knowledge the car pa
Don't be stupid, get a little cash better swoop it
Throw it in the ground and recoup it
Next check was best, your family pack your shit
Get vexed, leave a nigga standing in a bag of leaves
Some niggas catch on later, try to put them on they haters
I met eighty of them niggas yo
Waiting on the sidelines drooling, some need schooling
Let me teach yo and roll a student what
Rule one: yo respect if you lose son
Don't be big back about to learn to move dunn
All hell to niggas in jails with sharks in they fishtanks
Now he come home he a whale
Wolves in the projo's, projo's yo
We realer up in my shows yo middle finger 5-0s
Take time to climb vines yo
Lay on the lines like Laury only loving Rae kind
Sun splash cash laying like three bags of hash
Fully wrapped in a Indian man's stash

[Chorus x2: Method Man]
What you wanna be when you grow up, you wanna be thugs
You wanna be pranksters, you wanna sell drugs
You wanna be gangsters
That's what silly boys are made of

[Verse 2: Raekwon (Method Man)]
Aiyo, get up, Lex should be bragging
Get it up, fuck shorty got cream in a mean truck
Prop-ness she holler like the Loch Ness
He large rock this, fresh Ferrari in a drop six
Fro's, yo talking about the dough on his clothes
Glaze is crushed up poking on rolls yo
Oh yeah and maybe getting cream
See what I mean black queen, stop actin' like crack fiends and
Brawl we wanna thank all of y'all
Play the wall hype checking how this lady walks stay hawking
Grab the remain, divorce, shame came to yours
We like green, rock the same game plan, ours (Yo, Yo)

[Verse 3: Method Man]
Ladies and gentlemen, you're about to see
A pastime hobby about to be
Taking to the next degree
By M-E-F and the bloody Chef Boyardee
Watch out bitches is too nosey, backhand slapping the phoney
Got to walk it off can't mosey, who got you open up
Crack pipe still smoking, face frozen
Coke straw sticking out your nose and D
Proposing that you bleed on the Chef apron
My thing hold down the play-pen and say the nursery rhymes they making
Come on now, shit's too real, fuck you and now your man feel
Time don't stand still for y'all bitches
Wanna Big Ball, I got two for you to juggle in your jizzals
I'm losing it now, going to pieces like a jigsaw
Aiyo, she multi-colored like a rainbow
Mr. Meth and the Cuban Link kiddo
On tracks we connect, politic ditto, take that to that

[Chorus x2: Method Man]
What you wanna be when you grow up, you wanna be thugs
You wanna be pranksters, you wanna sell drugs
You wanna be gangsters
That's what silly boys are made of
**************************************************
Yae Yo[Intro]
We doing this baby
Oh shit! What the fuck happened
Nah man, Nah
Nah this what I'ma do
I'ma get on the phone one time
Stupid, yo, eh-yo, eh-yo

[Verse]
Why this shit ain't cooking up right
Papi told me this is solid white
Fuck it wrap it up take it back up
Still in all it's a play out
Tired of spending money might get them niggas laid out
Yo, yo Fernando sent me yo
Stop acting hostile yo
And yo don't point that shit at me
Bad enough I gotta come in the crib
With spanish niggas using languages and shit
I'm feeling like a dick
Left the crib with my hand brolic
This is some bullshit
Might get knocked take the wrist coward
Yo Fernando what happened?
Shit cooking up backwards light up a Backwood
Don't make me backtrack
Blew it dime it the llelo lay low
Saying in my mind, fuck that papi gotta pay off
Cash rules the Power-Wu chant it
Yo Louis this ain't our product, this is Carlos family
Oh y'all wanna play me like a smoker
Coming out my ice choker
My man in the back, looking colder
Papi yo why y'all wanna jucks me
Yo listen B we got the best clientele since '83
Fuck it, pull out the pot let's cook it
Light the stove up
Julie go to the store get some flour
Sat back burning a big dutch
With the crisp 18 shot Glock, stashed in my nuts
Poured it in the Pyrex sizzling
Now it start drizzling
Rainy day murder black won't miss him
Still I'm yelling this shit is business
But they still ain't gon' violate
What I stand for with these drizzers
He took it off the stove run the water
Trying to work me yo
Knew I shouldn't've hit the nigga's daughter
He mighta showed more love
Than went in the freezer
Broke the ice down, pour it in
We both looking at it on the twirl around particles grew
Fly Kahlúas is mad sliding Coronas through
Feeling like Castro's cousin
Gave them niggas all of my life
All of my paper all my judgement
It droppa only like an ounce worth
Should I just come out my shirt
Go berserk and let the Macks burst
Skate off body in the Bronx
Same shit Gotti was on
Shallah they gonna get your's play it calm
Seventeen five was the total plus the five
Hundred for the cab driver that was rolling
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Son Of Sam[Intro]

[Hook]
The sun used to shine on my street, on my street
The moon was visible at all times
Light bulbs substituting my moonlight
Rays of the sun replaced by lamps

[Verse 1]
Gangsters, buffalos, flexing in bear hats
We call 'em Russians, New Yorkers'll wear that
Gambling outside Macy's, me and all these career rats
Don't know 'em but I'm about to break 'em
Ice roller bound, rolling in cracks
Yanks said stack it, this ain't how I get down
The crowd got silent, heavy face slap
He slapped his Wis in the face for looking down
Caesar with the half-moon, large gash wound on his face
Pretty boy, yo scarred for life
He ain't a sucker though, this nigga a killer
Caught his enemies up in the box, ill y'all, did 'em right
Now he rich, his partner's the real here
Curly haired Indian who sat in a wheelchair just scheming
Yeah Don, hop in the BM, come see me
Before you know it machine guns I'm seeing

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Rolling yard weed out the jars
All I see is bag beaches, king, black sand, Wallabee Clarks
We in intense mad colorful pictures, everybody get nice
Gift bags for the bitches that's ice
A-yo the shotty in Alex hand, chill in the foyer
Give your lawyer this bread and be cool, just stay a warrior
The East is in the building, bottles with sparkles on 'em
Yo Rae, I fuck with your waves with the goggles killing
That's what it is, Manhattan all the way to the Grand Rapids
We stay stunting with the clappers
Fishscale parties, commercial niggas bother me
We just as hard as they come, that's my discography
Medellín music, part-time Cuban
Who only eat steaks and grapes, boo how you moving
Perfectionist, applause, kings cooling, new movement
Up in the Wraith I'm outta here, peace to Jeweler

[Hook]
**************************************************
New Day[Verse 1: Raekwon]
What's good scientist? talk to me kid, how's life working?
Keep your money up dead killers murking niggas
I'm strong been through mountains, I'm like Martin, one Spartan
Guaranteed to blow up your start week
My measurements is ordinance, little bit flashy
Nah, I'm lying I'm all cashmere with glasses
Yeah I'm flashy, don't come through fronting this shit
Light a whole big blunt to this shit
We sit around the table here it goes
It's yours, mines, his, hers, what? This what it does
Just keep it in the family, all love
Lets put the plugs together and cake up, build up the buzz
I write for real niggas who down, bring your hound with you
Throw em a jewel with meat on it, now did you
Analyze it like a 27 inch, give me the wrench
So we can throw a niggas some heroin and Jane and Finch

[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
Bitch I'm from the ski mask school house
Where life stay complicated, intoxicated and gooned out
And niggas ain't graduated but they can relate with they tool belt
That 2 for 10 crack stems, needles and spoons out
Ooh I need some paper, ooh my fingers itching
I wish that Santa Claus would put a brick under my tree for Christmas
A new wig for my bitch and two choppers off in my stocking
Baking soda yola'n locking, you cop then drop the deposit
Signed my life right on the dotted line, wrote it in blood
Got my uncle wiping down my tires, sold em a dub
Niggas know I rap for most of my days, I rap with my plug
Before I see my platinum album, I see my day with the judge, fuck it
When I die tell my mama I'm in the mafia
Ecuadorian chick 'bout to scoop me up from LaGuardia
A party you wanna stop but you can't give up the sport
Little stove Pyrex and fork, shouts to East New York, nigga
**************************************************
Solid Gold[Chorus: P Wright]
That don't make you solid (Ah, yeah)
Solid like gold (Solid like gold)
You need to let go (Woah)
Might bust your gun but that don't make you solid
Solid (Solid like gold, yeah)
You're hollow inside and I know (Woah, woah)
It ain't in your design, yeah (It's real)
Make you solid

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Look hollow on my planet
The brain's thinkin' from the left
I'm smilin', but stealin' all our wrong from the Shaolins
Fly words get sewn together
You know my energy's a teller
A fortune make a room in Venezuela
Blunt's lit, guns on the dick
We smart, meanest niggas, yo
A bundle of us, know this the risk
I shine in many parts, darts is suede
It's like smooth lemonade
With a tap of ginger, yes, I'm a ninja
Regardless of my info, it's meant for
The solids and the kinfolk
Sit down, check what your kin wrote, bro
Knowledge is college, blessings is lessons
Don't be no dumb-dumb-dummy 'cause that don't...

[Chorus: P Wright]
That don't make you solid (Ah, yeah)
Solid like gold (Solid like gold)
You need to let go (Woah)
Might bust your gun but that don't make you solid
Solid (Solid like gold, yeah)
You're hollow inside and I know (Woah, woah)
It ain't in your design, yeah
Make you solid

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
From blazin' half-moon Caesars in the west with some ends
They know Shallah, his glow is like fly, fly Benzes
In the midst with hustler style
Every corner is trial, stand for somethin' or get caught in the wild
I used to love gettin' down with the foul
Pullin' hammers in crowds
The shit from yesterday I wish I knew now
It's all bugged out, thugged out
Some in the mountains and some are slugged out
Hit with twenty-five, that ain't live
But still I bow
Praises due, don't fuck with the haters, dude
Add on and drop a few major jewels to save a few
Whether bein' tough and that's how you roll
Just listen to your brother with the scroll
Take these blessings and go, bro (What?)

[Chorus: P Wright]
That don't make you solid (Ah, yeah)
Solid like gold (Solid like gold)
You need to let go (Woah, woah)
Might bust your gun but that don't make you solid (Don't make you solid)
Solid (Solid like gold, solid)
You're hollow inside and I know (Woah, woah)
It ain't in your design, yeah (Woah)
Solid (Ah, yeah)
Solid like gold (Solid like gold)
You need to let go (Woah, woah)
Might bust your gun but that don't make you solid
Solid (Solid like gold, solid)
You're hollow inside and I know (Woah, woah)
It ain't in your design, yeah (Woah)
Don't make you solid
**************************************************
Prince of Thieves[Intro]
Goodnight popo
Goodnight popo
Goodnight fiends
Goodnight fiends
Goodnight hoppers
Goodnight hoppers
Goodnight hustlers
Goodnight hustlers
Goodnight scammers
Goodnight scammers
Goodnight to everybody
Goodnight to everybody

[Verse 1]
Prince of thieves, catch me in the trees
Four long under the sleeves covered in leaves
Dark nights shooters, Rugers
Black capes folded over wranglers
The gold dobermans with keys
Run the town cracksmiths, we clack kids, we want a ransom
Or drop 'em out the most just answer
Who run them niggas who run niggas
Did somethin', but don't want nothin'
Just don't cuff 'em, bluff 'em
Pyramid mansions we give grandsons
Take 'em out of space, take apes, now go plan some
Yeah meet me at the end of the road
Been through the globe
No hoppin' in and out, this shit is global
We hood moguls with vocals
Niggas ride local, never been nowhere
We drop niggas out in the Poconos
Yeah a bunch of Rondos with condos
.45 hollows, ready to slide fly to Chicago
Eyes closed, money makin' Pablos who slob hoes
Never, I'd rather be sittin' in Key Largo
Yeah, yellin', "Bravo" with all of my hood niggas live though
This how the .45 blow

[Break]
This is that real live extra rap calligraphy good shit, nigga
Only built for real niggas, man
Real motherfuckers man

[Verse 2]
Godfather energy, the ghosts play
Ay yo I bought one for minutes then strayed, I only drive karmas
Baseball hats and diamonds
Come through disgrace y'all, niggas ain't place of matrys
Automatic magnets, swag beds
Niggas'll grab necks, break your collar bone
Apply Lex should switch off and hit the globe
We in the numbers with different goals
While niggas bitchin', we in the Rolls just blowin'
Blood slow and stay off my circumference, homie
Where bosses live for real and it's lonely
Everybody strivin' to feast, we in the belly of the beast
Leech us, starve us, niggas wanna piece
That's why I stay humble and hard
Cross my path the wrong way, you dyin' and I'm flyin' in grace
Swim like Phelps over beats
I rhyme with the elites
Who live off the land takin' your eats, nigga
**************************************************
You Hear Me[Intro: Raekwon]
Yup
Get this flow together nigga
Get that flow sounding ridiculous you heard
You heard
For real
Check the flow

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Glass shoe tape
Wristband kick slaying cub cop a pair
Mind blown bricks laying whats foreign
Grew up on stick ups
The whole click robbed know we ain't starving yes
Pulling out big notes yes
Jumping in the big S I'm fresh
All about success let's flex
From the rip get checks what's next
Hit grass get a pass that stress
I remain non-lame I'm blessed
Pull the nine I'm firing yes
Cause my mind knows best
Catch me in the shop
Buying a bitch out
Flying in a Lear
I'm right in the bitch mouth
Heard I'm in the chair
Louie the bitch out
Its all real yeah
You heard it from his mouth

[Bridge: Raekwon]
You hear me
You hear me
You hear me
You hear me
You hear me
You hear me
You hear me
You hear me

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
Crown broken down, freaks want a thousand
Let me stroke 'em down
One bite, one town
Send siblings, hustling is business
Tustling niggas up, stomp 'em in Tims
Meet my hounds
Sitting on plainsclothes
Bitch calm down
All I rock's Kangols
Six all brown
Inside mangos
Getting it hold the town niggas got a rainbow
Everyday motto, seek for pay day
All in the lotto, Sheep's could sued grey
Out in the Cabos eating steak plates
Whatever it do, Keep the same traits
Jeeps with name plates, Sweep the main gates
Try the blunts yo they fixed with green flakes
Living up top, let's rock with team faith
And get money nigga pop I need space

[Bridge: Raekwon]
You hear me
You hear me
You hear me
You hear me
You hear me
You hear me
You hear me
You hear me
**************************************************
Revory (Wraith)[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Bubble Goose, smokin' bubble kush
The Uzis is navy blue, a couple coupes
Satan around, stackin' suckers, save the truce
Mansions before these niggas, we done, we deucin'
Crackin' fish in the Ritz Carlton, take a piss
69 floors up, sparklin' Cris'
Moneybags stacked in duvet sheets
Few strange freaks follow the Wraiths
Walk through the gates, nigga
Pyrex Cubano connection
New York Mexicans, they call us the team for smugglin' wet shit
The Al Pacinos of rap, yep, they planned it with me
Pass the baguette, gold Louis phone, hand it to me
Raised a million champs, this is our civilian's lamp
Furless sweats, stay in jets, kill a billion camps
Pussy niggas get strangled fast
Still I'm cool on the fast, rockin' the grill of glass
Desert boot on, countin' a million cash
This is all I ask for, love is fair war, let's build the masses
Sittin', boat sailin', scenic routes, catch the quotes
Young, armed and dangerous [?] couple posters
I'm like known in a couple coasts
Rae and Ghost, familiar with us? Wraiths and Ghosts

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I'm hearin' how these niggas plottin'
Madame sleepin' on Egyptian cotton
Miles Davis vinyl still spinnin'
I've been to Freaknik, I've been livin'
You see the Bentley and we smokin' in the parking lot
Contract killers so we rarely talk a lot
Guiseppes and my weapon when you see me steppin'
10th grade education with a MAC-11
The definition of a renaissance
Twice a day I change watches, chains and the charms
Tatted on my back, chest and my palms
Then it's me and Diddy, dice games at the Palms
Blew a mil' in cash just to let the bitches watch
Take her down to the lobby, get the bitch a watch
Tinted windows, smokin' with a screw face
Black hoodies on, bullies think it's Wu-Tang
Barry White blarin' in the white Benz
Runnin' like I had a curly perm back then
It's Rozay and I'm 40 up
Pink Belaire in a nigga's cup

[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]
Ayo jumpin' out the shower, jewels on, heated up
Fluffy Polo towels in Melbourne, gettin' it
Hands is ashy, cash keep comin', dice hand like Lil Poo
Young god bowlin' with thunder
Bettin' bricks out at the Knicks came with Cubans from Biscayne
Burnin' the Castro cigars with a big flame
Godfather coats and hard bottoms
Everything down to cribs, hoes and gear, we got 'em
It's the lean team, Medellín chains
Shop niggas like fresh fruit, like old grand earth, can of green beans
We'll cut you and you and you, nigga
This is me, Rae and Rick; box-cutters on crews, nigga
**************************************************
The Reign[Intro]
We here, lord
Let's go, lord, come on

[Verse 1]
On top of my game with cuban linx in my chain
Iconic, icon victorious, whenever the mic is on
Stay gettin' it if this foul place see the semi's clapped
Bad Brazilians with hourglass figures and doobie wraps
Wordplay is wicked as wild flour, this wild power got me flyin' over the globe
'Mega, where you be at? Not where I be
Rich, wealthy and ruthless in Morocco blowin' [?] , striving for more chips
Steady cheese, guap, papes, bread, C.R.E.A.M, whatever
From the projects to small islands, stylin', we run together
It feel good, don't it? Compliments from yours truly
Some people doubted but, but fuck it, my source rules
Judge wise when I'm connecting dots, I'm so smooth
Make a toast for the king diamond, I'm that dude
Fantastic, repetitive classics
My style's made to dress you, I style on you bastards

[Hook]
From the drug game I learned how to stay focused
Back up in this, yeah, getting the world it's fix
Hustlers mentality, you know me, son, for slangin' that shit
Apply the same rules to music and watch words flip
From the drug game I learned how to stay focused
Back up in this, yeah, getting the world it's fix
Hustlers mentality, you know me, son, for slangin' that shit
Apply the same rules to music and watch words flip
And watch words flip

[Interlude]
Yeah, son, yeah, son, sick
That's Jameson's
You know how we do
We coming out with nothin' but the raw
Let me tell you nigga's somethin', man
We here, lord
Y'all know nothing about this life, man
Let me tell you one time

[Verse 2]
Glorious, wine deliverer
Givin' y'all somethin' so fruitful, truthful
Hard felt celebrating this legacy, longevity
I define it, garments, they all designers
Shoes that be the brightest, my women that be the finest
Dining, five star restaurant, exotic shellfish
Prominent gift, kush cologne, I smell rich
They tell me not to shine, I can't help it
It was meant for me to floss, and make hits 'til them digits add more comma's
Artillery for drama, beaucoup armor
Let the piranhas eat up a hater's flesh, sleep and [?] pyjamas
From a [?] I pull [?] out on you [?]
Number one Don, Lex so sophisticated, educated
Word complex, throughout your project echoes
And y'all ain't heard half of it yet
My badge is that of a vest
Signatures, anxious to sign more checks

[Hook]
From the drug game I learned how to stay focused
Back up in this, yeah, getting the world it's fix
Hustlers mentality, you know me, son, for slangin' that shit
Apply the same rules to music and watch words flip
From the drug game I learned how to stay focused
Back up in this, yeah, getting the world it's fix
Hustlers mentality, you know me, son, for slangin' that shit
Apply the same rules to music and watch words flip
And watch words flip
**************************************************
Flashback Memories[Intro: Raekwon (The Game)]
Yo Game what up, (Yo Chef what it is)
Ain't nothing my nigga, tryna get paid in full man
(You know I'm definitely down for that)
So you reppin' Black Wall Street right
(Black Wall Street general, five star soldier and all that)
No question I'm reppin' Vatican, we gone do this big nigga style
Let's take em there for real, let's go

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Before flusty days livin' in Killa Hills
I was young'd out with rusty waves
Cuttin' hair, chillin', going down town blazin'
Layin' up in Albee Square, when I bought my first fronts there
Everybody young as fuck, in the pizza shop, what up?
Brooklyn niggas rap with a cuffle
Call the highlights the gangsta dialect
Before I let any nigga take mine I'm dyin', Moet
What's the jump off, the new shit
Demi sec, hold up a sec
Get this crack money, niggas except
Wick checks, food stamps and amps
Blue Wallabees, Aviaries' on in the back on the ramp
You know we pop off for hours, cowards beware
Word to Mother, you gon' respect my power
Respect the dollar, no quizzy, get busy
It was like adolescents at war, we clapped them thizzies
On the duece suited Voltron, the ratchet heavy
In the crib coolin' blunted, watchin' Tom & Jerry
Bagin' up, laughin', blingin', rhymin' and singin'
When it come to getting currency, call me a swinger
We rock Maybachs, Benzes is little
Icicles on, cover the ground with a massive dribble
Call us ballers, brawlers, them whores want all us
Suede down, coolin', playin' spades with quarters
And then left it for the rap game
All my niggas grab 'pagne
Bust of them seals it's mad flames, y'all lames
Stay in your lane, we movin' like big money
Bet a nigga die for them chains
You know the slang baby, watch me lay her
Half goon, half mayor, the other half call me a hater
But later, I'ma polly for Rae-ah, and a hundred wolves
Pull next time, respect the playa, what

[Chorus: Raekwon]
Flashbacks, memories, two shots of Hennessy
Street life etiquette, real niggas blend with me
Talkin' 'bout ten a key, Baltimore, Tennessee
I ain't got to tell you, how long I been a G

Flashbacks, memories, two shots of Hennessy
Street life etiquette, real niggas blend with me
Talkin' 'bout ten a key, Baltimore, Tennessee
I ain't got to tell you, how long I been a G

[Verse 2: The Game]
I'm sick and that drop Aston is the medicine
Ridin' with the moon in the rear view, it's only evident
I'm fly as the wings on a seven forty-seven jet
Game code his rhymes, ain't even been recorded yet
On the fence where my Father used to sport a Vet
And my Uncle Red ran the rock like door set
Rewind time ten years before I had the Lex
Mail man scared to drop the bills on my door step
Little nigga street dreamin' 'bout a fast car
My father had dope tracks like his arm was Nascar
In eighty-seven, shit I was maybe seven
Watchin' my big brother throwin' ten, come back with eleven
Only knew what it was cause I overheard
My Pops on the phone talkin' 'bout selling all my birds
I cried over the next eight years over them pigeons
To only find out not one was missing, word

[Chorus: Raekwon]
Flashbacks, memories, two shots of Hennessy
Street life etiquette, real niggas blend with me
Talkin' 'bout ten a key, Baltimore, Tennessee
I ain't got to tell you, how long I been a G

Flashbacks, memories, two shots of Hennessy
Street life etiquette, real niggas blend with me
Talkin' 'bout ten a key, Baltimore, Tennessee
I ain't got to tell you, how long I been a G

[Outro: Raekwon]
Yeah, that's how we do what we do, knahmsayin'?
For real, the only thing we do baby
Is fold dough, you heard?
And read the DuPont all day nigga
And get the stove clean you heard
This is real official shit man, word up man
Our jewelry is different from all these
Phony ass, carrot cake ass niggas
Fake ice philanthropist, you know what the fuck I mean nigga
Ha ha, it's real niggas right here boy
Word up, go buy the babies them big bangin
Am & Barshon necklaces, nothing but Louie luggage nigga
YouknowhatI'msayin', catch me in the South of France nigga
Clean as a fuck, that's how it go
Yeah, this is powerful shit baby, word up
Black Wall Street, Vatican, BT man, what up baby
**************************************************
Walk with Me[Intro from the motion picture "The Education of Sonny Carson"]
What you doin' on our turf, punk?
Got a message for Smokey
Give it
You Smokey, man?
Give it!
If you ain't Smokey, it ain't yo' motherfuckin' message
Motherfucker, I said gimme the message!
It's from Willie, in the slam
Nigga, you been busted?
Yeah, the man picked me up
Well, I ain't got no fuckin' time to play witchu! Now gimme the message
Willie's in Warwick, doin' 1-3. Told me to tell y'all motherfuckers to
Keep cool. He be out one way or another. Quick. Maybe I could stick
Around for awhile
Naw, that's out, man. You know? What can we The Lords do with a punk like you?
Kiss my ass, motherfucker! (Burn 'em) Just me and you, motherfucker, just
Me and you. I put trademarks around your fuckin' eye!]

[Portrayin', won't be payin'. Uh huh, Uh huh]
[Yeah, no doubt, no doubt, this Wally champ cat. Yeah, it's on this one]

Raekwon:

Yo, Gambino niggas who swipe theirs
Deluxe rap cavaliers
Midgets who steal beers, give 'em theirs

Chorus: Raekwon

Sit back jollyin'
My team be gamin' like three card Rolly an'
Drug Somalians pollyin'

[Verse One: Raekwon]
Many raps they crochetin'
Ay yo Iron, these niggas portrayin'
But haven't been payin'
For real, slide on these niggas like flesh fear
Caesar fade style, usually tough grenade
Throw a blade, fuck gettin' laid
Guzzle this shit like Gatorade
Big-dick Wallies have never half-suede
Connectin' with the hot style is done
Light up a chalis
I run with nuttin' but the wildest, foulest
Come on now, long-dick style
Niggas on the hit out, ay yo Iron bite my shit out
Eventually, bust a rap gun mentally
Been doin' this century kid, just meant to be
Get on your knees and bless me with a gem in the Caribbean
Skiin' off by P.M
Snatch Canadian cream with Scandinavians
Fellatium style, play it like thirty-two Arabians
The greatest lesson is don't owe, you might get stole on
When I go bury me wit Valow on

[They come to me, and understand, just let me get mines first. Then after I
Get mines, y'all can do what y'all wanna do. Fuck 'em up bad]

[Verse Two: Ghostface]
'Sho 'nuff, hit the bank and thrust
Cool Nauticas Jamie Summer got trained on the tour bus
We upgrade, swallow raw eggs, read the label
Hittin' white-label, left the Winnebago unstable
Smooth sailin', walked in, my earth started kneelin'
Started stealin', I'm too ill, see we're bellin' at the parlay
Kicked up, mack, max motion
Michael Bolton magazine call, I'm too potent
Louisville mix pain kill rap, Fuck benadryl
The violin in 'Knowledge God' sounded ill
Tremendously obnoxious, no blotches
My telephone watch'll leave bartenders topless
Dead on the prosecutor, smacked a juror
Me and my girl'll run like Luke and Laura
We sit back on Malayan islands
Sippin' mix drinks out of boat coconut bowls, we whylin'

(Break) Raekwon:

Sit back jollyin', Uh huh, Uh huh
Uh huh, Uh huh, Sit back jollyin'
Uh huh, Uh huh, Uh huh, Uh huh

(Chorus) x 2

Sit back

[Verse Three: Cappadonna]
Deep meditation sound orientated, war the blizzard
Rap para-medical the wizard
Cappadonna, never caterin' to none
My microphone and three verse weigh a ton of slaughter
You oughta five thousand back across the water
My laboratory story keep me flowin' with the glory
Acapella or deep dirty instrumental
I could blow the sky like the stormy wind blew
One gallon of whylin', Park Hill profilin'
I cut your face up rough fifty sure while you're smilin'
For violatin' my position
I leave you smoked like a crackhead on a mission
Two tokes of mic dope, one stroke of elegance
Rated like the movie graphic told intelligence
Person to person, it'd be hard for you to take a trophy
You better off to get somebody out to try to smoke me
Cause I'm P-L-O T-K-O every day
Dancehall General, Party Fanatic Colonel
Cappadonna son'a old school just go infernal
Veteran for rappin' with the new set of rule of hard rappin'
Ninety-six jive, I keep the live crowd clappin'
When I bow, all praises due to Staten Isle
I spark the mic and Shaolin spark the methtical
Every evenin', I have a by myself meetin'
Thinkin' who's gonna be the next to catch a beatin'
From my mental slangin', bitchin' rap twist the point of warfare
I brutalize, all competition catch ill hair
Chance him, that's what they said, threw up a ransom
I jacked it, stripped the beat naked and packed it
Gimme my rewards

[The way I, the way I wanna get 'em. I want 'em gotten. I want 'em layin'
Out. I want 'em gotten. Cause niggas need to be gotten. He need to be
Taken off of here. That's right.]
**************************************************
I Wanna Know[Intro: Raekwon]
Real niggas in the house
You already know
Niggas sit down and play pool and shit
Relax
What niggas don't know inside the muthafucking
Pool balls is nothing but blow
We gettin' money nigga. You already know boy
Toast off nigga lets go man c'mon

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Raised off a knucklehead block, you know the pattern
Black Reeboks all day, let's be it captain
Posing in ostrich, woolrich Galoshes
Clear gazelles crush diamonds in the boxes
Wave game spiral, sneaker game rival
Front on me, see twenty-four Caligos
Drug niggas I hang with, hold up let me change shit
Feds is listening, calicoes rang quick
Thugs blow alcohol, white bitches, tap'em all
So fuck the ass or something, yup pass it off
Icy in the ass mints, so much dough it's elastic
Fuck with the Jews, Crews, and black bits
Might break a man, the heart that'll shake a man
Smack the bones out of ya skin, wake up fam
We the veterans, so many little niggas feather skin
One corny dub, drown you in your letter kid
Necks look thirsty, whats the word, reimburse me
Two techs on his neck, burst sweet he check writing liars
Pull the gold out of your mouth with rusty pliers
Take down the flyers nigga

[Intermission: Raekwon]
Yo, yo, you already know what is nigga
This is not a game, this is not televised
This some shit that happened on a train nigga
Most powerful of them all nigga
Don't make me snatch your heart out your champion shirt nigga

[Verse 2: Doe B]
Hey, I'm from the home of the cop killers
Raised to be a rotten nigga
Rob nigga, shot ninja
You know I got that small in me
"Real Deal" Holyfield, they not authentic
Nah, these niggas half-baked crab cakes
Bitch is baby Jesus, I could sneeze and make a ground shake
Show no pity, charging city niggas out-of-town rate
While you little niggas sending wayne on an ounce plate
I'm in my house shoes, making major boss moves
Dead alone, make the wrong move it'll cost you
Old cats want they corner back, you know how Moss do
They trying to keep up with him
You starve and eat dust nigga
I'm starting to heat up nigga
Then shout "what up nigga"
What's for dinner? This is Chess not Checkers
Real finesse, a nigga trying to molest the system
Black Mamba in jungle possessed with venom
D farmer and I stalk the rest is history

[Verse 3: T.I.]
We from a small house, dropping off an eight ball
To a big deal, thirty-six mil up in my escrow
You walk up with your chest swoll, make it deflate
Been getting keys since we were wearing a Enyce
Now cool what we do, thirty-eight special in my boot
I shoot you from my shoe nigga
My wife say it's a shame how I do niggas
I say "you want me to starve them out"
She say "nah boo, get'em"
So that why I'm a handle all you niggas
Like the bitch that you are
Don't make me get you out that car and get to going in that shit
While you poppin' off? At point you knowing with this shit
We roll up slow and get you hit, pull up in morning with this shit
Or wherever, know that's not where you better be at
Or else, tell your momma pick the casket herself
Hope it make her feel better, you were dead the first year
He ain't suffer but he still a dead muthafucka
Ain't no bullets in the gun, you know you scared muthafucka
And I'm still a Bankhead muthafucka
With the plum for the low, for the bread muthafucka
I said I'm still a Bankhead muthafucka
With the plum for the low, for the bread muthafucka

[Outro: T.I.]
They say Yo B
Hustle Gang G.D.O.D
Raekwon the chef
T.I.P the King
We cold to cold with this shit man
East Coast, West Coast, Midwest
Mid-Alantic, North East, Down South
Patna I got the boy cold
Come seem me
Fatality
**************************************************
Clientele Kidd[Intro: Raekwon]
Yo straight up last minute, you know what time it is
Word up, yeah, yeah, yeah
Word up, blip blip blap blap blap, what
What up?

[Bridge: Polite]
Who don't know? They don't know, betta let 'em know
There they go, here we go
Who don't know? They don't know, betta let 'em know
There they go, here we go

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Ayo Clientele Kidd
Layin in the crib gettin' ill money, those who hate ours, they ain't get it
Got rugby's on and 4/5ths
Attractin' them niggas I go against, the money was his
One nasty unit of murderers, all type-a Goons'll watch
Then four minutes later, they burglars
I heard from the grapevine, mine made it
Elevate the name up, this gift got a reign and his game went up
And now he's stronger than ever, Nike jackets and Classics
Go against it and it's instant vendettas
He run things, gun down Kings, check the joint the kid flyin' in
Crib in Africa with two lions
Somethin' like the Prince of a jewel thief, so smack the millions
Came back wrapped it up, too sweet
The game is missin' somethin' unique
I put too much to fall back on, I rather just sleep

[Hook: Polite]
CHEF! We designin', rhymin' with Diamonds
CHEF! Ice Water, it was all in the timin'
CHEF! He gave y'all niggas bricks on consignment
CHEF! To the death and he Billboard climbin'
CHEF! We designin', rhymin' with Diamonds
CHEF! Ice Water, it was all in the timin'
CHEF! He gave y'all niggas bricks on consignment
CHEF! To the death and he Billboard climbin'

[Verse 2: Fat Joe]
Yeah uh
Yo Don Carta' bomb harder over nearly everybody
Very rarely you find me without the mini-shotti
Just waitin' for Rae to give me the cue and
You see about 100 Puerto Rican niggas shootin'
Nigga, get down, lay down, we don't play around
I don't know what you heard but, we don't play around
It's cooked coke, but look, but what the fuck happened?
How you leave the dope game to pursue rappin'?
Already knowin' that ya shit was trash
Breathin' hard on the mic when yo' click is ass
All we tryin' to do is bring dignity to rap
And you kiddin' me? I'm literally the epitome of that
Uh, we much better than y'all, Terre-error the Squad
My niggas set it when we get in the yard
Whether Marcy or Comstock, triggers 'pon cock
Straight punch in ya lung and you niggas gon' drop
What?

[Hook: Polite]
CHEF! We designin', rhymin' with Diamonds
CHEF! Ice Water, it was all in the timin'
CHEF! He gave y'all niggas bricks on consignment
CHEF! To the death and he Billboard climbin'
CHEF! We designin', rhymin' with Diamonds
CHEF! Ice Water, it was all in the timin'
CHEF! He gave y'all niggas bricks on consignment
CHEF! To the death and he Billboard climbin'

[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]
Yo yo yo shoot him in his mouth.. (nah)
Fuck him, get the gasoline tell Terry to pull the Ac' up
Bring him to Rae warehouse, hang him from hooks then skin his ass
As lame as he look he ready to cook (yeah)
And he pleadin' for mercy, bleedin' from his dome and he thirsty
The first week we made him eat shit!
Videotaped his wiz and I fucked his bitch
Made him watch me on the couch havin' fun with his kids
So what hurts more: is it me showin' love to ya fam?
Or you in the box laid under the floor?
Or keep you alive blow torchin' ya balls?
My murder chainsaw, ya bloods on my Scarface walls
Not even Ajax can clean that, Jack
We need that maintenance man shit that kill that greasy blood on contact
Finish you off cuz I'm pressed for time
Your man and 'em will be next to die
Mothafucka!

[Hook: Polite]
CHEF! We designin', rhymin' with Diamonds
CHEF! Ice Water, it was all in the timin'
CHEF! He gave y'all niggas bricks on consignment
CHEF! To the death and he Billboard climbin'
CHEF! We designin', rhymin' with Diamonds
CHEF! Ice Water, it was all in the timin'
CHEF! He gave y'all niggas bricks on consignment
CHEF! To the death and he Billboard climbin'

[Bridge/Outro: Polite]
Who don't know? They don't know, betta let 'em know
There they go, here we go
Who don't know? They don't know, betta let 'em know
There they go, here we go
Who don't know? They don't know, betta let 'em know
There they go, here we go
Who don't know? They don't know, betta let 'em know
There they go, here we go
**************************************************
Power[Introduction: Raekwon]
Take it off, sho' 'nough kid
Take it off
We gon' take it from the East to the West
To the North to the South
Show y'all what it's about
Don't make me throw no gun in your mouth
You know?
How long is your CREAM? This long?

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Eh yo, his belt got karats in it
Swift description, E-320 nigga pitchin
Rock a raw dinosaur chain, hang to his thing
It's like, he pump isolated, still cashin in CREAM
Niggas in the hood hate him, drew a vase of him
Blaze 'em, he actin like Shallah raisin him
This is hydrogen, son ain't live as him
He like Maguyver in the chin 4 spies with him
Roll relentless, desert that he hold is a gift wish
Shash the list, give his miss dick
Technique, operation: tech scream
Bet CREAM, them alligators jet like a vet's wing
Nigga like Nicolas Cage with the gauge in your braids
2 cannons that'll spray, rockin banana suede
Suck this drunk alcohol dick
Fuck y'all niggas with hits
We bout to shit on y'all shit

[Verse 2: Baby Thad]
Y'all brothas wanna call us out?
Name names, otherwise it'd be the best to shut the fuck up
Get pimp-smacked up, jacked up and macked up
You're scared and froze of bein exposed
I own Harlem, I bone Harlem, call me the mayor
It's my borough, you don't want no problems
I'm on now, you dead pop, all jokes aside
I ride the top, you glide the bottom
Pitfall, 5 foot 9, my dick, balls
Shit y'all, leave flat line to stick your's
We flip off basic and brace it
8 kills, 47 ways to taste it
Never understand what you never been told
You did your book bitin off of my scrolls
We hit man, Colombo, coats and hats to match
Bust off quick, and then, guns go back

[Verse 3: Superb]
I move like Arthur Ash against God
4 raquets, 8 balls and no practice
Every cypher's a heated discussion
The industry was like a beat that needed precussion
I brun the music, shit that make crews flip
State that I'm the illest, this is Q.U. shit
I used to heat-hole, now I'm takin over like the repo'
Bitches that roll, Cee-Lo that'll sniff a kilo'
We went from franks and beans to shanks and greens
Now we drive our Navigators to banks in Queen's
Y'all can't fuck around, your words ain't right
Every time I touch the mic, they say "Perb ain't right"
But that's the truth though, d'oh, infact that's it
When they drop this shit, I'm gon' cop that shit
The new star, you want me? I'm at the juice bar
Y'all once hap' niggas, give me 2 stars

[Verse 4: Chip Banks]
I heard what y'all rappin about, but bring your stash out
You shouldn't throw rocks if you livin in glass house
Sneak your weak shit at us, on the low though
Where these cats come from, speakin about po'
We got cash to cop it and crash it {*car crashing*}
But half of y'all cats just catchin up to Rae' last year
Got guns in the jungle, call 'em Jurassic
The chrome, the steel, the 20-shot plastic
While y'all niggas cop jars, me and my niggas cop bars
Gettin head from rock stars
We blowin everything apart, I'm smashin the charts
How I see it? (Yo, how you see it?)

[Hook: Raekwon]
Eh yo, what you wanna be when you grow up?
Yo, I wanna be a leader
Slow your speed up and stop tryin to be us
Say somethin always, got a future? Stay out the hallways
And get yourself right, a 100 more ways

[Verse 5: Rhyme Recca]
Fly like iceberg, nice with verbs, precise words
Bently swerve, hit the curb, jump out, cock back, spit out
Shut your block down, get out, criminal route
Gangsta shit, can't talk now, gun in your mouth
Cream Team killas, cacoon cats like caterpillars
Giant size gorillas, break niggas backs from the skrilla
Scratch, greenback track, Fed's berserk
That's my word, disrespect Recca, get what you deserve
Inferno, melt down mic's, millionaire in my afterlife
Broke bread with Christ on the last night
Apocalypse, sleep with 4-5th, 2 clips
Passport, cellphone with the removable micro-chip
Specialist, 40-karat Sicillian necklace
Matching bracelet, Cream Team crisp the basic
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Rockstars[Raekwon]
Aiyo, Rockstars, bases and capers flying through cases
With placed bread, lead blowing through domes, scalped faces
Moving through towns, skama lit, nations bend stations
Dope fiend Asians, smoke cream vanquishes
The town is thirsty for work, blood hurting
Flash the curtain, open, I'm scoping, Hutch and his team
Clutching Dutches Backwoods, other shits working, not perfect
Flipping discussions, cussing all froze with slush, kid
Lacer had the drop, pass the Glock, Woosie uzi
The car hard bluesy with the pay me mean 'Bach
Cream shot, clean slot, one in his dome, four shock
He partially zoned, his dome fell on the rock
His face dazzle, niggas baffle, son, hit the floor, he traveled
Yo, to a new land, I cracked his cerebellum
Wide open, open the crowd up, he fouled up, black laid in the hall
For like forty-five to an hour, soaking

[Hook: Thea Van Seijen]
Sound of the smoking barrel, live like them older stars
Scrooge like a Christmas Carol, stemmed from a bloody love
Shot through the old apparel, no police to respond
Dropped off the Verrazano, washed up On Golden Pond
Just like a Shakespeare novel, more problems to dissolve
If this is destiny, that's how this world revolves

[Inspectah Deck]
Aiyo, it's real, better pop your steel
Cop those wheels, shop those deals
Full time with the grind for a meal
Stay down low like O'Neal
Rain, hail, snow or shine, put time on the field
Police ride on my heels
Still big time, big dime, how you feel
I rhyme but the nine stay peel
I, zone on roam, floss with the chrome on chrome
Host on the corner store
S.I.N.Y. on my own, it gets foul, but I call it home
Live red bone give me dome, champagne toast to Tone
Roll a bone, a homegrown with Capone
Cause more rips to the o-zone, wanna ride with a nigga then hold on

[GZA]
The place was very smokey and cloudy, the full lousy
Music was emotional, people vibes was laid back and far from rowdy
She sit at the bar, holding a glass, sipping on a drink
Tears flowing like water from a sink, her eyes never blink
Her cigarette was burnt to the butt, her wrist was wearing a cut
Her facial expression was saying "now what"
Another drink was made, each and every time the bass was played
Bartender telling her to go, but then she only stayed
Riding on the borderline, between homicidal, suicidal
Just hours from the headlines, the story with the grim title
She questioned her reason for being here, but even with
Four kids at home alone, it still remains unclear
Opens up a bottle of prescribed drugs and grabs a mug
Down, every one of those pills, since she was feeling bugged
Kinda weak, she stumbled from her seat, but she will never return
I guess it must of been a, lesson to learn

[Hook]
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Wishing On A StarI'm wishing on a star
To follow where you are
I'm wishing on a dream
To follow what it means

(Verse 1)
I guess that's when I'll walk in a chill
Grab a Phil, wipe the ashes off my leather pants, the vest is just lambskin
I'm the real Muhammad Ali style in the Phil
You know it, (?)'s my clique, Italianos
Walk through the door few deep, roll a leaf
Whoever want it, just sign up, I won't even beef
Ninjaz with heart, the payouts, the city is chaos
I'm feeling you, now go and make a move, he killing you
Searching for the big rainbow wearing a Kangol and a raincoat
Jump with the .45, it's Django
Flying in a new (?),, missing my man
You got a Christy in the can where you destined
They see the young cub come up, drop a bracelet through your burpees
Stay under the radars, no attorneys
Yeah gangster, stay gangster, made from Kingston
I wish real niggas would say something
Glorified getting it, guns on us, tons of trust
Few niggas in the slums is us, but hate being here
Just meeting here, thinking it's sweet in here
'Til niggas take your head off for creeping here
Far from the curb to the jails
I write poems to flip tails, and letters to judges to get deals
I miss the good days, you know, the hood days
Now we sit in mansions on good grades
The moments is raw, baller's is poor
Run with your boy, light and blow a blunt if you're bored
Take a flash when the (?), them niggas was ashy
Dreaming on the benches, don't bash me
Crying, letting the tears dry, no one I'm trying
Society rubbing me when I'm eying, where the love at
With war fears, hit the beers, just wait
Come up with a plan to hit a bank, what

I feel it's time we should cake up, baby
I feel it's time for us to get back together
And make the best of things, oh, baby, when we're together
Breaking our cheddar

I feel it's time we should cake up, baby
I feel it's time for us to split that together
And make the best of things, oh, baby, when we're together
Breaking our cheddar

I'm wishing on a star
To follow where you are
I'm wishing on a dream
To follow what it means

And I wish on all the rainbows that I see
I wish on all the people we ever greeted
And I'm hoping on all the days to come and days to go
And I'm hoping on days of loving you so

I'm wishing on a star
To follow where you are
I'm wishing on a star, whoa-oh
And I wish on all the rainbows that I see

I'm wishing on a star, whoa-oh
I'm wishing on a star, whoa-oh
I'm wishing on a star
To follow where you are
**************************************************
Whips And Kicks[Intro: Raekwon]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah nigga
That's all yall niggas talk about all fucking day man
The whips man, fucking cars and all that shit
Fucking vehicles and shit man
We been swingin' and all these niggas need to cut it out man
Cause ya'll niggas is babies man

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Remember the Four Runners, Corsicas, back with the gold cunnions
Maxima yep, stances, Audis with sick vances
Datsuns, Corollas, all of the oldies yo
Riding through the city, Jettas and Volvos
Crestas' was for the extra terrestrial
Alpha Romeos, yeah the Wranglers and Lexus'
Pintos, Geos, Suzukis was the truth yo
Making them up town trips, cops'll shoot you though
Benzs, five-sixties, Galants and the fly Rivies
Riveras look grisly huh
You know we come through, something mean under the sun roof
I blow a blunt, poof, shorty singing I'm Koof
Yeah the Sterling, the Grand Ams
The Lincoln with the crab amps
Made me mad, in the Blazer we all cramped
Six deep, four bags of cheeba, a crisp beat
All I need to show you now is a sick Jeep

[Verse 2: AZ]
Eighty-four mopeds, blue and white Pro-Keds
Just started puff'n, got instructions from an old head
Co-ved, wally rock'n niggas tryna grow dreads
Back in the bush, Church Ave on the juxs
Shell toes, black and white, no laces in 'em
Pat U-edition had his whole face in 'em
Straight leg denims, Taylor made shit
Kareem Laker colors, low cut suede tip
Stay dipped, Stan Smith lay sick
Two-toned colors, put the taps on the rubber
Puma rockin' nigga, fuck a womber I was bigger
See a bitch in seconds an assumed that I could rip her
None hipper, copped kicks with the zippers
The Filas arrived, it was Levis and high
In V Tracks I was simply the mack
Everything I snatched had to match with the hat
Reebok rocker, whole crew couldn't knock us
Fuck who, only thing to do was just Glock us
Valley Competitions and the Jordans hit stores
I'm sitting reminiscing, T. La Rock it's yours
Now fast forward time nigga still on the grind
Haters everywhere, nigga still gotta shine
Guccis all kinds, switch 'em up for the weather
Louis' in lime, Only do it for the pleasure
Come fresher, from the tech on the dresser
Fifth in the waist, still crys'd and I'm laced

[Outro: AZ]
Niggas, And I do it for real you dig
You know, I still rock the Gor-Tex and Tims when necessary
Other then that, Bogary low cuts the minimum
Or I do the Italian Classic Olympic cut Guccis
Three quarters, you bum ass niggas
**************************************************
Pop Shit[Conversation]
Keep everything on
Blaze always
Nigga this only 19,000
(Yo check this shit out)
I want my thousand dollars now
I don't give a fuck
I went up in the club
And like a thousand niggas
A thousand chicks
Was doing the James Brown
Get the fuck out of here
I'm like, "Oh shit"
You lying, you lying
Shit was real son
Stop lying man
Cream Team walked in
We started doing it
Wild man
Feel me?
So what happened, let me on

[Verse]
Ayo, ayo
E-lec-tric slide on them niggas
Drive by on them niggas
Show 'em that killas is live and fly figures
Fruit-flavored Nikes
Now I'm in a 600 white piece
Send half my love out to wif-e
Fillin' out tax reports
Lookin' live up in Guess shorts
Bitches show love and support
Table teaspoons
Fake goons with balloons shit it out
Make room
How them niggas ate straight tunes yo
Horror flick scriptures
Godfather flicks
Super friends equal foul niggas
Bar miss you'll flip yo
Aim the nozzle
With the head brace the bottle
Get your dang licked
6,000 square feet
Paid shit
Stretch Auroras in Florida
Kilo's comin' out of water
Watch me slaughter
Take your daughter over yo
Space shit
Boat across your shit
Cargo shit
Well Fargo got Renaldo's shit
Reclining chair
Drunk billionaire
Willie like a bear
The whole block suck cock on a leap year
No remorse
Heavy plaque red and white
Eddie Bauer Jaws
Bout the bitch smack fire out of yours
Pens bleeding
Got my shit soft
Figure like Ike Frost
Icy chain
Cop and hangin' on a horse
Lame's laws
Got your name crossed
You cannot claim boss
Unless he kiss braid hair
That ain't yours
Fly statistics lystics
Slang optimistic
Two bats a tie and a biscuit
Kissed it
Mm-aa
Diamond on the wrist kid
Misfit
Bought it like a 10 dollar outfit
Pop Shit get your house lit
Straight up
The route mouse shit
Get your style shit
I announced it
Slang lordy yo
Staring at my man Gordy Laury
The bitch bought 'em on
She'll reward me
Flossed it, cost it, tossed it
The same Main Source shit
You at the BBQ eatin' horse dick
Sneak up link up
Nigga tie your sneaker
You wink what
Speed it up
Caught you in that beated up truck it was luck
Fuck paid your uncle 30 bucks
Ran in your shit
Blew you with your hands in your nuts
Louis
That's the same crew as those
Milwaukee brewers
Rocking Wu shoes with Kaoluas
Time for lotti
Bald Gotti here
Dont make me throw shots trough your body
Everybody out of here
Thats my word
God through Shakespeare 'ere
Take me there
Get your fastened
And take clear
It's so real we might face years
Cuddled up in HDMs
Chill baby on and a nigga here
You start screamin' and your scared
And shorty came on last year
And lapped danced my man for a wack pair
Ill I smell it in your hair
My faculties remained clear
Pussy in a refrigerator back here
Damn watch your mouth
Hear it on the air
Like a grand prize
Freak nigga that taps shit
**************************************************
Could It Be I’m Falling In Love[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Wow I smelt the pussy up, awesome
I came with a bang, filled the condom up, Rae you a bossman
Right in front of Saks, flagging me like she knew me for years
I’m from academies where niggas dress casually
Ass was thunder, hips curvy, the wizzy was thirty
Dizzy bird who worked the Walt Disney in Germany
Fly green eyes, a black woman
Known to attack men, catch them in their lies, call it perjury
Dress her ass off and dance
An R&B queen who love hard niggas rhyming, she a fan
Everyday we fuck, I’m intrigued by that
Her outfits was mean, she went to sleep in
I fiends for that then we fuck, fuck
Boo let me get some juice, what what
Keep it moving just fuck me, that’s enough, enough
Fuck me in my ass and I bust
Busted on her ass, I’m in lust

[Verse 2: The Spinners]
Since I met you, I’ve begun to feel so strange
Every time I speak your name, that’s funny
You say that you are so helpless too
That you don’t know what to do
Each night I pray there will never come a day
When you up and take your love away
Say you feel the same way too
And I wonder what it is I feel for you

[Hook: The Spinners]
(Could it be I’m falling in love?)
With you, baby
(Could it be I’m falling in love?)
Woo
(Could it be I’m falling in love?)
With you
With you
With you
(With you)

[Verse 3: The Spinners]
I don’t need all those things that used to bring me joy
You’ve made me such a happy boy
And honey, you’ll always be the only for me
Meeting you was my destiny
You can be sure I will never let you down
When you need me I’ll be around
And darling you’ll always be the only for me
Heaven made you specially

[Hook]
**************************************************
Just a Toast[Intro: Raekwon]
They're serving that exotic shit, man
(Mark Henry)
Word up

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
We drink Courvoisier exclusive
Kill off the snitches, fuck all fly bitches
Jump in the coupe, let your chicken yell
Throw her head out the moon
Go ahead and look mama, see how it feels
I know the feds clustered up flexin', drivin', importin'
Insurance is killing the gangsta when you work four mils in office
Being the luck stud bad bitch in tux
She know me from the maxima era, she bought the what
Automatic stainless good fella
That ain't my main bitch, who ride around angry, the same shit
Coast through the world like chess, niggas is blessed up
Yes yes, I'm at my best, boy rest
Powerful when giving coke out
You know they call me Sugar Ray The Chef, the GOAT's out
Giving good-boy gifts to the gangstas
With more points than unicorns
They know his dough is oz's out
Riding at maximum speed, give me weed give me cheese
I like cheddar of V-neck leather
Diana gold, two boxes centuries, yeah
Mention me, you better say that nigga is better, what?
Twilight up with the highlights, the wolf's out
Black fur, black spur, bitches is purred out
You know I'm flexing and my character strong
I could bag your bitch then float through Milan

[Verse 2: JD Era]
I am killing them softly, pillow over the face flow
Them youngins let it off for them pesos
They used to cut off the hot water and cable
Now I'm standing with the garb out to bring Ms to the table
What your life like? Mine's is real
We used to have to rob and steal
We cook, cook whatever for a bit of a meal
Yeah, they don't wanna see us win how I'm beginning to feel
But still I stand firm, posted up
They say knowledge is power, I soak it up
Kush pounds came here we broke it up
I said good morning to Toronto and woke it up
Wake up, bitch I'm here, it ain't a secret
My third eye twitching, the way I peeped it
A G's incense when the weed lit
And keep the white girls moving like the peach pit
That's some deep shit, I do it for my dawgs like I breed pits
Cream polo, matching clean kits
College rings got a nigga feeling like a genius
Paranoid of the lights when they flashing
Cash out big, money cashing, flow's everlasting
Swag like my passion is fashion
I'm on, no lights, camera, action, Era
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Real Life[Intro]
Smash you grilla.....
That's right, that's right
A hundred and ninety-six million
Nine hundred and forty thousand
Square miles, on this planet
Fresh outta New York
Eh-yo, eh-yo

[Verse 1]
Rollie what's up son Noodles had a problem
He called Lucky Hands lab saying niggas mobbed him
Max was on the outskirt trickin' in DC
Blaze had a shorty in his lab gettin' weed for free
That night I was in the cut alone zoned out
Suggest I rock a utility vest when I'm bonin' out
Yeah you know it, Bobby told me before
Keep the heat by the side of the door
Ready for military war
Numerous cats, niggas is uterus
Who this, claimin' that he loking for Louis Rich
Diamond a young king doing his thing
Big safes out in Beijing
Aqua green thing
One connect had turned on him
God, shit got realer than a fuck
Crackers up state want him
Marshalls came through the hood that night
Bagged my man Chaz 32 bags he copped flight
Now he upstate baggin' niggas
House and Air Maxs big ACs
Won the Oscar award for crabbing niggas
Now all y'all niggas get to laugh now
Who got the last laugh now
Hit his stash house

[Hook]
It's called real life
Y'all niggas better see the light fast, pa
Real life, it don't cost nuttin' just to blast
Real life, lay down son you won't last
Real life, real life, real life

[Verse 2]
February tenth day on a Wednesday
It's like grimsday
Russian hats rocking it the Benz way
That day we got guns on us
Jakes want us
Playin Einstein lenses and Auroras
Little meek caught us
Couple of francs, peep the blue Taurus
What up tuck your chain they came for us
Jumped out big nines and some hard bottles
Eyes of hate finally meeting up wid the stakes
It was who I thought it was
2 pair of Clarks one pair of Lugz
Wit the hardbottom nigga wid the snub
Cocked it, where rock at, stop that
Violate this cipher pa we'll definitely strike back
All of us right there slight fear in our heart
Blink we take it right there
Doing our thing apart
Broad jumped out tryin' to run shit
Spoken loud words all we want is his head
He did some dumb shit
Beef from Miami now
Damn yo big head Lance in some wild shit
Noodles caught the stair down
Now it came back to me yo
Handle it wise and brutally yo
Put down your tooly and talk like men
No shots rang yo, hittin' the ground like mangoes
Swiss cheese the thirty-G dorango
Few weeks later son seem 'em all..
I mean 'em all..

[Hook x2]
It's called real life
Y'all niggas better see the light fast, pa
Real life, it don't cost nuttin' just to blast
Real life, lay down son you won't last
Real life, real life, real life
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Ooh La La La[Raekwon]
Ayo
Teflon king
A scientist at ringing
Buddha trooper jumped out the Uber
Eating grouper
Party with bitches and cougars
Peter Luger’s, that’s my spot
Sixty dollar shots, I’m high off the hookahs
Play the backseat and front
Come through the Rucker with two fuckers
Shawty in blonde streaks, my homie we on peace
Just here coolin’, everyday movement
Hit the booth, classics for niggas that don’t know what they doin’
To the dead, toast to it
Pop toast to it
Drink Ballentine, L’s, I knew it
Sippin’ Lance’s in the mansions
Hundreds of chances to win
Drug game is ruptured now drim [?]
Now drink some Jim or some Jack
Black weed in a black V
Most of my team react, champ
Keep shinin’ stay powerful, par
Me and digital y’all
Now fuck that peep the visuals, God

[Teena Marie]
Every time you come around
I feel my world starts turning topsy-turvy
And I just can’t fight the spin
Baby, won’t you listen to this love
Whose hearts been missing and don’t hurt me
‘Cause I’m falling your way again

Am I weak
Well, sometimes I just can’t hardly speak
That I have to pinch myself to be sure
That this love is more than I can endure
Sweet thing, you’ve got me signing

Ooo la-la-la
It’s the way that you feel when you know it’s real
Ooo la-la-la
It’s the warm that’s inside when you’re satisfied

Ooo la-la-la
It’s a dream that lasts forever
Ooo la-la-la
Let’s stay together, oh

I can see it there
That look upon your face is saying love’s in making...
**************************************************
When I See You(Intro: Raekwon)
Put that shit on (man)Netflix man...that's real...ait man this shit is a nick...go get it...ait...bet nigga...these niggas is crazy man...oh shit, word these (indistinct Cistic?) niggas really fired somebody...

Verse 1: Raekwon
She was brown with a accent, I meant a Long-Wheelbase Range, yelling what's  that shit...hips was rumping,  dick jumping, I met her 'round school weather...coming from the car-wash Pa', missed forever, bubble game up, I had a second, she walked by fly, threw a kiss at me, her wrist looked perfected, whats your name shorty? She said Iseline, ice is mean, had a shoe on looked nice with wings...I'm just a baker,  who fresh as hell blessed from the Staten, gotta take boats there Boo, let's make it happen, when you layin'...limousine, a bottle of lean, that's  Moscato, just jump in the Beemer , by the building I was chillin' right there on the side she pulled up, hugged a nigga like a family member died, I've been waitin' to kiss you nigga, just gimmie your hand, walked up...yeah, the Baller cut....what?!

Verse 1: Fantasia

Chorus: Fantasia...(Rae over chorus)...Aha, still stompin'...I told you all...I get it...(indistinct)

Verse 2: Raekwon
Good nookie a.k.a. that Fabreze pussy, got my tounge all wetsoaked foaming for hood pussy...you know a nigga gangster with it, wanna choke you out with it, that's them rolls when I'm anxious with it, everyday I'm in the hall with you, Waldorf shit, I know every employee here, official, wanna wife you, after five years shorty this the cycle, to keep you, recoups the chicks cycle...my big time Baller friend grew up on alley huh? Yeah, I grew up in the valley with mortal men, yeah the nigga big with it, take a swig, hit it, I'm loyal, just hold me down in  Sin City,  smarts and morals is what I'm here for, yeah your helping hand, yeah your help your man  in a forum, I'ma share everything with my Queen, she a trophy piece...word to mother...I'm I supposed to peace? (Indistinct laughter)

Verse 2: Fantasia

Chorus: Fantasia
...(Rae over Fantasia's chorus)
Yeah Boo...that's that shit right? I'm here nigga...that's that extra ordinary, extraordinary...you already know how I get downs baby ...you already know, this is nothing right here, for real, trust me,  this is nothing right here...where I'm going niggas...niggas don't even go B...straight up...this is real perfection right here ya'll I love this motherfucking track right here, word up she bodied this shit man, word up man, yo Rose man,  put the (indistinct ) on, throw some sprinkler juice on that shit, make it wet and juicy for me (fades out)
**************************************************
This Is What It Comes Too (Remix)[Intro: Raekwon]
Get the fuck up out the spot nigga
Burn that nigga feet up man
This nigga in here man
Fuck this nigga doin' b
Fat kid get washed off by fiends you wild ass
Get this motherfuckin' giraffe ass nigga outta here man
Sheep skin socks ass nigga right here b
What the hell is goin' on man?
Light that nigga feet up son, c'mon man

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
I done blacked out, no man is safe, ya' crew is cornered
Why did you think you could step over me? I'm too enormous
Plus I heard you an informant, call Bruce, tell em' roll out the plastic
I'm about to catch a body on this
No threat, khazer, I don't make those
Soak my bullets in cyanide, so when they touch ya' that's a case closed
Dime pieces I bag 'em, follow this pen scroll
Hoes, I don't chase those, too much drama wit' em'
That alone I don't have time for, I'm raw, fuck a bitch feelings
I'm on some old goldie shit chillin'
Business man baby, stay producin' them dollar signs
Line for line I'm dope, don't mix me with Quinine
When the spike hit em' they flat line, period
One word to describe my grind, son, I'm serious
Shank doctor with choppers, rainin' on ya militants
Guns drawn, blowing out ya back ain't concealin' shit

[Hook: Raekwon]
This what it comes to, wild'n like a western
Down in this concrete jungle, homie, hope you got ya vest on
And ya weapon is oiled and don't jam, but if it do
Leave ya through when it's time for that warfare
This what it comes to, wild'n like a western
Down in this concrete jungle, homie, hope you got ya vest on
And ya weapon is oiled and don't jam, but if it do
Leave ya through when it's time for that warfare

[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]
Yo, yo
Later on when I die I wanna fly, I'm a warrior
With my shirt sleeves, slip me a few rounds a Oreos
Kango tilted, angels was like "Ghost he killed it"
Sledgehammer rap, the whole damn Clan we build it
Brick by brick caught blow dryin' the oxi work miracles
Pray for the healthy from alphabet cereal
I was taught to bang on niggas that's quick to talk
Moment of silence
Bow ya head get it blown'd off
Rolls, race' and Flair plus Paul Orndorff
Background, hear me still shootin' when the song's off
Raow Raow like a dungeon dragon
Coast by a cop downstairs, don't stop, them baggin'
Clips hangin' like a Strawberry Charleston Chew
Strawberry shortcake, great lemonade it goo
Weather the projects, I drive by, bodies on the Throg Neck
Lightin' up they ass, bettin' niggas on the side bets, yeah
Stack chips like Legos
Pop up on you niggas like Eggo, two hands on the Draco
Hole in ya back the size of a miniature bagel
Livewires with ya girls still suckin' our huevos
We pack addicts, stack habits, still servin' crack addicts
Louis baggage, we the baddest, 24 karat atlas
Tell [?] I'm aware 29 savage is [?]
Rock niggas bite the head of a bird like Black Sabbath

[Hook]
This what it comes to, wild'n like a western
Down in this concrete jungle, homie, hope you got ya vest on
And ya weapon is oiled and don't jam, but if it do
Leave ya through when it's time for that warfare
This what it comes to, wild'n like a western
Down in this concrete jungle, homie, hope you got ya vest on
And ya weapon is oiled and don't jam, but if it do
Leave ya through when it's time for that warfare

[Verse 2]
I'm nice, targets get hit whenever I squeeze
Don status, get my dick sucked whenever I please
Above the law break, beat cases, don't cop pleas
I buy my cars, bet y'all niggas whips be leased
I'm a wolf off the loose, somebody find his leash
I'm a star, you a Starburst sweeter than fruit
No kinda background, claimed killer, then who did you shoot?
Must've imagined that, with your far-fetched raps
Shit is real over here, til' we blast on Satan
Take trips in and outta the country, turn dark clouds to sunny
I'm livin' good, my paper got me comfy
You in the hood talkin' bout you wanna war with me
I get your projects shot down while your land lord sleep
Now you in too deep, no turning back from your actions
You a killer then show me, if not, then meet my savages
The general, I'll have my goons tear up your establishment

[Hook]
This what it comes to, wild'n like a western
Down in this concrete jungle, homie, hope you got ya vest on
And ya weapon is oiled and don't jam, but if it do
Leave ya through when it's time for that warfare
This what it comes to, wild'n like a western
Down in this concrete jungle, homie, hope you got ya vest on
And ya weapon is oiled and don't jam, but if it do
Leave ya through when it's time for that warfare
**************************************************
Smith Bros.[Intro: Raekwon]
Take it back 1993, '94 or something
Yeah, runnin' through the stairs and shit
Trynna to get to the roof
Narcotos is on, some other shit

[Hook: Raekwon]
My niggas won't stop til we straight, select bigger gates
We won't stop until we buyin' estate, yo
Pull out them burners and front, where I'm from
Better shoot something, if not, niggas won't salute nothing
My niggas won't stop til we straight, select bigger gates
We won't stop until we buyin' estate, yo
Pull out them burners and front, where I'm from
Better shoot something, if not, niggas won't salute nothing

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Corner filled chains and Gucci glasses
The was the era when we flipped all the shh, on the store, splashed it
Had Dominicans runnin' and eatin' steak and cheese sandwiches
They in the back, braggin', the fifth slut
Fuckin' with a few niggas nieces, take it back when we would
Rock for a leases and stand on the speakers
I got the shit locked, I'll battle you, you, you and your whole gridlocked
Little shit, supported the beef
Fly Pierre couldn't tell me nothin' with a brand new beard
Couldn't wait, but kept survivin' the years
We sold crack daily, crack mad bailey's, crack faces and skulls
Sit back, watchin' the mack, twist carefully
It was them horrifyin' times, spit dimes
Police sneak up, I hope he know the time, get mine
Just livin' the ghettos, where we suppose stand loyal
But the game'll get you trapped when it's time, yo

[Hook: Raekwon]
My niggas won't stop til we straight, select bigger gates
We won't stop until we buyin' estate, yo
Pull out them burners and front, where I'm from
Better shoot something, if not, niggas won't salute nothing
My niggas won't stop til we straight, select bigger gates
We won't stop until we buyin' estate, yo
Pull out them burners and front, where I'm from
Better shoot something, if not, niggas won't salute nothing

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
The year's 1990, everybody grimey
Crack was what's in it, the vehicles was 1-90's
Young shorties be gettin' their bread, haunted by Jamaicans
Them niggas had their corners on red
Map the laws, runnin' cards, playin' bars
Mask the coke in the cars, twist the gan', mad, crackin' cigars
Smokin' through Queens, bitches stealin' Guess jeans
Get the scope on our stars, little did we know, we folow they dreams
Now we get around in live limosines, flash stacks in cuisines
Combat, get to smackin' the fiends, just max for a minute and lean
All the shit for the moment, slick omens, my opponents would scheme
We were shot downtown, hit trains, buy cables and remain
The illest villains, walkin' in spots
Playin' the corners, baby, vision or not
Said yo, and when it's on, we gon' rep and rock, nobody call the cops

[Hook: Raekwon]
My niggas won't stop til we straight, select bigger gates
We won't stop until we buyin' estate, yo
Pull out them burners and front, where I'm from
Better shoot something, if not, niggas won't salute nothing
My niggas won't stop til we straight, select bigger gates
We won't stop until we buyin' estate, yo
Pull out them burners and front, where I'm from
Better shoot something, if not, niggas won't salute nothing

[Verse 3: Raekwon]
Where all the major swingers, yo
Where all the live fresh, came home, up state livin' fly rangers
We rep them niggas and we love 'em
Sons, we hug 'em, they make it home and be gone in a week
That's some letters, all my niggas live together
Baby yellin' whatever, we all write in hands, nothin' but creeps
Hold me down, I'ma hold you fatter
Watch me catch both of these actors, it's Ice Water throwin' hits in the cling
Bloodhounds is on you, goons is beamin'
Take it to the team to team, plot thing, blew you a bean
It's just a young poor hustlers thing
But your gun got a ring, if you gonna live like a young kid

[Hook: Raekwon]
My niggas won't stop til we straight, select bigger gates
We won't stop until we buyin' estate, yo
Pull out them burners and front, where I'm from
Better shoot something, if not, niggas won't salute nothing
My niggas won't stop til we straight, select bigger gates
We won't stop until we buyin' estate, yo
Pull out them burners and front, where I'm from
Better shoot something, if not, niggas won't salute nothing

[Outro: Raekwon]
Too all them killas and the bank robbers
This is another, another, Smith Bros. production
Production, it's Lex Diamonds, muthafucka
You know what time it is
**************************************************
From the Hills[Hook: Raheem DeVaughn]
From the Hill to the Shaolin
All the rules that came, from foreign part
From the Hills, of the Shaolin
With an iron fist of fury and the mighty sword
To fulfill the prophecy of the Wu-Tang, of the Wu-Tang

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
In the Polo store, fronting in war clothes, it been like this
From right in time when I was nine years old
I was a hot mess, smoking cheeba, running with stolen speakers
Dropped beepers, even wore a victory vest
I run with niggas, digging knots from niggas, running out the school
Stunting, back of the bus, flashing the ox
Rock the V-Gooses, everything we wore was name brand
Sold three lucy's, just to get on call plan
R.E.C. Poss' Rockers, the Blip Brothers
Even the Spin Doctors, sat and smoke blunts, I been bopping
All my kins blew up, we grew up with
We used to do what? Running through the sewers and then shopping
Pick pocket, deuce baby, take it in truce, baby
You know how we do, come run in my boots, baby
The niggas came through, touch the God, here Shallah
Ever since went from ninjas to gem stars, sing Rah

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Method Man]
Reunited, another LP, we're all excited
That wreckless eyeballing'll get your girl indicted
My touch like Midas, I cramp your style, arthritis
These niggas is food, I eat they food, nigga-ritis
Your man don't snooze, insomniac
This The W, the Clan don't lose, you putting hands on who?
Hands down, I can handle you, you half man, half animals
If you are what you eat, and eat pussy, you'se a cannibal
And stopping me, is what you can not do
Either get in the game, get out the way, or get ran right through
I ain't different Method Man like you
But you ain't like us, we play rough, my community tough
And little kids in my community cuss
Ya'll be showing your guns, but the ones in my community bust
And when they do, you get a jewel re-up

[Hook]
**************************************************
The Hood[Hook: Tiffany Villarreal]
Some day, I know you'll be far away
I'll be right here to stay, give me one day
Baby, baby, don't, run away, come see me
Some day, I'll be right, here today, just give me love, Rae

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
To my hood, I'm always there for you
Rain, hail, sleet, snow, and I'm there
For all the underprivileged, yo we here
My life is all in your soul, daily, since nana left us
She took all of your blessings, cuz she been there
My life change, yo, could never though be without you, yo
It's strange when I want it to rain
On my best friend's grooming, we all had visions of you
We broke nights, God, knowing you cared
Peace, nigga, only for a minute and I'mma break out
Come back and kiss you on your feet, here
I love my hood, I love my niggas, there, yo
The older we get, we understand, you might tear

[Hook: Tiffany Villarreal]
Some day, I know you'll be far away
I'll be right here to stay, give me one day
Baby, baby, don't, run away, come see me
Some day, I'll be right, here today, just give me love, Rae

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
You keep the little young ones, happy, true
Graduations occured, you look so pretty and new
Look at the sky, all blue, all old people with you
Facilities mailing, jail brothers miss you
Wow, it gets crazy when I think about the money you made me
Slipped me away, but Jakes tried to rade me
Nighshifts, smokin' on spliffs, you kept yellin'
"Carry your fifth, the down the block niggas is gay"
They keep police invadin' your space, we can't live
Plus, they gassin' the mayor, them niggas wanna give you away
We won't have that, suburban people mad at the fact
That you be gettin' more company then them, they just be scared of that
"Hood", look at your name, spell it backwards
Yo, "Dooh", that's what they yellin' in vain
You the realest, the most livest, flyest, you part of life
I gotta give you love, cuz you gave it God and life

[Hook: Tiffany Villarreal]
Some day, I know you'll be far away
I'll be right here to stay, give me one day
Baby, baby, don't, run away, come see me
Some day, I'll be right, here today, just give me love, Rae

[Verse 3: Raekwon]
Who ever said you ain't do right by me, they frontin', yo
They couldn't understand that we was a team
I used to come out, hear you words, talk to me, walk with me, brother
Cool, try to be succesful and dream
The city lights is on, now, they wanna turn 'em off
Try'nna start some shit, actin' like you never made a penny for 'em
Dun, they doin' you dirty, we had Summer Youth for that, though
No need to cry, never get worried
You gon' live forever, word to mother
Cuz she raised you right, and you got fifty-one brothers
I sat with the trees and had conversations at bees
We talked about throwin' money up, landscapin' your knees
You forget that, something to talk about
Show me where to take the check, pay these suckas off and be out
The'll never be another place, everybody happy to see
That's why I keep coming back to you, peace

[Hook: Tiffany Villarreal]
Some day, I know you'll be far away
I'll be right here to stay, give me one day
Baby, baby, don't, run away, come see me
Some day, I'll be right, here today, just give me love, Rae
Some day, I know you'll be far away
I'll be right here to stay, give me one day
Baby, baby, don't, run away, come see me
Some day, I'll be right, here today, just give me love, Rae
**************************************************
IntroThis paperwork is just fuckin' my eyes up. Shit is really based on politics, man

Yeah, they were right when we was in the street, huh?

You need some tissue, man?

Yeah

Shit is just real right now because, yo, everything count man. Everywhere you walk, a nigga gon' judge your walk. But only you can judge yourself at the end of the day, knowin' what the fuck is you doin'. A lot of niggas gotta see that man, immobilizing is the best thing right now coming from whatever we came out of, you know?

Yeah, but they don't make cats like you no more, baby. It's a different breed out here, know what I'm sayin'?

Indeed so

The world is yours though, baby. The world is yours

We got a plan though

The world is yours

We have no interests, no investments in anything illegitimate. Don't ever underestimate the power of forgiveness. This is real shit right here, I'm tellin' you

Mr. Raekwon and his associates is prepared to deposit 500 million dollars in the Rap Vatican bank. Such times as Mr. Raekwon and his associates receive majority control of the Immobilarity

Immobilarity? Immobilarity could be somethin' new, baby. It's a international conglomerate. A few families have control of such companies. These are important things that a black man like myself and like others need to know. And that's gon' bring about nature. Nature takin' it's course. Come on, let's add on. What you feel? Talk to me now

This is not a question of one person deciding one vote. It's not like any other company in the world! We have directors, we have rules, we have very old rules. I have a board I have to answer to, they have to approve you

Just when I thought I was out, they pulled me back in
**************************************************
Once Upon a Time[Intro: Raekwon (Tekitha)]
Chill, nigga, chill
Get some rest, man, come on, man
Stop playin' wit' me, man
(ohhhhhhh ohhhhhhh ohhhhh)

[Hook: Tekitha]
Lately... I had a love that would ignite all the fire
The desire would leave, for you I'd admire
Lately... you seem all corrupt
I've had enough and you forced me to hide under covers
Drove me to arms of another

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Broke the top of goose-down sheets, kissed her on the neck
Real love, hope this ain't the last time we meet
Felt like a King who had a Queen want him
I usually deserve hotels, this one's the gift, slick
On our eye-to-eye contact, body movement, all on the grind
A lady's starin' at me, all in my mind
Sayin', "Boo, I gotta live with you, let's connect and be a bridge"
You stay three forths and I'ma wiz you

[Verse 2: Tekitha]
Months ago.. you came to me
Told me... love me forever
See.. time has passed.. and lonely days
Have rid his head now.. stormy weather
But out of the rain.. came some delight
I ain't ashamed.. I know that it's right
The way that I'm feelin'..
He touches me.. in ways I like
Says things you won't.. won't day or night
Givin' me healin.. I'm leavin'
'Cause you wanted to know.. that is the reason

[Hook: Tekitha]
Lately... I had a love that would ignite all the fire
The desire would leave, for you I'd admire
Lately... you seem all corrupt
I've had enough and you forced me to hide under covers
Drove me to arms of another

[Verse 3: Tekitha]
The only set back in my state of grace
Is that.. the love is real.. for you and him
In different ways.. and
You're out in space.. yes here on Earth it's fun to play
I wish you were present so my love wouldn't go astray
And he gives what I need
Quenches my thirst when you say "Girl, please"
That's a waste of my breath
It's funny to me.. that you get upset
And I told you quite often
I would fill up the space.. did ya think I was talkin'
Out the side of my neck..
You left me alone, what did you expect?

[Hook: Tekitha]
Lately... I had a love that would ignite all the fire
The desire would leave, for you I'd admire
Lately... you seem all corrupt
I've had enough and you forced me to hide under covers
Drove me to arms of another

[Verse 4: Raekwon]
I'm dead in my sleep, she's standin' over the kid
I'm terrified, shorty was deep
I had my hand in her account plus livin' in a lab
Like a Count, I had to go six shorties was pink yo
She had the yolk on me that's when I went broke
We used to flip coke together, get boasted and float
We split real bread, we was large
We had our weddin' in the garage
And then she stopped reviewin' my bars
Hold up

[Hook: Tekitha]
Lately... I had a love that would ignite all the fire
The desire would leave, for you I'd admire
Lately... you seem all corrupt
I've had enough and you forced me to hide under covers
Drove me to arms of another

[Tekitha]
Heeeeeeyyyyyy... yyyyyyyyyeeeeeeaaaaaahhhhh
Forever.. ohhhhhhh bbbbaaaaaaabbbbbbbbyyy
Ohhhhhhh yyyyyooooouuuuuu yyyyyyyyyyoooooooouuuuu

[Hook to the fade]
**************************************************
Soundboy Kill It[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Ay-yo, life's good, cashmere sweaters in the rover
Pull up at the club, getting love, pull em over
Jump out the luxury stroller for ballers
We sit, burn money all day, blow and roll up
Fine broads around, that's fly, that's a low ball
Paper settlin' its real for my gold club come up
You ain't even know nothing, last week all on the street
Yelling 'Let me hold something!'
Now shorty throw your booty up
Niggas with cash
Keep it above, we in Louis stuff
Sit back, blasted, do me something
When it comes to you, me and this rap shit
I'm quick to toolie up
My style, my fly, my weather
Yeah I drive high plus fly
You a devil, you endeavor
Mean days in Ciroc with the kettle
Throwing cream at shorty's, love it, he a rebel

[Hook: Melanie Fiona (Raekwon)]
Watch the soundboy, he 'gon kill it
(To every ghetto that's far, we here.)
Yeah, watch the soundboy, he 'guan kill it
(I seen so many scars from it)
Yeah
No, we can't turn back the rain
Now we gotta find another way
Cause we grind it, burn it, street life's
Got me caught up can't you...
Can't you see it's 'bout to blow?
Can't you see it's bout to blo-o-o-o-o-ow?
Raekwon, kill it!

[Interlude: Raekwon]
Ay-yo, wha gwan, you know what it is!
Assassin, soundboy gangsta, let's go!

[Verse 2: Assassin]
Well mi say bodybag a zip up like a ziploc (Blaow! Blaow!)
Murder soundboy, kill the disc-jock (Blaow! Blaow!)
8 ball lodge inna yu six-pack (Blaow! Blaow!)
Say "it wasn't me" like Rik Rok (Blaow! Blaow!)
Raekwon, we got the game inna we hand
Control the dogs like Cesar Millan
Assassin on the track yo, call it microphone-icide
Why? (Cause we murder every beat dat we on)
Then, soundboy yu dead and inna freezer you gone
Mi say you end up inna tomb, but anuh Giza yu gone
Raekwon a tell me, "Yo Assassin easy nuh man
Yu nuh fraid dem tek weh yuh visa mi don?"
Mi say no, sound fi dead, whole clique a dead
When mi say di sound dead, all di speaker dead
Amps dem, di control, all di tweeter dead
Aye!

[Hook]

[Outro: Raekwon]
It's real, man
The Chef, Assassin, Melanie Fiona
Word up all my soundboy killers
The DJs, hold the fort down man, word up man
100 cases of motherfuckin' Guinness
Nigga you know how we win this
Song feels so real 'til I finish this shit
Aah!
**************************************************
Never Used To Matter[Sample]
"Never used to matter to you..."

[Bun B]
We used to come down in the slab together, we hit the ave together
Them wood grain wheels we grabbed together
Had the same plugs, cooked out of the same kitchen
Hustle with the same thugs, on the same corners pitching
We hit the same clubs, my family and your squad
Bought all the bottles they had, we hit 'em so hard
Fifty G's on Friday night, sixty on the next
Hundred thousand dollar weekend, my nigga, we used to flex
Bad bitches for the sex, best weed for us to blow
Now with me you gotta plex, wanna take it toe to toe
Is it over a ho, over this work, over the dough?
Boy, you in over your head, and don't say I ain't told you so
You never been a soldier, bro, so don't try to front for me, man
Then lifting weights, acting like you He-Man, ain't G, man
Quit showing out, nigga, let's go and keep it true
I guess the shit that we been through ("Never used to matter to you...")

[Raekwon]
Yo, we puff ounces together, I could of bounced and left you
When they through them shotties under your nephew
You know I stood there, back you down, and stood ground, was part of the plan
I thought it said ("Never used to matter to you...")
You played it like you was the ringleader, you was a queen
Lost your manhood, you're off of the team
Don't ever come back, I'm spitting on you, shitting on you, no more sales
These shells got your name in script, I'm flipping on you
Corner drug nigga with priors, your gun never went off
In jail you was a liar, your wore wires
Stop fronting on the team, you're through, buy a gun, a crew
But overall it never ("Never used to matter to you...")
We hustle for money, you hustle and funny
Gave you that name, hated my fame, you hated my chain
Now the chair turn, this is our view, coward you through
Don't try to say it never ("Never used to matter to you...")
You fucking liar...

[Sample]
"Never used to matter to you..."
"Never used to matter to you..."
**************************************************
FridayYo where this nigga at man
Nigga you a daylight and a dollar short, man its a done deal
Yeah. It's over with, son. It's done!
Aight
You owe me 20, 000 big faces for that
Heh..Who owe you 20??
..You Al, nigga?
..nigga I don't owe you shit..
..aight..
*sound of a splash as a body hits the water*

Friday nigga
Whats the word
You got something for me
I'mma see you in 2 seconds
Right, yo pull my Rover on the side
Right there police coming man
Heard me

[Verse 1]
Yo up in the game room 4 in the morning and it's storming and we blitzed
Just rocked another wig yeah we on it
God had blood on his sweat pants
The way the tech dance on a nigga face, son ain't have a chance
Seen him high pitch yellow nigga from outta town
A young mellow ally trying to run through
Hell, it's on called the dogs to get on him
And we caught him, only thing this nigga was a lord in his forum
Bum nigga fresh outta jail, I used to play baseball with him
'Til son got large—bought a whale
Azure by the entrance, guess it's real nigga night out
He moving on his own negligence
Yo Lexxy strap up meet you in the back in the Acura
Spectacular vic, he stackular
Seen a nigga gem-down, fresh haircut trying to swim now
Aqua green Avias on brim style wild
We walked by eyeing 'im
Shorty ain't looked he trying to get fly, my niggas ain't dived on him
Kaze had the Mac in the vest, the way he moving might be dressed
He made two rights nigga move left
Standing by the incinerator, thank God he a generator
I can tell, bought his lady suede gators
Yo now it's time to move, spin nozzles on the tools
Might just bust him quiet style rules
He walked out the crib, yup draped
We on the elevator baked, staring at the nigga chain shape
We looked at him, seen all crooked, then we flashed on him
He knew we was live, my man Boo spazzed on him
Pulled out, take off the wool, nigga cool out
Walk you out the bulding, betta run nigga move out
This nigga liver than fuck, larger than fuck
Better kill me, all y'all niggas is butt, what spray it up
Tuck the chains in, Kaze shot him at point blank range then
He started screaming like a cave man
Blood got a salty taste, I can tell furniture fell out his face
Laced now it's a case
Threw up, vomit on my coat piece
Snatched all his ice now, Chrome T, boatin' off low-key
Didn't know the kid was large
Hour later call from jail, Mexicans surrounding the gods
Chill you bigga than the ocean, slow motion
Play it off no emotion but my man in there grossing
What to do they might kill him
We might kill you circulate death, that's how the real do
We sat there 3 live macks of the year
Crack beers one nigga in the back washing off his track Airs
Don't take it serious, vivid flow luxurious
I'm hearing this'll, make a real nigga curious
Friday my day, chill Pop, leave 'em on the highway
Bet he won't never fly my way
**************************************************
This Shit Hard[Hook]
Fuck a middleman, I can get it direct
Cook it up, watch it bubble in that pyrex
This shit hard, that's what I'm talking 'bout
This shit hard, that's what I'm talking 'bout
I could show you how to make a killing in them projects
All I need is some powder and a pyrex
This shit hard, that's what I'm talking 'bout
This shit hard, that's what I'm talking 'bout

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I'm getting fronted by the boat, waiting 'til they catapault
Raw organic blow, straight off the banana boat
Frantic when them birds landed, niggas damn near had a stroke
?? shook a can of coke
Voila as the baking soda merging
Agua, make it up bubble up like detergent
Start off soft when I whip it, work it
Come back hard like a nigga from his first bid
Yeah, this is the type of shit that hook your mayor
Marion, rich, pure, white like an Aryan
Met him at the Sheraton, reminded me of Pablo
Giving me his spiel while I inhale cigar smoke
He said I supply it through private cargo
You need to find a pilot that could fly you to Chicago
And back to the condo to come up with a plan
I met a plug, cutting out the middleman

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Yeah, ?? shit smell like fish scale, cocaine
Let the water boil then I cook it on the low flame
Whipping up the whole thing with a box of Arm &
Hammer, shit coming back like karma
Pull it out the water, the icing on the cake
Let it dry, paper towels sitting on a plate
Scrape the shake out the pot, the feeling on his face
So numb that he try to tell me how it tastes
Hit the cookie with the razor, make it crumble
Nigga at the kitchen table wrapping up bundles
Caught carpel tunnel in your wrist I'll be damned
Got the whole hood looking like Zombie Land
Now I'm at the dock, directing the van back
Forklift the pallet, ripping off the saran wrap
White like anthrax, nigga met the birdman
Now I got them things transported through a ??

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Raekwon]
Ayo, the Carlos Slim of the hood
Champion hoodie, what's goodie
I'll put y'all niggas on and I'm fully
A gangsta 'til I'm gone
Been blessed with these ounces for so long
Giving niggas money for their moms
This bail paper right here is backup
I'm leaving the country, need a trillion on my arm to live comfy
Back up, my spots is like leopards
I come through with shepherds
Shoulder strap on, black Louis black bombers
Yeah the police is scared and it's weird
400 thousand, take them there
You know it's all of us, one crack you can't even spam
I'm not doing jail for racketeering
My niggas gangsta for sure
We'll shoot anything, just open the door
We get it in, we want RBC money
Ready with black crack, running back to the crib, they coming

[Hook]
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Silk[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Hibachi pots, Lemonade scotch in the Glock
Toast whoever ?? a nigga's watch
Riched up feeding her French duck
Up in Prime One, one son on me, he shoot like he fuck
A Welly Fargo yo Gallardo jet red
Listening to Marvin and Keith in them ??
Gambling spots, I own the lease
Quarter millions only, on top of the grass we got suites
Man, bottles of Rose, the OJs is here with cold play
I sit back, perform in the grown way
My paper is proper, my bitch hella copped
I bought, copped me to Alans ?? courts
So many reasons to eat
Don't wanna kill no more, ayo, I'm two steps away from the ??
Lee and Dirty ain't cleaned it in years
I'm hustling a new way, my bookkeeper is standing right here
Ice water is the logo, y'all niggas know so
Flavor like a adobo bring the mayor to ??
It's promo rap nigga, I grow though
Catch me south France lumberjack mink bunch of snow cones

[Interlude: Raekwon]
Yo
We got like, forty thousand motherfucking biscuits in the back
Y'knowwhatimsayin
For all the niggas that been putting the weight up, doing their thing, that's good
For real

[Hook: Big B]
I've been watching, I've been learning
It seems like I've been hustling for years
Now that I've got my earnings
I wanna get away from here
Cause as the world keeps turning
I'ma get mine, I swear

[Verse 2: C.L. Smooth]
Pull them off the lot, let's race 'em
I'm here to break the set to the break who can take 'em
The ambiance, giving no response he gets what he wants
The scratch that he flaunts, nightmares he haunts
I'm just a smooth killa, nothing to prove nigga
Your shit is hard but I'm like, ten times iller
I'm Merlot Sipper, you can see my habit
I'm just a businessman besides your chick magnet
A grown woman lover, a shorty's father figure
You keep it all hood, I'm thinking much bigger
Cause life is sweet you spread your wings
The land, the kings, we get right and handle things, you hear?
Like the pieces on the board
And my quest for peace is what made me a warlord, dig it?
Spit bars exquisite, no lies, I live it
No telling which island I plan to inhibit
Laid up with a bad bitch, choking on a cigar real far
Feeling stout pussy by the seashore
Smoking jacket and more broads
I'm here to get all yours
The prettiest one you pick, down on all fours

[Hook: Big B]
I've been watching, I've been learning
It seems like I've been hustling for years
Now that I've got my earnings
I wanna get away from here
Cause as the world keeps turning
I'ma get mine, I swear

[Verse 3: Sauce Money]
Hide the body, I got that hammers that hate you
Extended clips that's ungrateful
Only thing I could promise is your exit won't be graceful
I'm just hoping your necklace is tasteful
Put you to sleep, that's how I wake you
No alarm clock could ever wake you
I stay out late at night grinding for my payout
I shot my way in, I shoot my way out
That's if I have to, see how it play out
You have a better understanding for the day out
Politic with Chef, fine tools survey the lay out
Uh-huh, AK out
Taking over blocks, making over spots
As the uncut raw and baking soda locks
Last stop inside this coke boy tour
Searching for paradise over this dope boy war

[Interlude: Sauce Money]
Y'knowhatimsayin, Chef?
You gotta get it by any means, my nigga
Hold it before niggas wake up and we dawn

[Hook: Big B]
I've been watching, I've been learning
It seems like I've been hustling for years
Now that I've got my earnings
I wanna get away from here
Cause as the world keeps turning
I'ma get mine, I swear
**************************************************
Whatever, Whenever[Intro]
Yeah, fly shit, man, word up, man
It’s that old motherfuckin’ laid back and
Leanin’ back on that good old alpaca
In the back of the vehicle and shit
Countin’ up motherfuckin’ 68 thousand
Two motherfuckin’ vests on the floor
Got mad reefer in the ash tray
Police put 17 cars away
You already know, man, shit is realer

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Threw on the Harley leather sheepskin gloves, my Beretta
‘Bout to hit the ghetto, hard-body bring the kettle
Niggas is drinkin’ and gamblin’, all you see is hammers in my corner
Champion sweats, hoes in pajamas
7-50 new blue, this is my lady
She stay playin’ suits, mad cute, two 3-80s
And her cousin, a police who live in the east
I knew him from the fifth grade, he definitely is a beast
A thug smugglin’ cop who live in the ‘hood
Plus he rock a lot of Carhartt, Braveheart, die hard
The day I seen him, was the day they tried to rob him
They pulled out a flare gun, they shot out his charger
Yo, beast started simmerin’ at dice games and pubs
Niggas runnin’ up in alleyways gettin’ mugged
Niggas lucky, ‘cause them other niggas butt
I sat back, calm as fuck, enter the conference

[Hook]
Whatever, whenever
Just keep that thing up on you
Wherever, whenever
Whatever, whenever
Just keep that thing up on you
Wherever, whenever

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
Show ‘em how we position, all of the shit glisten
Stones flooded the Smith and, liquor, I’m reminiscing
Fiends are still sniffin’, sons are still in prison
My pen is still scriptin’ all of them ghetto visions
They gave me the contract, came where moms is at
Left a Audi 86 in the driveway in the mack
Felt like young Bond, Tom Forrest, slacks and metal lenses
Two polaroid pictures in front of his brother’s Benzes
His sisters was some hustlin’ dykes, bullyin’ niggas
Ridin’ around, mollied up, plus suspended licenses
Hit the stash box – right there, a hundred in cash
Left a blue steel muzzle in the glove box, yikes
4:40 that morning, it’s foggy, I’m under the Gotti
Louis jumper jacket, huntin’ hat cocky
Mad ‘cause I ain’t fuck that morning
I had a Korean-Malaysian black sister with a thunder back ridin’ me
Made it to the balcony part
Tossed the rope around the big lion head statue, climbed up remarkably
Right by the window, they there
Took a glance through, they covered in Versace covers
Fuckin’ in the mirror
Couldn’t see the faces, heard the moans
La Perla Draws hung off the sectional chair, cocked the chrome
Emptied the barrel, all you saw was goose down flyin’
The trigger felt like wind, it was two bitches lyin’ there

[Hook]
**************************************************
86'[Verse: Raekwon]
Wood green jacket in the clapper
Catch me inside Mojito City with a stretched plump actress
Grabbin’ her thong, the light-skinned Mia Long
Rich niggas way back, the bitch do John
Why would you ever wanna be here?
Guns bigger than me here
I’m like the centipede, three pair
Wallabees, first pair ferocious
Guns from Scotia, everybody know I flow like oceans
Truck little pieces, how’re we gonna eat this?
I walk around fly, high, telekinesis
And my lady a well known designer who fell in line with me
And all she do is sell LV
We in the grow house, trees look alone
I built the Dutch Master train set, relax, you home
And watchin’ Carmelo when the Knicks go in
I’m playing my square, I’m in the front row, my bitch roll in
That’s not wifey, that’s a lover
She gave me some top, but how we met, she was alone with my brother
Givin’ twenty-year veteran good dick, came to my senses
Stay strong like old man in dentures
Wintertime rockin’ the fox, hangin’ with Bruno Mars, The Lox
Sting, yo, Nas’ pops
We gettin’ honeys, Rat Pack clique in my gunny
Blowin’ two Ls, Ocean 11 this money
Floss stays coolin’ on them horses
Hoppin’ over logs, long Polo boots, ownin’ them Porsches
Maxin’ king, everything Gucci
Just like the suits I play Saturday to stay in Jacuzzis
Brother Man, I’m floatin’ to mother lands
And came back with ounces of gold, wrapped aside, rubber bands
Hangin’ in McCormick & Schmitz
Doin’ my OG thing, slangin’ some ‘caine in the mix

[Bridge: Altrina Renee]
I’ll be flying to the islands when it’s cold outside
Matching furs, his and hers, got matching black cars
On my life, livin’ right, baby, love is no limit
Life’s good either way, 'long as you in this
**************************************************
King of Kings[Intro: Havoc Raekwon]
Let's go Yeah, nigga
Good lookin' Rae that's what I'm talkin' 'bout
It's all good don't worry about it
You feel what I'm sayin'? Don't worry about it
Yeah Word up, let's go
You know how we gotta come at this niggas, man
Yeah, come on, yo

[Verse 1: Havoc]
Stuck, y'all like gum underneath my kicks
Better move little fucks when the heat I'll spit
The hammer clap like the ass on a meat-out chick
Dump clips like a triflin' ass bitch to drop
If you short you're a chance in the box
But I ain't lettin' you play with the guns in the club, I'm boothin' the ox
Got my eyes on the ho's and I'm a peripheral
Got you cowards poppin' that Moe', my hand on the 'istol
Wild out, have a ball, you could drink 'til you 'url
Thought the Firewater was strong, the pound'll leave you curled
On the floor, like a new born baby, God
What you mean "Is he dead?", what type of shit is leakin' out of his head?
When you cowards see the drama and it come to a head
I'm hittin' Rae up on the jacket, it ain't much to be said
If it's on, go without sayin' somethin', deliverin'
Visa verca, this is Havoc, baby, we those niggas (we those niggas)

[Chorus: Raekwon]
All that money is us, now what's fuckin' wit' us?
Ay yo all around hungry, that's us and can't get nothin' get it
Ay yo all that money, all them niggas
All them shorties, everybody yell, "All lovely"

All that money is us, now what's fuckin' wit' us?
Ay yo all around hungry, that's us ,and can't get nothin' get it
Ay yo all that money, all them niggas
All them shorties, everybody yell, "All lovely"

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
I chop meat out ya face, Daddy, gladly
Mad breeze on, rubberband currency and I splash ya visa
You know the code, yo Caesar low straddlers
Front Streets, cracks all in the front seat spazzin'
Imperial wizards, Staten
Knife game off the chain and I'm with four hundred with wagons yo
Live wires, shoot darts for bread
Any map, I assist that, I'm holdin' it, all niggas dead
What? Battle for cake and fuck wizzes
We do it straight business, all mount ride, ain't no fake niggas
Reminisce, spit faces
Pissin' on the fake little swindler's list, Rae gave them niggas cake
Battle the gun, you're wildin'
I might levitatate well, I might take ya shit, push up, stylin' it
Oxes, reefers, police need us
The regime of Shaolin with Queens re-up
Fuckin' with the poisonous hand
Remember y'all, no commercial, I hurt you, yo go get ya mans

[Chorus: Raekwon]
All that money is us, now what's fuckin' wit' us?
Ay yo all around hungry, that's us and can't get nothin' get it
Ay yo all that money, all them niggas
All them shorties, everybody yell, "All lovely"

All that money is us, now what's fuckin' wit' us?
Ay yo all around hungry, that's us and can't get nothin' get it
Ay yo all that money, all them niggas
All them shorties, everybody yell, "All lovely"

[Verse 3: Raekwon]
Ay yo select me, Gucci sneaker recipe
Not the S dot Carters, no disrespect but respect me
One of the top five gangstas alive
My element is just the Elliott Ness, niggas who hide
Yo, I ran from some niggas that was police
These niggas heard about me bringin' marked money in, I had the whole East
I've been the greatest, been flippin' the latest
Somethin' like the new haggler on the Ave., ham it up, pullin' haze
And all the young niggas praise me
It's like the talent of the Six Million Dollar Man, 'yana pace
Come on, banana squeeze, aim at these Caravans
Heard he had his man and that ugly Keish'
Comin' from a galaxy of hood, hard real people gettin' ki's
Fuck wit' the media, it's all good

[Chorus: Raekwon]
All that money is us, now what's fuckin' wit' us?
Ay yo all around hungry, that's us and can't get nothin' get it
Ay yo all that money, all them niggas
All them shorties, everybody yell, "All lovely"

All that money is us, now what's fuckin' wit' us?
Ay yo all around hungry, that's us and can't get nothin' get it
Ay yo all that money, all them niggas
All them shorties, everybody yell, "All lovely"
**************************************************
Missing Watch[Intro: Raekwon (Polite)]
Oh shit! Fuck is my watch at?
Shit... what the fuck?
Nah man, nah man, hell nah
These bitches is frontin
The fuck the shit go?
Them drug gangstas
Yo son, you got my shit?
(Nah, son, I ain't got ya shit)
Son you ain't got my shit?
(Nah, nigga, I ain't got ya shit)
Yo, son, my shit is gone
(Pah listen, I ain't got ya shit
Lex you sure you ain't leave it in the..)

[Raekwon]
I started buggin out, fell in the zone, half the bone lit
Passed off, rubbin on my ski hat - oh shit!
My blunt fell, my watch, you seen it?
Gleamin little young fella, he just had the stupidest look, weeded
Yo, I'm tired and stressed, hungry and I'm vexed
And I'm flippin cause these niggas wanna play me for test
Shit fell off ya hand Lord? Stop it, I'm eyein niggas in they faces
After that I'm goin at niggas pockets
The watch, faggot yeah, y'all niggas got my shit
"Yo Lex we family, I helped you cop yo' shit"
Then help me find my shit!
Eye-ballin every fake Frankie Lymon in the joint
Break out, find my shit!
Yeah, yo now I got robbed, I smell it
Mad bitches walkin' by the fella tryin' to crochet, bitch spell it!
Listen trick, be out, bounce
Blew an ounce off of weed in the bitch face, she pulled out two white owls
"Everybody back the fuck up, move!
Chef, you actin' like a loose cannon, Pah, with you and your dudes"
If my shit come up, cool
Matter of fact, clack-clack-clack-clack, niggas pulled out tools

[Hook: Polite]
Yo yo yo yo turn the fuckin' lights off
Pass the illumin' Lord, tell the DJ turn the fuckin' music off
We got announcements, we want y'all to listen clear
We just lose about mansion in here
And yo eh yo if we don't get it back it's gon' be a problem
Then my niggas gon' react and that'll be a problem
Eighty-five thou' gone we got a fuckin' problem
Ain't nobody leavin' alive until we find 'em

[Ghostface Killah]
Excuse me, Miss, no I ain't havin' it
I smacked him with the four pound, bitch hit the ground
Then I stepped off, dry mouth and shit
Equipped with the dipped courdouroy Bailey's with the cream stitch
Powerhouse biscuits that blow roofs off
Rae watch is missin', you take ya boots off
And take off those chaaaaaiiiiiiinnnns
The fat fuck thought I was playin' so I started sprayin
Chicks hit the floor, bottles broke
The owner slid through beefin', duke threw the toast to his throat
We brought the noise like we here to promote
My man don't get his shit in four or five minutes yo we're leavin' with the vote
A gangsta's lotto, thirteen bodies and still climbin
Big shotties, bodied when they sniff body
We did our thing too we got to the Envy lobby
Our last four or five shots we see nobody

[Hook]

[Polite]
Eh yo shit got real that night
Power grabbed him, 'Vine smacked him dead in his head
(Oh shit, nigga he got a magnum!)
Yo we all holdin', rollin
Grab a nigga, search him if he front, fuck it, blow him!
Watchin' niggas foldin
The bartender got a shotgun in his hand
Let off, the wheelchair nigga got up and ran
Surround the Don, full body armor automatically on
The faggots passed off the watch and gone
(yo y'all niggas ain't searchin' shit!)
Yo where the big mouth at? Niggas step up
Matter of fact nigga, lie the fuck up
Nigga tried to swing on G's but he a gentleman
Son, he dropped the dead arm but failed to see it
Two shot G's pealed his meat {*starts to fade out*}
Let's see, niggas tried to front like my niggas is weak
Corey pulled the truck up, C-4ed this bitch, blew it the fuck up!
Niggas'll use and niggas'll die in this mothafucka! {*explosion*}
**************************************************
Baggage Handlers[Intro: sample from Scarface]
You got to be kiddin', five hundred?
Who you think we are, baggage handlers?
The goin' rate on a boat, is a thousand a night, man
You know that (first you got to work your way up to 500, cedigo)
Ok, what I did for you guys in Freedomtown, what was that?

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Return of the kitchen kid, with the axe
All I know is real detail, coke, lasagna and them E pills
Million dollar merchandise, we on, get ya groove back
A hundred yukons, we all moving crack
All my soldiers got big rank, pa, Sicily money
Y'all had a bitch that got pregnant in Iraq
What's the movement? Superman money in the Ooh building
A few dudes who make a lotta rules sayin' 'you get it'
Right, wavy hair, all my niggas is polic'
You stay off the roof, or jakes see the crib
No snitchin', this Amityville detention
Might fuck around, get caught, or shot down, play position
Yeah, here they come, sizin' them up, you know my status
This is raw way, lookin' in his eyes, and he butt
Yo, what's happenin'? I heard you got the streets back, captain
Yup, all niggas is dead, unless they team clappin' something
He felt the generals plans, recognize, we going all out
I might throw three in his man
Had the slick look, looking all Cubaned up
Don't get it twisted, nigga we'll swiss swish you up, what?

[Hook: Raekwon (Busta Rhymes)]
From all day to morn', noon, night
Recognize we gotta re-up (Yo, it's Cuban Link 2, motherfucker)
You all listen, pay attention
Word to the team, we gonna key up (Yo, it's Cuban Link 2, motherfucker)
Get ya birds off, playground
Yo, stay out my business, you gon' see us (Yo, it's Cuban Link 2, motherfucker)
For all them real Cash Rule Everything Around Me
Niggas get y'all stee up (Yo, it's Cuban Link 2, motherfucker)

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
The kid that endorse Maxmaris, shorty show support
Take your sweatpants off, fix your mascara
Four hundred nineteen ounces, out in Long Island
Twelve strong bitches that's real, who not scared of housing
Yes, throw on them raccoon, chinchilla feathers
Let it drag on my boots, the jean burned leather
Jog through the back of the building, drop the L
Got the scope on your nosey ass mother, fuckin' up sales
Forty karat locked in, bowtie, chillin' at the Democrat party
Yo, Chef, your coat, got it poppin'
Coming soon, Purple Tape, circle up the city let 'em know I'm back
Four hundred bricks, and yup, the kids stance
Sponsored by my cousin in Stan', maintainin'
Got the call from Tony Young Montana, my son campaignin'
Yup, I'm not no fuckin' bellboy, I war anything out there
The ring is mine, you can tell Roy
That's when I was hit with the call, your whole motto is get tour
Drug rap owner, you will rip all
Live like the pope, and get a big hall
Flipped them a claren, the front, like the Jag back like the store

[Hook: Raekwon (Busta Rhymes)]
From all day to morn', noon, night
Recognize we gotta re-up (Yo, it's Cuban Link 2, motherfucker)
You all listen, pay attention
Word to the team, we gonna key up (Yo, it's Cuban Link 2, motherfucker)
Get ya birds off, playground
Yo, stay out my business, you gon' see us (Yo, it's Cuban Link 2, motherfucker)
For all them real Cash Rule Everything Around Me
Niggas get y'all stee up (Yo, it's Cuban Link 2, motherfucker)

[Outro: Raekwon (Scarface sample)]
Yea, we back in the motherfuckin' staircase, nigga
You know that kid is coming, Cuban Linx, nigga
Louis Rich, the signature, bitch
(Every dog has his day, huh, Mel?
You wanna job Ernie? Ok, then, you call me tomorrow)
**************************************************
The Scroll[Intro: Raekwon:]
Regardless, we all ninjas, and got money
But the theme of the story
Is yo, checking how they came for me

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Kinda brief from the gold teeth era
Bro dreaming on C.R.E.A.M
Complimentaries and beef
I'm from the wild side, a militant was made by the foremost elite
It sound good, brung my rifle shit, clean
Met the others, lit a blunt, begin
I'm like Nicole Kidman in the wind, niggas is wild, niggas is eat
Then I chanced it, blood can always beat mud
Mud is part of being thug, I guess it's advance, we from the street
This is me, I'm ready to beat, whatever, we gon' off' it
One time alone, yo, they pricked up Unique
Meth standing there, rare hustler hair, right in front of the building
Them niggas do them killings out there
This is deep, me, Rebel, U-G, he walked in the room
Scarf rap, pair of Timberlands, beat
This the potion, roll the scroll out, speaked and another walked in
Knowing now this is a thief
We from the same voc's, this is like a pot roast
Hottest niggas who rhyme, I know them from the time
This is not 'posed to happen
Peace Black, we wasn't cool
Threw the piece back, everything good, I lit the leaf, captain
Got a mission, to make sure the world recognize our position
I'm standing near the kitchen
Shit just might work, I lit the stink, this could be the realest shit
This could be the realest flip quick
Everybody stand up in militant, army jackets down
I said to myself, this the realest clique
True champ, we gon' rep it through, keep it cool
No boot camp, no hard work, just some loot, family
All in, ball til you fall, loyal as ever
I grab my leather, I'm a lay til you call

[Hook: Raekwon]
Generals, demons, nighttime, vultures
Caught up on the ropes, let's team it
Everybody seen it, Zenith, what you mean?
Everybody C.R.E.A.M.'in', the all American dream
**************************************************
Cuttin’ it Up[Intro: movie sample]
So ya puttin' all ya subs now, huh?
Yea, ya doin' real good?
Ain't you gonna introduce me to ya friend, here?
Well I'll introduce myself, excuse the glove

"Get ya shit beaten" - Prodigy of Mobb Deep (sample repeated)

[Intro: Raekwon]
Aww shit, these niggas out here, hold that
Picture that nigga, all the real niggas, yo, come on
Yea, word up, I look good right?
Yo, aiyo

[Raekwon]
Put my money on the real kings, reveal the rings
Rocks swing, stayin' bling-bling in Ossining
Jet mack packages, feast to light it up and beast it
Cordially invited, the motto is eat this..

[Polite]
Yo, what up, Lex? (What up son?) Yo it's on again
Yo, it seem like niggas want war again
If you ain't know, bet ya niggas heard of me now
Can't stop me, best bet, murder me now

[Chip Banks]
Aiyo Lex, put ya diamonds on
Grab ya vests and ya nine, cuz it's on
I rep Harlem World where they hustle at
All the way to B.K. where they bust you at

[Raekwon]
Yo, yo, gun on 'em in the x-rays
Real niggas lay tired of it
Nigga violate it, cut him in the face
Vivid hand Glock, loopin' the dance, shoot him in the ass
Like cupid, dealin with an old place, stupid

[Polite]
Yo, yo, ain't a team allowed to know, fuckin' wit this
Niggas mad like I'm fuckin' they chick
See me stuck in the whip, gun in the hip, one in the head
Ten in the clip, niggas is dead, they imposters

[Ghostface Killah]
I used to bubble dimes, in the goose, I use to cuddle nines
And double the fact that you dare think that you can trouble mines
Big guns is layin', Timothy McVeigh 'em
Broad day 'em, push 'em all the way in

[Raekwon]
Aiyo, dred's in the bloody rep
Yeah, yellow canary Lex', specs on, movin' like vets
Tri-boro, thoroughest thugs move like DeNiro
Heat out, extortin' the heroes, 4/5 singles

[Hook: Polite (with Prodigy sample)]
Aiyo let's go get dough
Bust slugs in the club, thugs get low
Bitches showin' me the thong like I'm Sisqo
Up in the six, yo, watch his wrist glow, damn, it be sick though
This be the shit though
You ain't know, got ya moms in the disco
Singin' the intro, shakin' the ass like the nympho
Time to move, nigga, we in, time to catch wins

[Ghostface Killah]
For magical mixes, remix the hell outta the Bible
Like strip it and switch the whole title
Robes hit the floors, shoes is buffed
Gold studded bracelets, handcuffs, they gave it up

[Raekwon]
Teach niggas how to resolve a big mob
Keep niggas on beat, fuck around and di-ie the mid-ob
Niggas gonna bump what, yeah, you wit it whatever
Let's body these niggas, a lot of niggas bump, yeah

[Polite]
Yo, yo, never been the type to hold a grudge
Did five, I was guilty, fuck the judge
The Ave. got mad when I slid back through
Iced out, just came home and I blew

[Chip Banks]
We like, them frisky, rich and poet-esque
If it's chilly on our neck, then it's cold on our wrists
The cash flow is nuts, come through 8th Ave
Another hundred style, burn out for doughin' us

[Trife]
Aiyo, the hood's off the hook, hooded up crooks
Play the back burner wit black burners layin' for the juks
I'm too live, heats be the same as my shoe size
Fresh out the box, just copped a pair of new nines

[Killa Sin]
Yo, my team is like nitro, it might go boom when the lights blow
Catch you in the spinal wit the same knife from Psycho
My mic flow like Michael on the ball court
All pro, result of this Cream Team, niggas is all out

[Hook]

[Outro: Ghostface Killah (Prodigy sample)]
Aiyo, rep for ya town ("Get ya shit beaten")
Uptown, break it down ("Get ya shit beaten")
Staten Island, break it down ("Get ya shit beaten")
B.K., break it down ("Get ya shit beaten")
Queens and Bronx get down ("Get ya shit beaten")
Throw ya hands up right now! ("Get ya shit beaten")
("Get ya shit beaten")
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The Badlands[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Aiyo, Rae, aiyo, Rae, check it out, yo
Let me go in there one more time and air these niggas out
For old times sake, you know how we do, my nig'
Old times sake, just for me, man, one more time, I'm begging you
Let me just go in, and just fly on these niggas heads, man
It's what I'm talking about

[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
It's like a body in a project hallway, who did it?
Who's the next nigga that sucked the snit-ich
That's my word, it could never be me
You see the deer head on the living room wall, like his neck fell off
That can be all sculptured and glazed with gloss
Call the shots that Bill Belichick would call
Snake niggas slither all in the glass house, racial slurs
When it's time to go to war, they cash out
Throw 'em in the rear-naked choke, they tap out
Niggas try to surround the kid, I backed out
And threw two rocks at 'em, watching the ho drop
I'm from a place where we locking the low Glocks
Yellowtape, the bodies, jiggy and road blocks
Got the towels up in the air, it's so hot
Talking bout Staten Island, profiling
Switchblade city, the goons is wilding
Escape from my slums, nigga, you got talent
And we don't want the fifth of 'yac, we want the gallon

[Hook 2X: Raekwon]
Yeah, keep holding the Hill, nigga
Everything's real, let's grow in the field, nigga
Big bread or making that lead pop
Too many ways to get hurt or get hit with a headshot

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
Aiyo, Yankee blue robins on, hand full of Winston's
Plump spiker with the ices on
Glad to eat too, Yves Saint Laurent's is see through
Blueish five seven, black rag, a street dude
Liquor crack kept 'em fiending, jumped off the roof two-times
I'm surprised he seen me, your bags is the truth, my G
Jumped in the white Turismo, this is fruit for me
And now the baseheads love my style, I'm like a new pipe
With airholes in it, they suggested now
You the new king, new don, new thing, only thing missing
Is the Qu'ran, a new arm, a new lean
Yeah, salute the prophet, trooper with a plot, kid
Every block, tear hood, lock it
Yeah, all my ride for me, this what I got from it
You holding steel, yup, pop for me

[Hook 2X]
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Goodfellas(JD Era)
Its rainin this year im dolo outside low boots on
Waitin on the bars ,bags full of grey poupon
We about the CREAM,and the letters and croutons
He pulled up, big bodied benz with a suit on
What up chef?

Raekwon
Its all real cleaning my new gun
Bodies is about to drop niggas is out one
Spraying shit, after that out to the game and shit
I need take my lady there its all jamie shit
Get back touch you got a dutch

JD Era
Come on its on deck
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Chef It Up[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Word
Yeah
Jump into the movie
Let's go

[Verse 1]
Flex around town with the powerful flow in the latest
I'm like a jag, more spots, more courageous
I'm here, I never left, the chef blade henchman
Rep with a thousand one trenchmen
We all wearin' sweats, Gillettes, and oxes, more foxes
Coolin' on top of the spots holdin' choppers
Some new Jordan 6s in the six
Fly niggas fuck this, fuck that
My winners get enough that
Teflon Dons and pimps, pop models
Louis goggles and the S class blast, don't hit the potholes
We racin', everything's laced, here's the ratio
Now bust that down, let's get more fellatio

[Chorus]
Chandeliers on the throats, we still chef it up
We heal niggas with notes, we stay weapon up
Over the pots and stoves, we still chef it up
Through the valley of hopes we stay flexin', what?
Chandeliers on the throats, we still chef it up
We heal niggas with notes, we stay weapon up
Over the pots and stoves, we still chef it up
Through the valley of hopes we  stay flexin', what?

[Verse 2]
Grass get lit in bamboo, the band new
I will be one of the elites in the streets
Stores where fours get bought we open up wars
Some swords get caught, some broads got bored
Next level, new level, it's gods against devils
Czars against rebels, we never been flipped
Army brigades with blades on, all types of niggas catch fades
In the middle of the street in the yellow line
The timin' is massive, let's run to the parade
Bangkok hammers get blazed
It's in the streets, be amazed
How young homies turn into slaves
Eat that nigga for days, what

[Chorus]
Chandeliers on the throats, we still chef it up
We heal niggas with notes, we stay weapon up
Over the pots and stoves, we still chef it up
Through the valley of hopes we stay flexin', what?
Chandeliers on the throats, we still chef it up
We heal niggas with notes, we stay weapon up
Over the pots and stoves, we still chef it up
Through the valley of hopes we  stay flexin', what?

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah
That's how you do that shit, man, for real, man?
That's what you do when them niggas here?
That's how it's going down?
A-yo, you let me tell you something, man
Fuck all them niggas, straight up, man
I don't even wanna say it, man
But y'all already know, man
Y'all already know the greatest man
The greatest man
We the fuckin' best, nigga, what?
Hahahaha, yeah, son
Tell 'em what it is son
That's right, man
The adventures
Chef, one
Yeah
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Kids That’s Rich[Intro: Raekwon]
Nothing but big gooses in here, kid...

[Raekwon]
Rock your ship, black, million dollar man march rap
Physically strapped, electrifying gats, flying at
Rap herbals with verbals, kingpin's swerve out
Styles 360 degrees, don't blur out
Pass the word out, we don't bring dirt out
Yo, swerving out, mass murder route, blaow
Get up and work now, ya'll niggas feel jerk now
Take your money back, fuck yours, I'm lookin' truck, still broke down
Pass the smoke out, fly steaming hat, choked down
Hailing from the throat down, six hundred dollar coke, baow!
Last quote now, the don, Lexy float now
Hope now, Atlanta big boat style, we float now
Twist the flow Nile, the bitch tore down
Get it right, the wrist roll down, fly sneaker nigga, low down
Go down, lady dry ya blower out, casarole role, roll out
The jack star, track, fold out
Bone out, pound and a half'll blown out
Half the bone out, halfway home, it's on now

[Hook: Raekwon]
Aiyo, cats be telling on kids, now that's a lie, son
Cats be telling on kids, do or die, son
Cats that run with you, dumb out, puff blunts with you
Cats be telling on kids, now that ain't love son
Cats be feeling you, then what, be grilling you
Cats be fronting on kids, Lex, you live, son

[Raekwon]
Learn how to bust these, gemmed out, yo Killa lust these
Try not to trust these, I'm six Guyanese, dust these
Set up to fuck these, good luck, trees rolling out with rugbies
You love these, certified thugs, blowing up g's
We all that, commissioner don rap, with the arm at
Set up saloons, bring pawns where we want at
Reward that, Oscar Award, applaud that
We like Hardcastle and McCormack, set up the floor mat
Splash four hat, Similac cats, tour rap
Faggot-ville, where other reals won't ball at
React tours that, Hillfinger drawers, Wu hat
Relax do that, whoever boo trash, two at
Beige or blue hat, suede wally shoe, lashin' Clue at
White folks, come out your night clothes, sliding through that

[Hook]
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Raw[Hook: Raekwon]
Yes, the shit is raw, comin at ya door
Yes, the shit is raw, comin at ya door
Yes, the shit is raw, comin at ya door
Start to scream out loud, Cream Team's back for more

[Raekwon]
900 dollars on the glass table
Wally Clark Gable unable
Blow it on a grey goose
Picture that, elephant skin
Cardier glasses dim
What's that? Gold around the rim
Hollywoodizin, without goin Hollywood
Polly for all, Cream Team playas in the hood
Stop that scrutenizin, naturize
See my paper rise, promotin it at Lakeshore Drive
Trickin at the shark bar, God
Make sure the collar greens got turkey bars par, we got you Allah
Rare start grappin the hair, playin Cuban Linx
Spinnin like the swivel chair, yea
No question

[Baby Thad]
The peeps flippin, actin like she wanted me to pipe her
And they got you jealous, claimin that you never liked her
Then I found out y'all was too many dykers
Now I'm hyper, beggin you to hook me with a cypher
See me in the tunnel and you trouble me
Get my dick hard dancin, sippin my bubbly
Yo, beat me in the head, talkin 'bout how you got a man
That can't get freaky as I wanna be
No talk, Giant Size in the game
Colt 45, appliance in the game
Tyra's in the game, huh?
Relyin on money, to make sure that my environment change

[Hook 2X]

[Raekwon]
2:15 and I'm blasted, smack that ass kid
Light skin, what up? Stop splashin
Slang got niggas in the choke hold
Freakin their coats, got $64,000 on clothes, yo
Wu-Wear jackets and hats, relaxin, bets play that
Ping-pong champion cats, what?
Chantin out Walk Myers
Yo, the weather is nice, flex the Benz
With $10,000 in flyers

[Baby Thad]
The squellin I'm for in the six range things
Make the loyaliest cats, Flipmode do strange things
Switch like change lanes, chains, rings and glaciers
Stay phat in it

[Chip Banks]
Man, I can't stand them chicks, I dig for Vanson
Play a brother close to Puff is Branson
Ice work, gleamin I'm catchin them, glancin
I play 'em no mon', 'bout to bar dance 'em
White bitches with Banky like, "You handsome"
Flyin to the hills, to fuck in the mansion
Only one way you spendin the night in here tonight
*singing* If your head is right

[Raekwon]
Dance turn into a romance
Dance turn into a romance

Get up, get down, move around, cover ground
Throw it on the brother now, you swore
I had your mother on the ground
High rollers that know us
Crisp pop, giftshop, hollas that rock Polo's
Here they hold they shoulders, yo
Lay it like a chain be on, we on Cream Team
Play on, with all grey on, flavor like crayon

[Hook 3X]
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Call of Duty[Hook: Akon]
This is a renegade salute, yeah we on that
And keep what we kill, yeah we on that
We never fightin’ we just cock and go click clack
Turn that ass ‘round, bring it all back
Know you see me
I know you see me
I know you see me

[Bridge: Akon]
Everybody call me the top driver
Run it down to the end of the drive line
This is a callout, callout, callout
Are you ready for the massacre?
Somebody throwing down, down, down, down
Sirens blaring, but they can’t help you now
Sirens, can’t help you now

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Murder by numbers in Monaco
Me all fresh to death, big white thing go kinda slow
Got my elites in the suites, my stones is roughed up
Camouflage pants, my gold cheek
When we go, yo, we go together
Whatever is said, it’s still combat boots on the door
Still get a million a week, got the lions in the yard
Barbeque and breadsticks and chic
Fly generals, international, rational raps
Who kill like ten percent of these rats
My team thumpin’ in the crunches
We fucks with the hard, not anything else just hard

[Hook: Akon]

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
Tiger claw scar on his neck, rockin’ links
Mad Bull PTS riles and minks
Soldiers and gorillas fall fast in the paint
Protect the projects, intersections, and inks
You still prove gooses are we mooses?
Ears and eyes, mad jury on that blare like acoustics
Kill, kill, kill, kill, yeah more, while she's dying to feel
Soldier ceremony, we gon' go with horses
Nobody dying tonight, cause I said so
More gold chariots, fly back, we fly home
Sit back blinded in the cabin, General Bang
Hundred medals on his chest, neck and stab him

[Hook + Bridge: Akon]

[Outro: Akon]
(Revolutionary) What is it like to be helpless?
When you're laying there hungry, yeah
Feel the pain and you're half dead
Not a game, no contest
And no matter how strong you are
Thought that you could be
You listen to me (hey)

[Hook: Akon]
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For The Listeners[Hook]
This for the listeners wit big businesses getting it, living overseas wit it
Who get fly as a fuck roll up drop a hundred thousand like seed niggas
All my jewelry is custom and it's live from the head to the V's nigga
We gon' be getting it, we gon be getting it and getting it

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Drug trafficker, bank book from Attica
Mack slappa right in ya lab I put the apple on it
Dipped in pajamas, to hold the llamas and anacondas
Promotional cuts niggas with choppas
On the Wu panoramic, elevator lab with a hammock
Wrangler red, coke in cabinets
Flex on the mayor, slinging in Disney on the lay-up
Fresh new whites on you pay us
Back to this emceeing, dipped in so many DMs
Taking it back to baby BM's
Meet me at the manor, where all my kniccas sit back and gamble
Put your house up, buy you a Lambo
And my lady she a winner, got a real knicca my agenda
Cop u everything give you the VIN number
Style more passion, flashin' a general, nasty, mixed with raw more and fashion

[Hook]

[Verse 2:Raekwon]
Russian connect shower head flooded in baguettes
Come live in my garage wit the steps
Blue nosed pit, the stove cost a hunnid
We trick, money we funny tax write piff
Covers is Louie, pillows Chanel, flowing well
Fish tank gazelle made me skip
The honululu of france, maxing with my boo boo
Between me and you in this rap im a guru
Everything we buy is fly. From Fila to Dida
Catch me overseas near the key-ahs/kiosk
3 6 to B.I's, tee on, Levis
Tidal wave rap version me forty mirars
This pussy ain't nothing, it's money we want
Rolling a blunt, run down your honey wit a gun, yo
Niggas to bitches to outside visitors
With rap crack darts dedicated to the listeners

[Hook]
**************************************************
All Over Again[Intro: sample]
Yes, I got you started, yes, I got you started
All over again

[Intro: Raekwon]
Uh... yeah..
This is on some Can It Be/C.R.E.A.M. shit, right here, too
Yeah, word up, take it there for these niggas, you know
Word up? Yeah.. uh-huh, reminisce, nigga
Word up, nice sunny day, rainy day
Preferable for you and yours, let's blow, yo

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Who would've thought I would've made it y'all
Ten years later, still in the gid-ame, the Clan, we was one the greatest
We did platinum back in '93, we painted pictures you could see
We was living who ya'll tryin' to be
RZA had a vision, instead of cookin coke in the kitchen
He told the God, hit the booth and start spittin
At first it was a dream to me, Ol' Earth buggin
Put your gun down, screamin that the streets is gon' be needin me
I did the Knowledge to the Wisdom that you spoke to me
The Wu became us, the world enbraced us
A new day, a new life for the God
Got a hood thing, watchin' "Ice Water" evolve
Destined to build a mountain, niggas is doubtin' my work
Black millionaire, check what I'm worth
I gotta thank y'all for takin in Lex, I appreciate it
I apoligize for keepin y'all waitin

[Interlude: sample (Raekwon)]
Yes I got you started all over again
Yes I got you started all over again
(Word up... let's go back... finish up)

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
Growin' up, we've been through hard times
Life on the streets, just tryin' survive
Plus my niggas got mouths to feed
We sold to crack fiends, coke, ice and money machines
Shootin' at cops, them maggots tried to stop our C.R.E.A.M
But it won't stop, can't stop, my niggas locked down in a box
I feel your pain, I know you're tryin' to come home
All that weak bullshit, I had to leave it alone
Heard my mom's cryin' at night, we rap on the phone, I love you
Never meant to stress you out, do you wrong, yo I'm workin
Then move you from a block to a home
We came from nothin', seein' how the world is so cold
Some niggas comin' out of churches sellin' devil their soul, yo
My neighborhood is crime central, sort of like prisons and cops
One on lock, instead of tryin' to defend you
All that bullshit we've been through, time to draw the line right here
Got to stop now, time is the issue

[Interlude: sample (Raekwon)]
Yes I got you started all over again
(One more jewel...)
Yes I got you started all over again
(One more... move... let's go, let's go)

[Verse 3: Raekwon]
It's time to rebuild, teach our seeds, that guns don't kill
It's the nigga behind the trigger that will
Society's ill, blacks support seeds for their mills
Mentally brainwashed, time moves on, we stand still
I seen life through the birth of my son, I seen it all again
A soldier stuck in these streets, hopin' it's war within
Too late to fall now, I'm on now
Niggas is born now, we doin' good, we on tour now
Elevate your prosperity, I'm seein' shit with clarity
No longer on the low, pa, I couldn't handle thieves
Too much to live for, I just wanna poly and grow
Stack ones and watch my little dun's blow

[Outro: sample]
Yes I got you started all over again
Yes I got you started all over again
Yes I got you started all over again
Yes I got you started all over again
**************************************************
Fly Shawty Penelope[Intro: Raekwon]
Yeah, yeah, straight outta jail
First time nailing me, realer than the obvious
They never said it was gonna be easy
Who can y'all put up with?
The streets... why you coming at me like that, man?
You payin' him? You taking care of me?
What's the matter with you, man?
See this the shit that make a nigga don't come over, man

[Chorus 2X: Raekwon]
Aiyo, fly shorty Penelope, fresh female chick
Straight outta jail, first time mailing me, God
Realer than the obvious, livelyness was on the line
I mean like, the sweetest thing, most seen her kind

[Raekwon]
Bloomingdale patient, slick finance who got a Benz station
Studying law, buying North Faces
Tried by the police, yo, straight up and down
I hold rollies, size six shaconies, daughter, might name her Water
Son, might name him Rich Porter, style, Law &  Order
Copped them quarters, it's real, blowing out in Florida
Displaying a game, frame, I'm adoring her
Blasting music, I'mma lose it, shorty romance the music
Just grind, don't dance to it, flexin' with a sun dress on
Shorty refreshin', less you stressed, stop swarmin' on her
Yellin', it's all made basic, taste it
Anybody lace this here, you can blaze it
Rinaldo stepped up, what, "Lex, you know I got it lined up"
Bust ya gun from the side, what?
Take this thought in mound, your frame might be a dime
But the brain power might not shine
Shorty had a good head once, rolling up blunts, damn
She fucked up, got caught in the crunch
Now, down go her lifestyle
She on the FDR now, with a Audi J, bugging out
Stop that drinking, you wild, project chick, yo
Won't even tuck her chain, nigga, that's foul
Got caught up in the number run, dunn
I need to get my life back, son, share one
Lex laid it out, but she stunt, enter and still smoke blunts
Shit ain't real, she yelling "Fuck everyone"
Yup, caught up in the midst, I mean glitz
Went from doorags to rich, now he blue hat and switch
I guess, the live way to rap it, shorty went backwards
Now she stuck with a dirty Guess jacket
Keep on, giving out the jewels wrong
Who wrong? Who want? Who trynna-trynna act like you never knew wrong
Now it's raining, now I'm maintining, gaining
Probably gaming with positive aiming, long dane it
Stepped in, jumped in the car, fuck God
Put the Wisdom for Knowledge, you bond, whine too hard
Shaking her ass, walking out to the garage, you large
Fuck men, fuck who weighing nods
Stopped, took a peak at the stars, the Zodiac, a fine Mars
Or lose it for a chick behind bars
Wash, waking up Lars, aiyo collect call Taj'
Let's take a half a million in the cards
Laying up, at the Laborage, say I need a massage
Stressed, jumping out the Guess jumper, charged
Wifey material, make sure y'all observe the ariel
I'm mailing this through ya stereo
Wifey material, make sure y'all observe the ariel
I'm mailing this through ya stereo
Wifey material, make sure y'all observe the ariel
I'm mailing this through ya stereo
**************************************************
Intro (Fly International Luxurious Art)Woman: Passport please
Raekwon: Figaro platinum shit, man
Woman: Where are you traveling today? It seems you've run out of space on your passport. There's no place to stamp
Raekwon: I'm a soul train, catch me on more clear jets, nigga
Woman: Sir
Raekwon: Versace shower sprinklers, nigga
Woman: Excuse me, Mister Chef
Raekwon: Suede walls, Bally sneakers from '86
Woman: Chef can you hear me?
Raekwon: Brooks Brothers shit...
Woman: You've run out of space on your passport
Raekwon: ...London, nigga, Monte Carlo. The Caymans
Woman: I'm sorry sir but we won't be able to allow you to fly to Abu Dhabi today
Raekwon: Nigga we drink that mothafuckin' Dom Perignon
Woman: It's been [?], sir
Raekwon: Jeroboam, nigga, 1907 shipwreck, high chief, nigga
Woman: Excuse me, you don't have any more room in your passport to stamp, sir
Raekwon: Spike convertibles
Woman: Excuse me, we have other people in line
Raekwon: Fly International Luxurious Art
**************************************************
Heated Nights[Produced by Frank G]

[Verse 1]
My life, day one when I was caught up in it young
Benetton sweaters, Kangols and guns
The candy shop is where it all popped
Sellin' ounces of oregano, free lunch, the spot
Thinkin' all better, can't wait to bag this block
Cause when I get on, my ass is just rock
Do a few 1-2s and shop
I get whore who's runnin' through 5th Ave, a Glock
I love Polo Gear and top
A few Woolrich pieces, yeah the [?] was hot
Dreams and schemes to make a knot
I sat on the stove and wrote "C.R.E.A.M.," one blunt 2 o'clock
Gangsta hours if I'm not
I'm lyin', take a shot, I put it on my 40K rock
Shorty with an educated bop
With flavor for days, it's all praise, who amaze you a lot

[Hook] x2
Front out of drug buildings under the street lights
Guns go off, we keep pipes
Every kid caught in the zone, let's hope he make it home
And sleep right, instead of churnin' the heat night

[Verse 2]
Ayo maxin' with the machine guns, new [?]
Tryna stay away from the jail gangs and letters
My time is now, bread box is startin' to pile
Homegirl got no style but I'ma lace her
Catch me in a Blazer with a P9 laser
Drunk get 25 thousand a razor
Meet me in the mess hall, you crazy, I'm out in Jamaica
Breakin' up black weed, chillin' with gangstas
Fuck around high, might die on vacation
Better have respect in the right place like Mike Mason
Everybody smooth when the cake flip
Niggas start snitchin' on the team whe they say shit
Get your face lit, it's so hard to make shit
Can't sit around jealous niggas, that's gay shit
That's why, yo I'm just around paid shit
No Minute Maid shit, no son this ain't a slave ship

[Hook] x2
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Wu-Gambinos (Shaolin remix)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
All right, 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 Crystal man
Niggas 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 'cause 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 nothing fraudulent here, we pioneer
Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah
36 Chambers of fear, huh, you lost it
Information leaking 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 paying dues
And the last one is death, back to the essence
With that shit you stressing, 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas up in Height figures bitin niggas
Silks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain yeah
Jakes beware black rap millionaires
Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin this year
One eight hundred gambino niggas yeah

Meth:
Wu roll together as one
I call my brother Sun 'cause 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 pioneering 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
Casting stones, cracking 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 niggas 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 visualize under
'Cause I strike, like thunder
Niggas 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 niggas 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...
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Brother’s Keeper[Raekwon]
I flip the bronze e, watching King Kong in the palm
Smoke alotta cheeba, chilling, cuz it's all about marketing
Hold the mic, I'm hogging it, handle the goose shit
Word up, mixing the true shit, my niggas'll shoot shit
Trees lean, we get it tight, we get fucked right
We up in the telly, lighting up with the crack light
My mind calculation, attract like I'm counting peso's
Out in turban caco's with some fake ho's
The bling swing, a many mansion, a break phantom
Floating through the town on some old new improved shit
Swerve coming through shit, vandals in coupe shit, yo
Animal blue shit, my scramblers move with
A kingley, getting blunted to nine hundred
Floating through the town on some old --
Coming through the town on some old --

[Chorus: Nas (Raekwon)]
Turn up the mics, (the world is mine
The world is, the world is, the world is mine)
Turn up the mics (yeah, the whole world is mine)

[Nas]
I'm Nasty but fuck bitches, handcuff snitches
Feed they nuts to pit bulls and plan more business
Got sluts on leashes walkin on all fours
Have 'em eatin from dog bowls pettin' they heads
Cause they love playin that role they sexy in bed
Smokin bud' I'm outta control wish death on the feds
Cup spills with Grey Goose watchin snuff films
Laughin with dykes that wear patent leather with spikes
My cheddar is right, Miami beach playin it low
St. Barts rent a house and a boat
Two hundred thou' on my throat
That's only half of what my wife ice cost
Phonecall, hearin another boss got his life lost
Well, wipin' sand off of my toes
Read a book called "Catcher in the rye", I chose
Some Bob Marley then I plotted a scheme
To make me and Bump Knux more rich
Then I got me a team, he got 'em a team
He tryin to buy G-force with missile launchers
Tired of walkin' around with beef, with that pistols on us
C-4's better I'm callin up some B-More killers
To come and bleed you
As sure as the sun's in the sky you'll surely die
You washed up, fuck your people
Your money ain't as long as mine you dumb and you foul
Who you tryin to squeeze all this fuck with Alzheimer's disease
We the new breed, nigga, turn up the mics

[Outro: Raekwon]
Yeah, you know where I'm from, I'm from Staten Island, man
Word up, ya'll know it as Shaolin, I call it Staten Island, man
Cuz niggas get they legs broke, when they try to front, man
Fuck it, he rhyme? He talking shit, let's break his fingers, man
Can't write no more, word up, we specialize in choking niggas
Throwing niggas in cars, driving off and shit
Open the door on your ass, you know how them Pontiac days went
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Be Happy (Freestyle)[Intro: Raekwon]
Yeah, yeah, just dropped that Lost Jewelry too, man
Go get that bag over there, it's right over there
Good, good, good - go ahead
Get at it, got get it - you'd better get that
Cool…
Yeah, we good (you know we good)
Yeah, I feel that right there, yeah, yeah, yeah (that's real, right there)
Come on, Chef - milk this shit, man
I'm right here, come on, man
Yeah, ladies and gentlemen (ladies and gentlemen)
Welcome to this…
This that real, the real - let's go, man
Ayo, ayo…

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Liquor all in his… he ready to fuck somethin'
Up in the Bentley truck rollin' a blunt, stuntin'
The trainers right there is a G
Had the neck game for free, sweats on, Rolex for me
I like the sex… cause, give 'em jaw suggestions
Drunk in a penthouse with drawers on, excellent
Listenin' to Commodores, blue magic, holdin' a new clapper
I shot the masseuse, who tappin' her?
A whole lot of character, check out the big man
Jewellery game hardheaded, check it in this land
I got the seeds with me, plead with me
Don't wanna catch no bodies, don't dis me, believe in me
Up in the Ritz high as Hell
Kicks cost twenty-seven hundred, them shits came with bells
I'm more flash than the president
So ether your favorite rapper - he can wear the suit while I black up
At last meet the greatest, his clique Canadians
Look around, yo, and keep debating, huh?
Money bags, we rock the certified
Word from the murder guys who don't fuck around but burglarize
Tax bracket is ill, shout out thankfully
I've got a fish tank that's spanky, thank for me
Hundred floors up, the doors, it ain't no key
Put your finger on the angle and blink to me
Yeah, relay, he in concernt, holding' it down, sir
That's Wu in the flesh, he a monster

[Verse 2]
How can I love somebody else
If I can't love myself enough to know?
When it's time, time to let go...
Sing...

[Hook]
All I really want is to be happy
And to find a love that's mine
It would be so sweet
All I really want is to be happy
And to find a love that's mine
It would be so sweet

[Verse 3]
I ask for the sign from the sweet Lord above
I know the answer is in front of me
But when you think you're in love
You only see what you wanna see
And all I see is me for you
And you for me
Oh I cannot hide the way I feel inside
(No I don't know why)
I don't know why but every day I wanna cry
If I give you one more try
To there rules, will you abide
And if I mean anything to you
Would it make everything all right?

[Hook x2]

[Bridge]
I just wanna be so, so, happy
But the answer lies in me
I do believe that we can be happy
I said I wanna be happy, yeah, yeah...

[Verse 4]
Life is too short to be tryin' to play some games
Now take some time and think about
If it's really worth losing me
Why must it be this way?
Why do you have to play with my mind?
All the time...
Help me sing it
All I really want is for me to be happy
Oh, just help me sing it
All I really want is for me to be happy
Yeah...
All I really want is for me to be happy
Oh, you know I wanna be happy, yeah, yeah

[Outro]
I don't wanna have to worry about nothin' no more
Said I wanna be, said I wanna be, said I wanna be
Said I wanna be, if it's alright with you
I mean, it'll be alright with me
Won't you help me sing? Just help me sing, yeah…
**************************************************
Forecast[Intro]
Turn me up (feel me like) let me get a feeling of who love me
And who I love (that's what it's all about though)
You understand?
First you got to know how to move (the forecast calls for...)
Then you got to know how to make moves (straight up)
All y'all
It's eternal (what?)
(We getting on the ninety five?) Yea I like that word
(Yo) we bringing it from here (don't drive too close to the ?heava? nigga)
Understand? (Come on) let's go let's go let's go
Yea that's right (right)
What up? So what is it called? (you know what its called kid)
Yo (how much I, how much I implement my thoughts to you?)

[Verse 1]
Yo, hey yo shout out New York, Philadelphia my sword talk
Praises due, the block favors you
New Jers with the guerillas with the most sexiest birds
Vehicles and shit shout out your word
Fox premier, my niggas in Connecticut yea
Upstate, Albany got love here
Rochester all the way down to stretcher
You large, Long Island niggas definitely paint a picture
Chicago peace, Maryland take cheese
Baltimore lock it all down yo lets increase
Boston stay flossing, my eye like Steve Austin
Seeing how y'all bought Rae fortune
Texas yo, how many Lexuses y'all goin' flow?
Y'all niggas doing it is love yo
Miami and North Carolina like family yea
Spoil a nigga like kids with cotton candy
Yo VA. all the money makers generate
Shorty driving around still making ten a day
L.A. yep it's real when they tell me
Yep I know it's ill cause police tried to kill me
N.O. and let's politic and make dido
D.C. I hope y'all feel me when I ble-do
ATL., Tennessee ring bells
Out in Ohio bumping twenty inch wheels
Yea San Francisco, Vegas, Illinois, Dallas
Minneapolis cats rap with us
Michigan yea Rollie Derm burn
Phoenix, Sacramento really car, bitches on the air
Portland, Buffalo, Toronto
Stay Brolic in the Giants like the Denver Broncos
Yo South Carolina bring the drama
Still in all like the way she ball
Yea, she yelling she my baby mama
Japan coma
London, Germany, China holla, Africa my brother
Russia light a dutch up
Indiana where they all throw scramblers and they cut ya'
Jamaica yep Bahamas
And we honor everything, homage, looking Guyanese in Ghana
Detroit saying go head do your thing boy
Puerto Rico come on through Raekwon my boy!
Louisiana and Canada
St. Louis, Florida you're on what? Candid Camera
He like master in Nebraska
Fleeing in white mink on god G-ing in Alaska
Laid up Brazil play real
Got like fifty K in a briefcase Rae'll chill
What? You know the plan
Laying up in Amsterdam
Blowing nine grand betting a white man

[Outro]
Oooooo tell me it's me you want baby
Got to tell me
Why don't you tell me girl?
Tell me its me you want baby...
Ooooo.....
Aaaaaaa....
Ha ha ha ha...
**************************************************
Heart to Heart[Intro: Some NY Cats]
Fuck that shit Raekwon
Do that shit
Fuck them niggas...

Whats up playboy
Nigga, you doing you're thing
Nigga, go ahead

[Chorus: Raekwon]
Yeah, them fake duels
Any real niggas baby make moves
Pay dues, bitches who relate rock shoes yo
Damn, them niggas stay frontin
Tryin' to hollywoodize the realness
But ain't sayin nuttin'

[Raekwon]
Yo, bagel material, contact Merial kid
She sling cell weight, bust gun material
Fast like splash and rice, stash your wife
Curry chicken and bitches, crime on my right
I'm marvelous extra large
Threw y'all faggot niggas in the game
And now y'all niggas ain't feelin ours
Love is a message from my family
Cream Team Incorporated, Wu-Tang Clan is what you plan to be
Oh yeah, ladies in here, say yeah
Do it like yeah, starvin niggas fake rocks in they ears
Black down hat with the beak up, unique what
You need to stop wilin, the fam won't speak up
Toast, the most official niggas on post
Yellin out "how ya nigga Ghost?" rich he supposed
Now I'm just talkin this one
Don't make me diss one paw
Its all about enterprising and get rich son
Steal a nigga yo, collect currency yo
Could lock a bank up, IRS can suck dick straight up
Had dosche, oil of olay, play nigga lay
??? a cheap shit, crush them niggas like clay
Van Damme hammers, 2000 Jaguar, cameras
The little shit, seeing what you're plan was
Made y'all niggas go platinum
I made y'all niggas flow happen
Lets battle for cash captain
Remember, the cold giant on the set
Lying on your dick, play for real take it care of'ya ex
That's right I'm hungry, this go out to y'all alumni
Faggot niggas dead wrong
Yeah, I'm player hatin, waitin
The culture of this nation
You lay Bay Boy since '88, stop leanin on me
Turnin iceberg money into laundry
Been taught a whole country
This technician bash opponents
Flow is like Ronin, the movie
My gun blew your store up
Allahu Akbar, translating peace to the god
Lewis Rich slash signatures on the credit card
Me, Bird, Binkie, Santana, bad with the hammer
My dun power through a hundred grand up
Words from the Martin Luther King version
We burn versus then send 'em out FedEx, fast service

[Chorus: Raekwon]
Yeah, them fake duels
Any real niggas baby make moves
Pay dues, bitches who relate rock shoes yo
Damn, them niggas stay frontin
Tryin' to hollywoodize the realness
But ain't sayin nuttin'
Yeah, them fake duels
Any real niggas baby make moves
Pay dues, bitches who relate rock shoes yo
Damn, them niggas stay frontin
Tryin' to hollywoodize the realness
But ain't sayin nuttin'

[Verse 2]
The tailor made king of New York
Designer walk, Prince of Wales
Hundred sales, stock broke and hotels
Playa hyply, them niggas dislikin' me
Challenge my style politely, that's like fightin whitey
Here we go again lord, climb aboard
Stevie Wonder award
From here to UK, movin on your broad
Speak through Ninex, go ahead and rhyme next dunn
Runnin up on nine vets, minds rep, we run your projects
All greenery on, see on lights, movin like Deion
The eagle on plus scream on all y'all bitches
The Blair Witch rich nigga vision, comprehension
Listen, its called slang optimism
Connect dots, niggas is large you can't see us
Y'all select cops, screamin' niggas bars on your drops yo
Damn, what the world became of
A nigga buy a chain and he think he a thug
Here drink a slug (*ppppsssshhhh*)
Major niggas call it, y'all niggas is like a bar
I'm the warwick pa, straight up assorted
Yo, just a bark from the tree of life
Niggas ain't eatin right
Give 'em a taste and let 'em see the light

[Chorus: Raekwon]
Yeah, them fake duels
Any real niggas baby make moves
Pay dues, bitches who relate rock shoes yo
Damn, them niggas stay frontin
Tryin' to hollywoodize the realness
But ain't sayin n-
Yeah, them fake duels
Any real niggas baby make moves
Pay dues, bitches who relate rock shoes yo
Damn, them niggas stay frontin
Tryin' to hollywoodize the realness
But ain't sayin nuttin'
Yeah, them fake duels
Any real niggas baby make moves
Pay dues, bitches who relate rock shoes yo
Damn, them niggas stay frontin
Tryin' to hollywoodize the realness
But ain't sayin nuttin'...

Ain't sayin nothin
**************************************************
Nasty ImmigrantsArtist: Raekwon the Chef f/ 12 O'Clock
Album:  The Nutty Professor Soundtrack
Song:   Nasty Immigrants

Intro: Raekwon

Yeah yeah, that's us
Hit me hit me hit me, I ain't got nothin to do with none of that
Besides, whatever
Louis Rich Diamonds (yeah)
12 O'Clock, Gambinos
Those crazy boneyard boys is back once again

Verse One: 12 O'Clock

It's nine-six I'ma bang you with some hits
In two-thousand six I got my son makin hits
A nine to five it's a job to survive
F--k the lies and connives and all them company bribes
I'm Family Ties for my seeds I'd die
I want the whole f--kin pie save them slice for eighty-fives
And besides, see I never had a million
Got beefs that got millions and in buy-outs worth billions
Knotty nigga with a plan platinum jam
Found a million fans in the Lexus to the Lands
So whose the cat in the comfy black Ac?
As a matter of fact, I sick/six fingers I'm from fat
My projects be the livest that it gets
Watch me ---- back Tex and do murders in the backsteps
I want that b---h with a Lex, a house out in New Mex
She disrespect, she buys a Rolex
12 O'Clock sells you stock business
Drive in Benzes, see my dog were tremendous
In case I didn't mention
I'm killin your whole startin team and all them n----z on the benches
So please play your distance
I'm givin a sentence that pull more pain than a dentist
Most def, I'm professional
Twenty G's a show, Germany to Tokyo
Show me lies, suck my beach
I got fans in Puerto Rico that love what I throw

Chorus: Raekwon

Introducing these nasty immigrants
Who want to flinch, move on him he got bank like Merill/Lynch
Styles recorded like a porcelain swordsman
So let RaZAh rip across your face, you're frosting

Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef

Push this s--t out like nine months
Rock Swahali and suede fronts, get paid from n----z
Lifestyle, like a knife in a child
Mail the brick out, Israel, mistrial, blowin like fish scale
Wu, dominate s--t majorly, flavorly
Jubilant cats they keep pagin me
Peace what's the signs ock?
Fruit of life like the apricot
Cocktails tossin em at cops on blocks
Park Hillian, drug hillbillies made billions
Get a gun, kidnap, eight nine Jimmyians
Yo, he had about this amount in his Swiss account
Gunnin this out we reminesces on this b---h's house
Back in time, was a bad fiend
Now I flex mad green get cream seven-fifty n----l gleam
Say hi to chocolate t--i f----d lives
Stop and analyze in eighty-five Hawaiian c--e flex three lives
Caesar Halfmoon, pardon my scalp
Buildin and breathin
You front I'll leave your ass bleedin and sweetened

Chorus

Chorus 1/2

Chorus
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Worst Enemy[Hook: Liz Rodrigues]
I'm wrapped up [?] trying to break free
I'm my own worst enemy, me
They'll never let me by though, cause I'm always tryna beat
Beat my worst enemy, me

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Ayo, a better platform for all to listen to me
We out in DC deep, ain't got no sleep
The ride bumpy, who jetted out the country to buy D
Came back, [?] ain't nothin' sweet
My dome is yellin', "Go home!" but I ain't through
So many years in my career, it's a long route
Thinkin' when [?] skinned his face on the plaster
We was dusted back then, I smoked the last of it
And jumped into the Acura, sleepin' at [?], what it do?
Stew, beef, chicken, where my boo?
Had a quarrel with a hood rockstar, I broke his arm off
Cause he was pointin' his fingers at Ivanne's daughter
What's next? Dreads want a piece of my spot
This my crib, I pay here to live, fuck the pap

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
Ridin' with the gun cocked, sweatin', musty tee on
Black Timb Bs, 10, 10 degrees [?]
Couple Ks, some had charms
I'm strictly Eagles, few suedes on
Next Friday I'm [?]
I gotta kill this nigga's head
He'll prolly do mine when nobody's there
Cause the only way to score, leave no witness
A thug on my shit list, pay him to slugs back
The slickest and remember that I built two graves
I wasn't stupid, I was ruthless
Check the bazooka crew, they bookoos
Broke the glass slammin' my rings down
That's doofus, don't mess up, you got the longest clip, use it
Yo you see 'em in the lobby, they right there
Headshots only, kill him, he right there

[Hook]
**************************************************
My Favorite Dred[Song starts with conversation]
Yo
Come here you oven head
Yo what's the word
Dred upstairs
Passing all packs escorted from Kinetta ear
Yo the nigga's name unknown
Kingston, had it sown
Never rocked the combs
His wig was big
Rob robs on the side , little lucky charm
Dred with jars , flooded graveyard
Brown clarks on
Playin feds in the shark bar (Allahu Akbar)
With another dred named Gov
Both diamond jimmed out
Rockin rentals , spittin phlegm out
Sucked his teeth , two fingers pointin down
What up bonna , passing marijuana to Tanya
CEO of Benny-Hanna , He fucked , sent her to Ghana
He's Benz nigga , rocked shorts , beige Tims nigga he real
Took us to Switzerland , dressed us all ill
Smoking ganja , rocked Anacondas , on next border Elantra
Sent it to his mama
Now that's a major move , the nigga love family
Wouldn't hand me no drugs , showed me his jammi
Bulldog Stanley
Flexin on kinal , sit down , do it Chinese style
On graduation day he threw me a thous
He came through , heavy like fuck , suit flammable
Ill pair of gators he copped in Beirut
Had his man wit him , just stare , don't stand wit him
If assassination strike , he gotta make plans wit him
Roll a joint , keep him on point ?Don Troing poing coin?
Freaked it , members like that I wanna join
The next day I heard he got knocked , fucked me all up
We felt it on the block , let the seeds rock
Peep what the nigga got rocked for
Smuggling dust in Rushmore , four more he went to war for
Moral of the storo ,conspiracy smacked mortals
I'm outta here showin love like Zorro
**************************************************
Planet of the Apes[Intro: Capone]
I just had to say that right there Rae
I just have to say you my nigga, understand?
It don't get no realer than this, man
Let's slow the fuck down
You gettin' like a hundred worth for real, man

[Intro Hook: Polite]
Ayo, ayo thug niggas know the code, lock and load
Hit 'em in the head, watch a nigga brain explode
Yo from Y.O. to Q.B. they bang this shit
Shaolin boys they bang them fifths
Thug niggas know the code, lock and load
Hit 'em in the head, watch a nigga brain explode
Yo from Y.O. to Q.B. they bang this shit
Shaolin boys they bang them fifths

[Intro continues overlapped by Intro Hook]
Fuckin' cops ain't paid up nothin'
Yo you know we shoot you down, man
Ice Water Inc., yeah! Territory, nigga
Millitainment, Y.O
Yeah, yeah
Yeah yeah eh yo

[Verse 1: Capone]
Ayo late night, candle light, fiend with a crackpipe
It's only right, feelin' higher than an airplane, right?
I'm tryin' to get this money, right? So I move cautiously
You more frauds, you see? I'mma live bossy
Way out on Fantasy Island with Mr. Roth, B
I gotta play the ghetto, everyday the hood endorse me (Q.B.)
I'm destined for triple, left hand crook and the right hand fury
Will block the shots, that's simple, I dented a tomb for style
A toast to the death of my foes, respect violence, the criminal codes
Hammer smack a nigga out his five senses
Leave him dumb, deaf and blind, I ride on rinses
Interest so tight, strobe lights follow my grace
Bang bullets by the gates, might hollow ya face
Me and Chef smark massive murder, kill 'em!
I scramble anywhere in Shaolin, right in Castalano buildin'

[Hook: Polite]
Ayo real niggas get up, live niggas, what up?
We don't give a fiduck, you faggots'll get hit up
Q.B., what up? Y.O., what up?
Shaolin get up or get yo' ass hit up!
Real niggas get up, live niggas, what up?
We don't give a fiduck, you faggots'll get hit up
Q.B., what up? Y.O., what up?
Shaolin get up or get yo' ass hit up!

[Verse 2: Sheek Louch]
Ayo
I'm a motherfuckin' Nigga Wit an Attitude
Heavy gun play, cock back, niggas is screwed
Stomach wounds make it hard for you to swallow ya food
Throwin' Purple Tape off for me to get in the mood
Sheek Louch, who fuckin' wit' that kid?
I'm sick in the head, they need to make a throwback straight jacket
White tee on, a light G. on
These bitches you wife and the God try pee on
I don't care if it's a gram or brick
I'mma make it sell, get off my dick
Pump or the Desert E., take your pick
Money too long, the case won't stick
D-Block niggas fuck with Rae
Nigga act hard and get hit up in the middle of day
Tough guys and all that but I know that you pay
And I don't give a fuck, niggas better watch what they say

[Hook: Polite]
Ayo real niggas get up, live niggas, what up?
We don't give a fiduck, you faggots'll get hit up
Q.B., what up? Y.O., what up?
Shaolin get up or get yo' ass hit up!
Real niggas get up, live niggas, what up?
We don't give a fiduck, you faggots'll get hit up
Q.B., what up? Y.O., what up?
Shaolin get up or get yo' ass hit up!

[Verse 3: Raekwon]
Body specialist, full cam F50 with vans
A pull up, do it to ya mans, yo scrams
If you take niggas ears, niggas ain't really queers
Listen, it's grown men in the town, niggas is their's
Fluck niggas, I cut niggas, stuck niggas
Come up, pluck niggas, pop niggas in chucks, it's business
You in this? We non-shoulder style, son, relentless
They four lettered me Chef, nigga get down
Drop you, piss on you, get this, it's official on you
Yo twist the clips hits, this was on you
I'm just a business head ridin' with visual
Don't force me to put out ya head
One for the money, two for the crime round up
Peep it, all major niggas holdin' they ground, get up
Let's form an army millenia, Ice Water!
From Q.B. to Y.O. with Shaolin, I'm feelin' you

[Hook: Polite]
Ayo real niggas get up, live niggas, what up?
We don't give a fiduck, you faggots'll get hit up
Q.B., what up? Y.O., what up?
Shaolin get up or get yo' ass hit up!
Real niggas get up, live niggas, what up?
We don't give a fiduck, you faggots'll get hit up
Q.B., what up? Y.O., what up?
Shaolin get up or get yo' ass hit up!

[Bridge: Raekwon]
We gon' ride for our team
My niggas'll kill you
We gon' ride for our team
My niggas'll kill you
We gon' ride for our team
My niggas'll kill you
We gon' ride for our team
My niggas'll kill you

[Outro: Polite *over break*]
For the team, nigga
My niggas kill you, nigga
Y'all niggas want war? Nigga pop up!
Yeah ride for ya motherfuckin' team, nigga
Death before dishonor, you heard me?
The motherfuckin' Lex Diamond Story
Y'all niggas better wake the fuck up!
Yeah, Ice Water Inc., you heard me?
D-Block, what up?
Pain, time and glory, word, you heard?
Yeah, yeah.. my niggas'll kill you, nigga!
Bitch-ass niggas!
**************************************************
Flawless Crowns[Intro: Raekwon]
Uh... lay back.. word up, just bless 'em
With the bulletproof... more cases for ya eyes...

[Raekwon]
Flawless crowns, sevens, bags of black
We kill industry niggas and build maps
High powered money, blimps with emblems
Pimps, all of my hoes'll spray you under the tints
Yeah, car shows with cases, writing niggas out in the Beacon
Down in the antics, Lex, you should take it
Wide world of sniffers, spiroglyphics, caesers and blue eagles
I'mma make my music the business
And now for the record, I'm on niggas, go head, ditech it
I'mma leave you left, freezing and naked
Silverback gorillas, taught to bite tongues out faces
Fleeing in clubs, fly in something silver
Catch me with the Germans, hard body dealing with hard white
Dominican complexion with some hard ice
Can't nothing rock me, I'm legendary

[Outro: Raekwon]
What, what, what, what, what, what, what, what
It's on you bitch... word up...
Back to that ice rocking shit
The muthafuckin' good sneakers on
With the persian muthafuckin' scarfs hanging on
Catch me flying in that muthafuckin' XO
It's on, with the shit on the other side
The steering wheel on the other side, my nigga
You know what it is, it's going down
Cuban Linx man, Part 2, The Purple Tape
It's on, thoro, do it...
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Flawless[Intro]
Ever since I was 13, my biggest problem has been just to find the right road to get to that rainbow that everybody talks about
Like most people get close enough to count the stripes
But they don't have enough guts to reach out and take that pot of gold

What up my dude, you know
Going through a lot and all that man
That's why you be strong, you know what I'm saying
Feel great boy (Staten Island over yeah)
It's going now ([?])
Holla at the kid
(Let's go chef)

[Verse 1]
I'm flawless, the gowns that I rock is cashmere
Then roam through the lab with the hammer and black Airs
Thinking 'bout plans that's real, laying the bill
Drop a new classic album, my masters will
Enlighten your mind, I'm writing on times
When the youth reach real situations and they thoughts are blind
You know when I float a moment is fine, glass of wine
New elegance, the greeze just pass through the mind again
What happened, rap made it happen, back when
Two turn tables and a needle, action
We all huddled up, that's it, classic shit
Only our kind adapt to shit
Start rapping 'bout cracks and Pimps, cash to get
Call it C.R.E.A.M. now, no grind don't ask for shit
We bastard thick, pass the spliff

[Outro]
Name of this piece is called "my bitch better have my money" (applause)
My bitch better have my money, through rain, sleet or snow
My ho better have my money
Not half, not some, but all my chash
Because if she don't, I'mma put my foot in her ass
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Wu Crime[Verse 1: GZA]
Yo, there's a rumor that an inmate heard
Salesman hiring, a convict of murder
Bodyguard, he used to use physical fitness
His business, catching and terrifying the witness
In the gym is where he gained his powers
Boss was the pizzeria owner that rolled flour
A made man, it felt good to be made
Turned murderer, extremely quick to upgrade
But he still baked pies and his cake would rise
Like his enemy, he watched to take dives
Allies would retaliate, at least even the score
Had a thousand guns they would calibrate
He sort a loss, if devil crossed
Moved on 'em swiftly, if worlds away set the shuttle off
Horror in the ville without the Amity
Scars upon the grill of your friend's family
Workers utilized then brutalized
Performance scrutinized then crucified
Wakes, fire bombs, function's shot up
The jakes was not alarmed, but damned is the product

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
Shooters mans, grizzlies stands up in the GT
Klansman with the sword that'll blow up a van
When the people's come, blow right past
Mind your business, I don't know nothin'
They found his ho in the trash
Barbecue wings, blings for my niggas that's true kings
Sit up in the crib, catch somethin' and screw fiends, yeah
Watchin' me, next time scotch me
I drink Cristal liquor, I'm a version of Hitler
On wax, no 'dacks just water
A du-rag on, I scratch waves sayin' niggas is trash
Yo, learn how to write, beware
I pull up, he here
I should've known I had a clone, see weird niggas'll get irked
Murked, dropped off in a new turf
Trunk full of Siamese rats and gnats yo
I do it for the cats and pits and all the bitches with big tits
Five hundred shoe game switch
Shake that shake, I bake
I live in the state that kill niggas over grits and steak
You might get smacked with a Mac 11
Or run off the road or shot in McDonalds for frontin' with fake niggas

[Verse 3: Killah Priest]
Ay yo, Saladin vivid Wall Street sixteen
Muslims, kufis, uzis, the Wu is supreme
Ferociously I rank general a world's above self
Conspicuous crime make me grab the nine off the shelf
The dark hallways amazingly convenient
The phoenix with Jane, jugglin' cracks or playin' with ninas
Thug law of the streets, gangsters crave the beef to feast
Fiends with plates, a snake wanna eat
Gaze at the spectacular rapper, niggas is Dracula
Rap tours, Priest the hood ambassador
Passion for war, Wu-Massacre, threats, they never worry me
Plots to my death, mic jack conspiracy
Lyrically, I'm only afraid of my own ability
Words that shape into nuclear wars, we shooting through walls
Bringing down the mall, I ring around the store
Planets of the Apes, bandanas on our face
Hammers on our waist, cameras out in space
The nickel plate, fake armor, will harm ya'll snakes
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State of Grace (Remix)[Busta Rhymes]
Wherever you want it, believe I'm running through there hard
Dismantle your cypher, yo, Rae, happy new year God!
Foul and fucked up, niggas know I spit ugly
Jewelry trucked up, niggas know they can't fuck with me
If you my target, you probably wouldn't wanna be 'em
My legacy royal with statues in a museum
With numerous artifacts, hanging in the mosoleum
Type living room setting is bigger than the land of freedom
I'm parked on the corner, while pretty bitches holla "hello"
I'm another breed, different species from you fellows
Technically, it's kinetic, I'm genetically better
I'm something you will never see, far as you can remember
My buzz exceding rapidly, no matter how it's measured
Like an unstoppable machine in the Mohabi Desert
So hungry I smell it, success up in my after taste
Still spit til it's painful, despite the money in the safe
I see you resentful, stay up in your place
And while they be morning your death, we in a State of Grace
Designing, I'm perfect with timing, take it back to Rucker
RZA, it's hard to stop rhyming on this muthafucka!
Stay on the poster, the street, we never sleeping on him
New album, Big Bang, slowly creepin' on 'em
Wu-Tang, Flipmode, fuck you wanna do?
Another banger, Chef, RZA, Bust', Cuban Link 2!

[Raekwon]
CREAM vanquish, my queen keeps it's stainless
Cracks and Brussels, screwing everything famous
Love to hustle, my ring, call it big Uranus
Cats that scuffle, crawl on you and break fingers
That's what's up, you saw me and them Lone Rangers
Me and my homey, we bought like forty things up
Long as you owe me, you won't get a damn thing, son
Shoot off your kangol, while you in the plane, fronting
Stop, admirin' me, ya'll should of fired me
Cuz when I come back, it's me and my diary
None of that bullshit, few men got tired of me
My niggas is wrong, they hated, and they lied to me
Explain the saga, fuck yo, your chain liver
Fuck the blinging, have my money by five, to me
Ya'll 'pose to bring it, fuck you and your whole variety
I'm bringing my hammers, I beat it like, five to three

[Chorus: Raekwon]
Jealous ass niggas can't see they man prosper
They'd rather see me in a broke down fuckin' Mazda
Don't disrespect me, son, you will get popped up
My resume's off the hook, now, check mi casa
Yeah, call it, what you wanna call it
My bread is larger, nigga, you can never spoil it
Thought you was loyal, now a nigga can't support you
Blastin' you up, and off me, now you look rewarded

[Raekwon]
What's that smell? Rat piss and possum pussy
Bitch don't yell, I'm not impressed, don't push me
I'm back with some haters, they wipe shit and blast pussies up
Bloody ya blazer, take all your man cush weed
Yeah, I'm coming just to claim a title
Rap is boring, niggas need another idol
When I'm gone, just let off like forty rifles
Aiming at rappers, biting off the God's bible
I destroy you, lyrically, I spit oil
This is war, you can never escape, conio
Ya'll some lamesters, never seen a yard soiled
When it's on, now we gon' see who's loyal
Yeah, yeah, I'm coming, yo, we get it from you
Place that crown in the garbage, or you sitting on
A few things mattered, you was just a corner don
That got shot dead like Malcolm in the Audubon

[Chorus]
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Robbery[Intro: Polite (P.C.)]
{*whispering*}
Eh yo.. eh yo
{*speaking normally*}
Ice Water (yeah yeah)
Don't get it twisted
We'll shoot yo' ass, nigga
Haha (P.C., nigga, P.C.)
Y'all mothafuckas got about fifteen seconds to live

[Verse 1: Stumic]
Yo it's a new year, bitch, and I'm takin' over
My whole crew here, bitch, and the game is over
Niggas, talkin' faces, soldier
If rap don't work, get back to that bakin' soda
On the strip tryin' to catch more cake than Oprah
I got clips that'll leave you with ya face on a poster
I talk slick and I'm sprayin' the toaster
Sparkin' shoot outs and start poppin' off shit the way I'm supposed to
You the type to go up North straight scrappin' a sore butt
And ain't nuttin' worse than gettin' shot as soon as you woke up
You got work? I'll be rapin' ya dolja
I'm takin' his pack and breakin' his back and makin' him throw up
Cuz the draft's like a bomb and I'm waitin' to blow up
I'll take cash on ya mom's and turn her frame into donuts

[Verse 2: P.C.]
Yo.. yo.. yo
Eh yo I'm blazin' hot, never haze or flop
Wanna battle? Name ya price, I'mma raise the pot
Put ya car on the line, I'mma take ya drop
Put ya jewels up, I'mma take ya chain and watch
It's like I hard ball and you, play soft
Just call me the Hitler when I spit about eight off (Adolf)
Shots'll rip ya face off, nigga ya heard me?
Beat you black and blue like a Hitman jersey
P.C. never been known to play games
I spray things that'll re-arrange ya brain
I cock and aim, miss you then pop ya dame
Only reason that I came through's to lock the game

[Chorus: Polite]
Yo it's time to die, who you gon' run to?
Who you gon' call when them dogs come confront you? {*barking*}
You stand firm or be the bitch that you is?
Would you grab the guns or run to the pigs, you mothafucka, huh?
Yo it's time to die, who you gon' run to?
Who you gon' call when them dogs come confront you? {*barking*}
You stand firm or be the bitch that you is?
Would you grab the guns or run get yo' wiz, you mothafucka, huh?

[Verse 3: Cigars]
Y'all niggas see me eatin' all of ya plate
Don't give a fuck about ya background shit about the songs you make
And I know you see the draw on the waist
Lookin' stupid with a vest on, these bullets might draw on ya face
They call me Alexander Sean the Great
Cuz ya bitch said she love the way the dick talk all in the cake
I need this bank money, throw me the safe
All these killas involved, the cops'll fuck around and chalk the place
Yo they wonder why we hang with crooks
Shit is take free, not used to money off the books
Broke faggot nigga caught in a juks
I'm a pirate in this rap shit, I leave you niggas off the hook

[Verse 4: Polite]
What the fuck you gon' do when we run in ya crib?
Either we leavin' with the bricks or we gon' leave with yo' kids
And they only got hours to live
So give up the ransom or find they ass up under the bridge
'Lite never been afraid, so keep lookin' niggas
Cuz I'll rob yo' ass faster than some Brooklyn niggas
Yo this rap game twisted, everybody beefin
Everybody killas now and ain't nobody leakin
Smoke a lot of weed so I don't like to fight
But I might go upside ya fuckin' head with a pipe
Got a bulldog, not only do he bark he bite
Give a fuck about a hood, it ain't safe at night
You fucker!

[Chorus]

[Outro: Polite (Stumic)]
I'm tellin' you, man
Young motherfuckers, man
Y'all niggas is really fuckin' pissin' me off
Who you gon' run to?
Who you gon' fuckin' call when I put this motherfuckin
Fo'-fo' long in yo' motherfuckin' mouth, boy?
Haha (Shot in yo' face)
Who the fuck you gon' call?
(Call the cops) Uh-uh, uh-uh
**************************************************
Hold You Down[Intro]
Yo, yeah so you know, word
Them niggas got the shoes up in there son
Na na, hold on, who that over there?

[Hook: Faith Evans]
Baby I can bring the heat when it's cold outside
The one you need, baby ride or die
Anything that you can imagine
I can make it happen, only one to hold you down
A good man deserves a good woman
A good woman that'll treat you right
I'm the one to hold you down

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Ay yo, come here young lady with the skin of a baby
Who dress like a Wall Street woman, you ?
I know your family, they my people for life
Had a beef behind the wall, one of your cousins, he threw me a knife
But that's yesteryears, life is intact
Been battin', quit rappin'
But I'm just reactin', your body packin'
I know not to ask a woman's age, but it's crazy these days
No time for slipups, the industry is crazy
Bloodhounds chasin' these girls
Girls chasin' these birds, they say whips we see curves
But I need one with knowledge and self
And whole word, say word
Yo hop inside the Aston, put your feet on the fur
Let's talk, put the Birkin in the back by the door
Don't put it on the floor, it's bad luck so don't fold
You've got a strong aura I'm digging this snow ?
I want a boo who gon' give me the business hittin' Guinness with me

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
Take the keys to the lab, put your ? in the ?
Don't worry 'bout paper, that's afterlife's chapter
We good
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Nautilus[Hook]
Murder you (Check your 30)
Murder you (Check your 30)
Murder you (Check your 30)
Bring the head, leave the body

[Verse 1]
So much bread in a nigga's shoebox
I might dead you and sleep in new lots
I drop a bag on one of you crab-ass nigga's so fast
I send two boxes out
Yeah, bring the head, leave the body
Leave his trainers in a nigga lobby
Take the fake chains off, send it to his colleagues
Laugh in his shit, pissin up crystal molly's
I rep drug dealers, hug killers
I ran with most of them
Half is in the ocean, nigga
So much gear, go get Oprah, nigga
So what my bitch a Oprah nigga, yo
Yeah, what color ice is all green, karma
Magazines stacked, black bomber
Been all through the world gettin' homage
Diss mines'? We gon' have a big problem

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
If you wanna hit me, you couldn't
Bullet range, door wooden
Hop out, y'all nigga's is pudding
Why try to leave, the federation
This is all legislation
Will kill you right in front of your seed
Catch me in the trips
Over the stove, giving you tips
I'm fresh outta court, nigga, you hit
Four's on my wrist, it's business
Keeping em close
Like folding ya arms
Don't go against this
The worldwide brawlers, the legends of sevens
Yo, them the real shot callers
Who stay in the home always
Ballin' at 4 in the mornin'
Yo we all in, teach you how to score kin
My killers, all of us we all winning
Fresh designer shit, snatchin' papes
We on different scales, different weights
You just monkey nigga's, meet the apes
Strictly business, gorillas in 50 states

[Hook]
**************************************************
Pa-Blow Escablow[Verse 1: Raekwon (Polite)]
Hug your right hand, jumped off the plane, kissed the white man
A steady act, curly hair, chubby, fly mustache nigga
Money was long, and plush hat, shit cost nine thousand
Picture me in the housing, serving much crack
Cat look at me, I'm real, lobbin' on the field
For real, I shot niggas shakin' their hands, I'm ill
Damn, one of them business man's
I just seen 'em murk a nigga, but he jerked him at the same time
That's fam.. (oh shit)

[Verse 1 repeated: Raekwon]
Hug your right hand, jumped off the plane, kissed the white man
A steady act, curly hair, chubby, fly mustache nigga
Money was long, and plush hat, shit cost nine thousand
Picture me in the housing, serving much crack
Cat look at me, I'm real, lobbin' on the field
For real, I shot niggas shakin' their hands, I'm ill
Damn, one of them business man's
I just seen 'em murk a nigga, but he jerked him at the same time
That's fam, one of those Columbians who got money
One of those niggas might try to get up on me
Yo, damn, I need to eat, and I'm a man
I'm a stand up, nigga, I'mma handle when I'm makin' my plan
Pop, I'll take two hundred bricks, hit me
One helicopter had the super bungalo with the van
All ill technology to watch if I ran, he only gave me
Woody gave sixty eight other black mans

[Interlude: Polite]
Now.. if Pa-Blow would've kept it gangsta
None of this shit would've never happened

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
Now the DEA was on his ass
Slick Saucony's on, big homey takin' a blast or somethin'
Handsome big niggas around him
Surroundin' him with big glasses on, drinkin' on lances, fam
Most them niggas fastin'
Cuz when he fed niggas after that, pussy and grass
Had made backs, eight labs, his date was Miss Mass-
Achusetts, Cap eatin' fruit, tongue in his ass
You can't fuck with the cartel, you barked at it
Jabbed her and shot her in the back, I can't stand the bird
Word to furs, I need big wizes
He looked at me, "Huh, exactly, Chef go after big bitches"
Frozen burner henchman, flash the great
Lookin' nine on me, rhinestones, no, them shits is dime stones
Hold a million dollar pound, bust something, don't trust nothin'
I'm in shock, starin' it down

[Interlude: Polite]
Now.. here's where this shit gets crazy!

[Verse 3: Raekwon]
The killas increase, he fell, but
Maybe a little bit, the Mediene Cartel will fail
Diego his horse, with George Young
Yo, will argue over large sales, hittin' Cuba with lumps, yeah
Call them niggas drug barons, eighty billion workers sniff
Gettin' lift ownin' Miami yo
Flips got bigger, makin' more trails
Set it out of nowhere when coppin' a jail, I'm eatin' fresh veal
Pa-Blow, the largest nigga involved
The arsenal will have sixty three hundred murders
Livin' in apartments, wild he violated flight a Bianca
Took two hundred niggas down but two men houndin' him
The fuckin' cockroches posin' the on six million dollars sold
We're eatin' enchilada, goat cheese pasta
Yeah we're drippin' it with more salsa
And then they rushed in, found him on the roof dead in his boxers
But it wasn't him

[Outro: Polite]
Story to be continued... mothafucka!
Hahahahaha
**************************************************
Live to Die[Verse 1]
Ayo gas station Sammy, rich nigga live in Miami
They killed him and lived with his family
He was drunk spazzin' on a young nigga with cash
They did the best to him, whooped his ass
Bloody out, his ear was ripped, they know he loved his music
They poked him twice, his gear was ripped
Ninja style, niggas whipped him with a Benz belt, broke his arm
Crushed his Audemars with whelps
On his face, they was slappin' him, fake ass rapper
Old ass gun, pussy get Tinactin
Medicine face, nigga, they opened his mouth
A few gold fell out, wheel him out
He thinkin' he a gangsta? Quit playin', listenin' to Sid and them
Because he sat up in bed to bid with 'em
Fishcakes, bubblegum shrimps in his Timbs
He had 12 and a half on, only wore 10
Niggas is lame, and I'm sayin'
All that hard, no damn frame, how you playin'?
Thought you bubble with the big Willies, flyin' in fast cars
And get busy, now he sittin' there lookin' dizzy
Don't look at Chef, nigga look at your rep
What dinosaur game you playin'? They playin' death
Tax man comin', you can feel it
Besides, hold the ratchets in both arms
They gave it to him, peel it

[Hook] x2
Kill niggas, let it die, live with the feelings
We don't know no other way, just get millions
Pyrex kings and the cartels, connect in Scarsdale, put your money up and [?]

[Verse 2]
Indian Femi from Toronto
Him and his horse, [?], two wild sopranos
Runnin' through ice, and niggas fall back
They bumped in the crunch, [?]
Used to wash them niggas up for chump change
Somethin' was strange, feds was listenin', ran out of the gun range
Son I feel vibes, not knowin' this was the time
To get away, but they rolled on alive
Black freeze out of the bushes, [?]
Big three pound, four of them were beams
When they rushed him they cuffed him, we cussed them
Yo what the fuck? You doin' life, lil' nigga, who the sucker, what?
Black was mad, he went for the cop's mag
They started [?], the shot rang, that's bad
Black fellow was [?], like 33 Ds
Let off 100 shots, went mad

[Hook] x2
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Rakim Tribute[Intro: Raekwon]
Yeah, what, what, yeah
Shout out *The 18th Letter*, you know?
Word up... we gon' do it like this
And pay homage to the most livest
Yeah.. yo...

[Raekwon]
I ain't no joke, I used to let the mic smoke
Now I slam it when I'm done, give me my ten G coat
To perform another song, cuz I won't let
Nobody press up and mess up, the scene I wet
I like to stand in the crowd, and watch niggas wonder
Damn, then think about, then you wonder
Clan, they just rag shit, rip shit, bruise shit
Maybe that's the rap shit, I gotta prove shit
Even if it's jazz or the quiet storm
Now flip the beat up, convert it to a hip hop joint
Write a rhyme and graffiti in, every show you see me in
Deep concentration, swift like the beamer, kid
Go with the crowd, while my lyrics spit flames
I flow-tate the vowel, cuz it's all in my veins
Another remedy, fly niggas is enemy
Cuz I'm live as some rap niggas with energy
Now do it, cuz I'mma put the nine on pause
My sharks beaming, catch you on the side of the store
Call your bluff, make you stare in my face, ya team suck
Remember me? The one you got your ideas from
How soon you start to suffer, until you get stuck up
When you start to fuck up, that's when you get bucked up
Bitin me, you think you dope, I smash your boat, with bad coke
You should of wrote, because I ain't no joke

[Hook 2X: Ultra]
It's been a long time, I shouldn't have let you
Without a re-up to connect to
Think of all the weak product you slept through
Time's up, I'm sorry I kept you

[Raekwon]
I was a fiend, before I was seventeen
I melt the microphone like blowing some evergreen
It's all in the making, from where hip hop was originated
Peace to the streets, the bubblers, mark & dated
Cuz I grab the mic, now I say "yes ya'll"
Ya'll yell 'scrape it', then I'mma say 'let's ball'
Come on, cool, cuz I'mma get on rep
Twist a 'dro on the speaker, pull the snub and then flex
Back to them crabs, ya'll niggas had ya'll laughs
And then I spaz on the rhymes I splashed
From back to your brother gun, then I grab the double pump
Then this the opposite, and ask if another come
Cuz I'mma get busy, get dough with my team, yup
I don't need a cigarette, know what I mean?
I'm raging, rip up the stage and don't it amazing
Cuz every line is laid in
Caught up, thoughts are sort a, an addiction
Bags of pies, smell of bricks, kid
Vocals vocabulary, the stage is a suction
The mic is a draino, volcanos erupting
Lines overblowing, gradually glowing
Every thing is written in the cold, slick & coin'
Slide.. my thoughts'll glide
Forty-eight MAC's and knives
The invincible, microphone fiend, Raekwon
Spread the word, cuz it's on
B-E-R-E-A-L, a smooth operator with notorious crack sales
**************************************************
Range Rover[Intro: Raekwon]
I don't want it, I don't want it
Never getting off my grind, cause I
Love you..

[Raekwon]
They call him Mr. Staten Island, gats, New Balance is coming through
Hood hikers smoking them woods, alotta pull lightning
Neck, finger icey, peel out of rent, niggas do them good heistes
Halibit fishes, with different colored rices
All my niggas, behind pots, sturring, blocks we serving
Two for five, slide in the building, heard me?
White fishscale, take a whiff, shit's real
Don't ever approach with no whitey's and big bills
The fuck doctor, I only truck jewelry on gold locking
Most of my money is grounded and gwop it
For every gate caking, we gon' collect the model
Respect it, or get your hand chopped off, drowned in Moet
The places I've been, seen alotta faces on the move
Pacing Yankee hats low, what up Allah, stay gracious
Applying refinement, stretched lands, grams in the SoHo Grand
Where I blaze pussies and purple hazes
Sippin' saki, BET'in it, dick Rocky, Bruce Wayne frame
Froms the creator of Versace, yo
Everybody lit, money to split, on birthday's
We call 'em earth days, buy that nigga a whip
So when the D's pull up, we fully equipped
Checkbook credit card, license fifth, my wife just flipped
Puerto Ric' ass, with skinny TV's, cheese in the ceiling fan
Mister Money from all the flips
**************************************************
Came Up[Hook]
We pop bottles in this bitch to get our name up
I come from under the bottom nigga I came up
So many niggas surround me, wanna flame somethin'
I'm like cool out, no money here, change up
We pop bottles in this bitch to get our name up
I come from under the bottom nigga we came up
So many niggas surround me, wanna flame somethin'
I'm like cool out, no money here, change up

[Verse 1]
Little leather niggas get it
I come from the back door with 40 lil live niggas with me
All on mollys, it's nothing
Fresh niggas they up
Some in the mailroom in the club lighting blunts up
Walk through new jury, clothes is silks only
Besides galllons of milk with big bills on me
True the jewels is fluorescent
They used to light niggas who got all they shines out stretchin'
Do you in the dark, whatever come out the light
Better be bread, or weed, or gold tonight
Get to schemin' shoot the shit up with real niggas in here
They all mine as long as they know the night
Yeah that's the shit I don't like
Shawty gave me dome hype
Grab her facemask, don't bite
I'm in my mansion in the zone writin'
I'm known for throwin' lightnin'
I stand alone yo, one titan

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Post the seven in the rain
Come through with seven chains
They call me legend out in Maine
Known for tiltin' niggas wigs
Don't kill the kids for not knowin' where real rap remains
Treacherous MC, react like Jack Dempsey
Yeah the Billboard whorin' up MC
Fly as ever, one level, one rebel
Who cool out in the Cayamans with thugs, crews, and gangs
Yeah I rap for the merrier
Dance my ass off, paper chasin' Captain, America
Fly high , live as a drive-by
Team of live wires who catch you outside we fire liars
Yeah them blow kids live on the gold kids
Never go broke, grab a tote to smoke nigs
Killas know to call me to go
For murderous rap music that get inside your head it's dope

[Hook]
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Wyld in Da Club[Intro: P.C.]
Don't take it per-son-al.. it's only mu-sic
Holla at me.. yo! Yo!
Ice Water! Yo.. yo

[P.C.]
Try me, P.C.'ll put a clip in a nigga
Fuck a hole, my bullets'll dig a ditch in a nigga
Listen, I've been reppin', only pack big weapons
One shot to the stomach, you missin' ya midsection
I'm off the wall, dog, I could off ya balls
Stick his ass to the rooftop, toss 'em off
Hit the Ave with the rooftop off the porch
I get money cuz it costs to floss, nigga you feelin' me?
And if not then fuck what you gotta deal with me
I've only been here for a minute but haters wanna get rid of me
P.C. creep with at least three heats
And a shotgun stashed underneath the backseats

[Stumic]
Niggas actin' like you don't feel a draft
You seen ya man? Tell him I'mma kill his ass
And I don't, wanna talk I want a mill in cash
I come through 'tards shittin', lookin' ill in the past
Cuz it's the, Ice Water, don't get it confused
And one false move'll cause me to spit at you dudes
It's Stumic, motherfucker and I'm pickin' ya food
And ain't no one out you know that my niggas'll do you
Let's spit on 'em, rush these niggas
And crush several fuckin', will leave a dent out ya liver
Only kid in the hood with a mustard ninja
Heard you broke down good, well I fucked ya sister

[Hook 2X: Stumic]
Eh yo we Wyld in Da Club, style in the club
This is for my niggas gettin' down in the club
At the bar throwin' down rounds in the club
Talk slick and get the four pound in ya mug

[Break: Polite singing]
Yo I keep my gun on me, what the fuck y'all want from me?
Y'all touch my property somebody gon' die, uh-huh
This ain't no joke, it's for real
My niggas they totin' they steel
All it takes a phone call and they ready to ride
Get ready to die

[Polite]
Eh yo the cards are dealt, the words are spoken
Nigga, welcome to the Hell, the gates is open (uh-huh)
Gatekeeper, first degree murder through the speaker
Who deep enough to flow with the reaper?
Stuck in the middle, I spit a little riddle
Leavin' niggas crippled, my niggas ball 'em like Kerry Kittles
You niggas makin' it hard, it's really kinda simple
If a nigga gotta pull it out I'm puttin' it in ya temple

[Ultra]
Official I do this, rude maneuver
I use the Rugers to keep the bullets movin' through ya
Weak anatomy, fuck the small talk and flattery
Ya power is weak, to beef you need much more batteries
Keep it genetic, or dead it, Ice Water Inc. we said it
Whoever so-called did it or said it, promote it and spread it
Fake it or front it, get ambushed and confronted
With slugs in ya head, back, chest and stomach
Niggas don't want it or ask for it, so we give it to 'em
Dead in the club and let them things spit and rip through 'em dead in the club
Is you gon' fuck around and be the nigga dead in the club?
(Yeah? Uh-huh..)

[Hook 2X]

[Raekwon]
Egyptian look, gazelles on, L's lit, this how it's goin' down
Ski mask, Chanel shit, move like a terrorist click
Nineteen eighties babies, worldwide, ya girl on our dick
All you know is Rae look good, he hood
Envision the flips, I make money like them niggas who take money
Fresh out the can, Duran look, Astro van
The ill Castro, rap Son of Sam
More Rugers, more bow and arrows
Still no losers, forty five dollars ahead
Go at niggas shootin' lyrical leads
Stop absorbin, break shit, knock that gay shit out ya head

[Hook 2X]
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Bang OutroI got what you need
And I got what you want
And you don't have to look no more no
Cause baby
Cause baby you was all mine
And I'm gonna be all yours baby
See the moments in the night
And all the little things that you like
It starts right here, it starts right here
Hehe
Most of these dudes can't be real men nowadays
All of them (?)
I ain't with that baby
I'm always let my nuts hang
This is how them real G's
Always do their damn thing
Ooooh yah
I let my wings go
I let my wings go girl
So it means a G like me might really fly
High, yes I do baby
I'm out here hustling
Bubbling, jugging
This this, dig that

(Hahaha)
(Let's go)
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Respect Power[Intro: Raekwon]
What's up Big Chris?
Goin to the store to get the papers. *echoes*
Got ya, a little love on this one here
Huh! *laughs* Word on. Word on

[Hook 1: Raekwon]
Commerical rap niggas get they domes smacked outta
We tired of these earthlings acting like they cowards
When you fuck up, we gettin down for ours
Coast 5 million niggas, sky 'em like twin towers

[Raekwon]
Hennessey, dick kisser
Slang lord, verbal pain commissioner
Light fire to names, dame sizzler
Multi, 40 karat bow tie
N.Y. national league of big guys with stolen 5's
Albums cloud him, phantom of the opera style
With loud phones, system, 100 thousand watts in em
Rock rocks, delight exchange like stocks
Bars made like Comstock, dead man's Glock
Holdin name down, spit a 100 in change now
Range spin out, damn check The Weather Channel
Throw the Gilligan on, just strain now, smack lames down
Fuckin with checks, throw the ringer on and blink out
Link out, how the fuck this money come up short?
What? You sniffed a half a quart?
Dart designer, emblem blow, seat recliner, rewind
Black caught an old timer, gold miner
Spread love to golden glove, foamed up
Blood, hibernatin with snubs, never rock Lugz
Chill, run tracks like Harriette Tub'
Bugs, spit cum all in ya girlfriend's mug
Motion picture novel, Donna giones' third brother
What? Bout to buy estate floodin with clubs
Wrapper around me, what's in my lap could seem astoundin
Broke, but with no hands gone, sleep but soundly
It's cold water, rotti tried to drown me
You and ya boys surround me
Meet the sleeper, static-free Downy
Slang, wildin up, the nigga found me
Sick gowns, rock a sick gown, 4-5th brown
Ready to pop shit now
The Earth spinnin like a windmill
Workin ya swords, get ya link down
Hit down, cavalry ain't shit now
Valerie, number one asian, ancient from the pink cows
Now we know how the fuck you think now
Take off a nugget ring and think how
Bullet tank out

[Hook 2: Raekwon]
Commerical rap niggas get they domes smacked outta
We tired of these earthlings acting like they cowards
When you fuck up, we gettin down for ours
Coast 5 million niggas, sky like twin towers
Cowards, you gonna learn to respect power
We burn by the hour, one burst the remmy got us

[Raekwon]
Crank shit, Shawshank Redemption scholar
Roll up, based on dollars, baseball hat, big collar
Chill, watch everybody crowd us, we bout it bouters
Rockwilders, rockin swim towelers
Burst the 45 power, skate across the Isenhower
Kangol, 50 iguana, nugget trimmed, ice down iguana
Split it in half, holdin my anaconda
Black Marizana, true Don daughter, hide-out
Stashed in Ghana, guns about the size of ya mama, select drama
Trauma rap, birds fall asleep, Ghana
Caeser czar, come out ya rap par'
Fiddle with y'all car

[Hook 2]

[Outro: Raekwon]
Once burst the remmy out us...
Once burst the remmy out us...
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Cocaine World[Intro: Raekwon]
Yo, son, see the police over there
Hey Kendrick! (Hey Fred)
Would you mind, and telling them meet me by the car
Call another station and tell them to send a couple more of cars
I got Jerry, I got you...
One of them got a dick in they mouth
Hood is fucking crazy
I see about forty dollars on the floor...
I know somebody know something man
Fucking pricks be standing around and don't be acting
Like you don't know, tell us what's going on
Get the fuck outta here...

[Raekwon]
Yo, aiyo, couldn't believe what happened to Steve
They found him in the grass, butt ass naked, tied up, it's freezing
The D's knew, flew him to the south, had 'em in the barn
Arm all shredded out, vex, forget about it
His lady, Baby Blue Eye, she kept a mack in the refrigerator
Yelling how she hate me with eyes, when they bumped her
Found a Louis bag in the dumpster
New blue uzi that ripped her fronts up
She leaning, I start dreaming, damn
Niggas shot shorty in the mouth, then slid in the Lamborghini
Eight days later, they weight her, found heroin
All in the bitch arm, trick from decarter
Her girl durell nails, nigga, that's who you could say tell
Anything and everything, the nigga's in the jail, yo
For Filas, she need, need, come to, to cry
This a live bitch from the east, fronting since junior high
But let's continue to peep it, Steve, the nigga been through
Mad situations, since he crashed his Benz station
All the FBI and 'em, hide 'em
Waiting for the right time to blow a nine, right through a spine
The grind was getting serious, the coke scarce
Only niggas who live can get it, if they gun game fierce
I was in the cut lamping, yeah, watching how it went down
I'm fronting, knowing this is not my town, that's wild

[Outro: Raekwon]
Aiyo, Chef, when that Cuban 2 coming out
Yo, man.. it's coming out when I want it come out, man
Ya'll niggas just sit back and get ready for it, man
Cuz it's some real motion picture shit, knowhatimsaying?
Straight up, the date is the date
It's coming when I tell it to come
So all ya'll niggas that want to know
Yeah, we going into a very serious Chamber right now
It's the Cocaine World, I'mma do my numbers
It's all real nigga, this is not slavery
Not over here, aight? So you just walk down the block, man
And go to church or something, man, knowhatimsaying?
Cuz when I come with this flame, nigga
All lights is out, for everything, man
Trust me, I know ya'll niggas need me
Hahaha.. ya'll niggas gon' need me
When I come through, I spit in niggas hands
Youknowhatimsaying? Straight up, stepping on ya sneakers
Fucking puppets... ya'll niggas is slave workers, man
Watch what we do, you know?
If you need to get some of this, you know
You can shoot over to 225 Hudson
Or you can meet me in Africa
I just bought a crib out there, you heard?
Nice little hut, luxury hut, nigga
Muthafucking bed made of hay, nigga
Tied up with gold yarn... ya'll niggas is soft, man
For real, man, New York
I'm throwing ya'll niggas on my back
Remember what I said...
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Shells Kitchen[Intro]
TWhy you did it, you heard
Yeah, uh huh, ayo, ayo

[Verse]
The architect of making classic albums
Front running gangsters
Run up in banks, quick to spank something
Basic killin' hills rockin' lenses
Licataa grown bottles, gasell's on leaning
Like a Rakim this is show business
All in my blow in the feel off in the Atlantic
These niggas is scramblers, quick to fool some men, shake hearts
Playing whisket back in the big pawns
Old niggas be lurkin' to snatch you when you workin'
Dice games with fixed dice
Fiends will come and ask for ice
Wanna try to jump the sixth floor knives
Baseheads, they say they take meds
Welcome to hell's kitchen, no they call it shells kitchen

[Interlude]
Ayo chill my nigga
Yo, you got your animal jacket on the floor, B
You got all your shit on
Yo just be easy walking around the block taking smooth aight
You know family, you know all that, it's all good but chill
Bring the bags over here
Let's get it going, boom, boom, boom
You already know
For real, uh huh

[Verse 2]
We like the Arabian nights and this is Dubai
The camels is the new five
I'm stuck in my ways, burning Haze, off to Egypt
They watching my street drip
They see when police flip
Y'all testing me to bring out the best in me
Carats, iced out rabbits, some tragic
Then put a trick on you, that's my magic
Make me savage, get the cabbage boy
Yeah, it's on in this madness
Rappers, I will eat you like crab sticks
You catfish the rollers, the hollers, the one [?]
The last ships to step up and skin you like rashes, Cassius as Ali
[?], my niggas ride with me
And come inside yo and vibe with me

[Outro]
Staten nigga
This shit is poison as shit man
This shit is hard dungeon shit
Dungeon music
TWhy you did it, you heard
Shit I'm talkin' about
Red Bull
Breathe
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Your World & My World[Intro: Raekwon]
Yeah, yeah, let's go, nigga

[Hook: Raekwon]
This is your world and my world, nigga, let's make a movie
Get it jumping, hit the box office hard, get it pumping
This is your world and my world, nigga, hundreds to hundreds
Let's burn, then fuck it, put our mamas up, keep 'em fronting
This is your world and my world, nigga, bust a nut
Get a cut, then gettin' paper, by laying in the cut
This is your world and my world, nigga, we flyin' fly
In the bank, nigga, you know how we get down, thanks, nigga

[Verse 1 - Raekwon]
Arm & Hammer boxes, we love foxes, leaning in the Tropics
Blood money, boats is abnoxious
Standing in the mess hall when, nose froze
Posing like a king, I'm rocking New Balances, new silencers
Glass table'll choke, twenty four challengers
Half of my niggas is slow, but they dough island
You know the pantries is full, ranches with bulls
And wolves there, who sit around, fronting in Wu-Wear
I slam a Noodles hat, pull hair, two tokes and Ghost
In a ghost, I be back in the wrong year
Long sleeve, one cuff up, rugged gold teeth
Fronting with Colombian niggas who gave me raw meat
Due to the gangstas that died, forever ride
To the rats in the manholes, who hate, niggas live
But it's all good, you from a poor hood, I guess
Back in the Guess with the Champion hood, what?

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Raekwon]
Glass sculptures on my vultures, fifty cultures
Play the couch, posted, count your money, hide your toast in
Black tea, sucker free, ask me, clappers is free
Metal knick knacks, get slapped in your hat, B
I'm dynamic rec room potent, that'll blow you in the open
Pay a cop off, fly you your coke in
My house is worth 2.9, my Benz is worth, he want mine
Nowheres, we call that shit high heels
Dedicated heat rock sprayer, spray your mother and your lover
Better pay up, these guns is from Grenada
Wild fight, customized dice, get nice in the Trump Tower
Drunk bitch, spaghetti and sliced
Everybody features is that mean, never leave the lab
Lacking, always in the red, blacks and green
Drug slingers turn into slug singers, one of them snitch?
It's just a gut lingers, laying in the mud

[Interlude: Raekwon]
Slimeball ass, niggas, man, for real, man
Stay away, man, knowhatimsayiing?
Get that muthafucking, hater gator spray next to a nigga
We ready to zap one of ya'll niggas, with the quickness
Aiyo, Hav', man, these niggas don't know what it is, man, about hip hop, man
These niggas, man, for real, man, eat them niggas

[Kung-fu sample]
I got to admit that Shaolin boxing ain't that bad!
But, now watch mine!

[Verse 3 - Havoc]
Ya'll niggas food, I peep that shit a long time ago
Dick rider niggas trying to front like they grimey, tho
This is my world, I just let you live in it
But the lease is up, you faggot niggas get evicted
How many times I gotta tell you cowards, mind your business
Oh, you still yapping? Time to catch 'em slipping
Doing dirty, we don't mind getting our hands dirty
And you can't fuck with any bitch because her ass dirty
Cuz when it pop off, we just up in shorty ears
And you just stuck with it, and how us niggas got you there
That little bad caramel with the long hair
Got you lined up, and caught in the crosshair
Nothing but bosses here, we enforced the fear
Always in the hood, my office there
Blow a bag with my comrades, polly my next move
And have you niggas bugging, how I wet 'em and crept through

[Hook]
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Musketeers of Pig Alley[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Crack that pineapple open
Vision of break faces, gettin' money lay in the boats
Got big rifles, play the hood, ride Benz cycles
Y'all mens are psycho, Killah Hill 'ciples
More fly generics, money make moves, forget it
We got this locked since nineteen-seven
So many rods and weapons, ain't no more reppin's
Take the shit back, faggot, we hate that
Meet the real, we lock the real, we unlock the steel
Pop off, pull out, drop them bills
I run with all real killas, all for realers
Nikes on, awesome gorillas
Want more then kill 'em, front war, reveal 'em
I want him stretched out, listen, he lost the buildin'
All fly gangstas, more bankers, hundred wit' us
We ex-dust niggas, don't even touch my drink
Fuck around, get shanked, stabbed, shot and broke
Ya' yolked and he blast-es through you in the faint
All my niggas get paint, yo what's my name?
Lexus Diamond, Ice Water Inc

[Interlude: Masta Killa]
Huh.. (uh-uh-uh-uh)
Uh! Yeah!
Once again in the motherfuckin' place
Fix yo' motherfuckin' face, nigga
Yeah.. you know how we gets down
Me and this nix-o, we so.. we so tight
Lex Diamond sound, and uh
I bees the High Chief, Jamel Irief
Straight from East Medina
And uh.. yo.. yeah!
Yeah.. huh!

[Verse 2: Masta Killa]
They started jammin' in the park, just after dark
Two turntables and their DJ scratchin'
Words seemed to have an attraction when they rhymin'
Hip-hop caused the guns to start sparkin'
Temperature risin'
Drape a nigga up with the ratchet, less talkin'
Caught him on the 'nard, bomb like a G. hard
Explosion rocks the Promenade, I'm God
And he show and provin', knowledge how he movin'
Smift as the wisdom, move from my gate in a drunken state
I wrote this degree, adjust ya eyes to the light so you could see
Never fall victim, dictate the fate
Leave the bake for the snake
If he take, then I take his head without question
In the one to fourteen check the Justice lesson
Now uh!

[Interlude: Inspectah Deck]
Uh!
It's the pineapple Daquiri fuckin' up ya mindstate
Ya heard? (Yeah) Spread the motherfuckin' word
Yo!

[Verse 2: Inspectah Deck]
I'm from where it's real, niggas peel ya' orange
We want enough bricks that we could build apartments
I, General in the field of marksmen
The Bad Boys wit' me ain't Will or Martin
Feel what I'm droppin', I spit the ill doctrine
Spot him deep in the Killah Hill poppin'
Two feet dug in the dirt, up to the skirt
Spectator on the sideline lovin' the work
And my team ain't ya' average, CREAM we handle it
Fiends seekin' packages, beams and banana clips
Festo! If you wit' me, let's go!
The nymphos love me, X-O, X-O
Boy listen hard, think twice before you get involved
We hold the weight like cons in the prison yard
They call the riot squad, we live and in charge
Y'all non-beleivers get reminded with scars
It's the pineapple, Rebel I. natural
Fine wine hundred proof, spittin' mine at you
(CHUH-PUGH! Nigga!)
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Yearning for Your Love[Verse: Raekwon]
Yo, I'm gonna roll some trees up and think about life
Grab a wife, make her queen, throw a baby in her spleen, get right
Write a cheque, be a team, stay one, who give a fuck when they come
Blow her right, pay out and get aight
Cheque writers this goes for you, check the vet writers
All 40'ing up, we respect biters
Drinking on dead cash and coins and goons of rap
That's when I come through with fly heads and Nikes on a track
I'm a track nigga attacking a track, strictly rap nigga
Piece of the A, my South niggas track niggas, dead niggas
All the above, we love [?]
Y'all niggas stay paid and ask me for shit
We just a far little caked up, baked up, a thumb up
Plunge ya, pluck ya lady up, backshop, we run jump blunts up
Doing our thing, I'm [?] down
With a couple round on me, homie feel my style out

[The Gap Band's "Yearning for Your Love" starts playing]
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All Night Long[Verse 1: Raekwon]
[Maya Lemore?] hills driving in your own four wheels
Mansion on top of hills blow chrisp chronic billows
As high as the guest house on [?]
Flow nasty that's disastrous, pussy wet call me a catalyst
Gymnastic when flipping packages
All in my head, give me head back
Exactly miss dap me sister no doubt
The kid is rich, hard as rich, art is rich
But still I'm gonna walk away the week after
No love unless it's whole love, hoes no love
You get the greatest hugs in the world though, hold up
Like Frank [?] schooled Max Julien
This how you ride pimpin' shoot from the side, Kwon

[Verse 2: Mary J. Blige]
Oh baby not tonight
I don't want to fuss and fight
I just want to make it right
Oh there's work to do
I wanna get real close to you
I wanna get you in the mood

All the things you want to do
Just relax and I'll take care of you
And anytime you want me
I'm saying that I love you everyday
And I know that you love me
Baby admit it

Give me all your love and don't stop
I love waiting when you reach the top
(All night long)
Come into my bedroom hun you
What I got will make you spend money
(All night long)
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Real Ain’t Real[Hook 2X: Raekwon]
Do you know where you going to?
Do you like the things that Lex serving you? But Lex'll murder you

[Raekwon]
A truck Acura, crazy, heavy tuck style, Dutch style
All my niggas look rich, all the bitches fuck loud
Seeing a Benz and look sizzling, don't let it rain, daddy
That's when the reds get more busy
Hyper and shooting at snipers, bloodbaths, some, they laugh
Gleaming in some luxury labs, all the wally down, flicks we flash
Grabbing bitches blowing in whips, every blessing, flip up flags
I put that on my wallet, I'm great, kid with the Purple Tape
Claim names, the Louis Lex Diamonds and the makes
All the bank robbing niggas pump aids, jewelry glass
Commission the mass, to stop the record, pa, switch plates, yo
Real niggas get big, fake niggas get hit
Talk about bitches won't come to your shit
I'm throwing on balley's, laying in denalli's
On my way to Cali, fuck niggas I respect, gun playing the slip

[Hook: Polite]
Real ain't real no more, yo these niggas is fake
Ever stared in the eyes of a snake?
To all my real niggas keeping it street, fuck running your mouth
If it's war, then we talk the heat
Hitting off, leaving bastards dead, watch his body collapse
And push his brains to the back of his head
And y'all niggas gon' respect the God, and the word of the streets
You niggas wanna see Lex go hard

[Raekwon]
I sing liver than the Ten', sitting in the V, choking my hat down
Everybody fly, folding bricks
Once my niggas get on, it's on, I'm popping niggas off top
This is my yacht, stay the fuck off
Ya'll ran with the Cuban, started changing names, nigga listen
I started it, you need to just pass me the chain
Don't give me that "I respect your work" bullshit
I shot the same game, shot niggas in planes and stole niggas wizzes
Yo, that's my ninjas, catching bodies a hobby
Sit back, doola hits, more, listen
Twisting, wrist glisten, slang lord, handle my position
Is to sit back, and kill all fake niggas
And I sware my ear is the rear version
Don't got time to kill on every track, fuck rap, change the wheel
Kneel behind 'burbans, and burst one knee, this is me
All the kid ever wanted was more burners

[Hook]

[Hook 2X]
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A Rainy Day[Hook]
Just to let you know
Sometimes it takes a rainy day
Sometimes it takes a rainy day

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
A-yo, your skin color's the shit
Bubble when your back look delicious
My strawberry queen, Nestle quick, slide through Geneva
Switching gears on me, I’mma leave her
She driving her own shit, she a keeper
Then clip jury on, live in the woods
What’s good? No Hollywood, whole shit, yeah, you good
Sipping drinks, rocking minks, come visit the shrink
Check crib, it’s bigger than Liv
What you think? I’m just a part time romancer
See me in the club, I’m a ransom
Time me up boo, I go against you and I queen that I want
She gotta think like a king, respect mine
Boo stay in line, do your thing and we can meditate, do yoga
Chilling on a sofa and my lofas
You’re making that bread, I play golf
I’mma stare case baby with a train, vision it
I know I’m living it with queen

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
I did you wrong ’cause I was fucked up lost
They caught me in the Porsche, go crying divorce
A-yo, my jury look tough, when you was sober their lost
And then you did this to me picture me cross
And you was never there when I was grinding and just flossing
And I had you in school like daddy be bossy
And now you wanna cry sober, it exhaust me
But keep the wheels right here, then jet to Georgia
I’m a chief on ‘em, no, no, noble extortion
Yeah, take it or leave it, acquire losses
She did this for capital to ball like a boss
So hold the fort down, protecting what's yours
Hey yo, no more remorse, cut endorsements
Fuck that, go back home, jet to Boston
Barking like a full grown pit’, take caution
I’m just wanting the shits, this is spot shit

[Hook]
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Yae Yo (Remix)[Snippet from Scarface #1]
Hey, fuck you, man
Who put this thing together
Me, that's who
Who do I trust, me

[Hook 1]
Yae yo, yae yo, cop that yae yo
Gotta be thugging, thugging

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Why this shit ain't cooking up right, Papi told me this is solid white
Fuck it wrap it up take it back up, still in all it's a play out
Tired of spending money, might get them niggas laid out
Yo, yo Fernando sent me, yo, stop acting hostile yo
And yo don't point that shit at me, bad enough I gotta come in the crib
With Spanish niggas using languages and shit
I'm feeling like a dick, left the crib wit my hand brolic
This is some bullshit, might get knocked take the wrist coward
Yo, Fernando what happened, shit cooking up backwards
Light up a Backwood, don't make me backtrack
Louie, damn it,, the yae yo lay low
Saying in my mind
Fuck that papi gotta pay off
Cash rules the Power-Wu chant it
Yo Louis this ain't our product
This is Carlos family
Oh y'all wanna play me like a smoker
Coming out my ice choker
My man in the back, looking colder
Papi yo why y'all wanna jucks me
Yo listen B we got the best clientele since '83
Fuck it, pull out the pot let's cook it
Light the stove up
Julie go to the store get some flour
Sat back burning a big dutch
With the crisp eighteen shot Glock, stashed in my nuts
Poured it in the Pyrex sizzling, now it start drizzling
Rainy day murder, black won't miss him
Still I'm yelling this shit is business
But they still ain't gon' violate
What I stand for wid these drizzers
He took it off the stove run the water
Trying to work me, yo
Knew I shouldn'ta hit the nigga's daughter
He mighta showed more love
Than went in the freezer
And broke the ice down, pour it in
We both looking at it on the twirl around particles grew
Fly Khaluas is mad sliding Coronas through
Feeling like Castro's cousin
Gave them niggas all of my life
All of my paper all my judgement
It droppa only like an ounce worth
Should I just come out my shirt
Go berserk and let the Macks burst
Skate off body in the Bronx
Same shit Gotti was on
Shallah, they gonna get your's play it calm
Seventeen five was the total plus the five
Hundred for the cab driver that was rolling
Yo, he blank rubbed his nose like a Nazi
Jocked me, Glock piece cocked
Ready to light up shop, watch me
Standin by the 'fridgerator then caught the gleam
From his eye, and he watch a nigga ride for the rent
He looked up, recognized real
Oh Papi, yo, pardon me
Your glass spilled all over the floor
Guess that's real, we both shakin hands
Holdin guns, gave me back, all my ones
We did that shit political, it's all done
Last word, we bout to vanish
Cognio, you woulda bust, right
Don't Puerto Ricans speak Spanish

[Hook 2]
Yae yo, cop that yae yo
Yae yo, bap do dap do da da yae yo
Cop that yae yo, yae yo

[Snippet from Scarface]
Say hello to my little friend

[Verse 2: Cormega]
Lay back like a fat Buddha, holding my pearl-handle mover in a Land Cruiser
Rims shine like day time in Bermuda
I write rhymes smoother than niggas
Who be fronting like, half a key movers
I have to be financially set, new Lex in front of my duplex
My shine dripping wet, new nines in case your crew flex
My brown eyes leaving your boo stressed
So bad you had to get a new red vest
Cause I collects tax
My advice is to accept that
Step back, blast, don't even wet that
Yo, it's mandatory, I'm self explanatory
Don't front on me shorty
Young Scarface, for real
I wanna die blasting
Fuck stashing
My next fifty G's I'm buying me a fire wagon
Thugged out, leather interior
Meg is superior
My art of war dented your area
My mug shot praised in jail cells and drug spots
My razor, touch faces and carve rocks
Corrupt cop cases
Had me on semi-vacations
It's day dreams, lay down way schemes
For niggas who get payed and takes cream
Drugs supplier, thugs admire
Ghetto dun-dun gunfire
Keep my nine higher
The drama equilizor
I speak the mind-a, Keyser
Söze, no survivors

[Snippet from Scarface]
Say goodnight to the bad guy
Go ahead, I take your fucking bullets
You think you can get me with bullets
Go ahead, I take your fucking bullets, go ahead
**************************************************
Give Me Your Love(Intro: Raekwon)
Yea baby
Word up man
It's all real and shit

(Verse 1: Raekwon)
She had a pretty little face
Her frame was one in a million
Jumped out the Wraith
Thats paid I need to film it
Silk on (?) girl Balli's
Going to Cali
Keep it dollar
We just got married
Honeymoon lampin' in Cancun
The kid had mad boom
Buy her bags bloom you got it
Fresh fly diva
Puff a little reefer
That deep
People today like how you got her
All game plan
Fly high level
No playing fam
I'm just that gift
Check the whip kid
Went on a chase
Runnin' like the Blues Brothers from Jakes
Thats my time
A closed case

(Hook: Sylvia Striplin)
Do you want me?
Do you want me in the way I really need you?
Do you need me?
Do you need me in the way I really want you?
Do you want me?
Do you want me in the way I really need you?
Do you need me?
Do you need me in the way I really want you?
Give me your love (repeats)

(Verse 2: Sylvia Striplin)
When I see you
Thats the time my body feels
I've got to have you
When I get you
Let me show you all the ways
I've got to show you that I love you
And it feels a little true
Don't leave this
Baby cause I'm hungry
Yes I'm hungry for the taste
Of your sweet flavor
Oh oh yah

(Hook)
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The Brewery[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Still shining, keeping my toes close
Catch me on the quieter, flip something up bring your llama close
So y'all already know I have a gun team
They don't hang, phones calls one ring, dumping flames
The XKR, flyer performance
Built like gangstas hide ya bum monkey ass like warrants
Reflections is ill, my mansion out in lake shore raw
Two Mexicans two ??, a dog
Everybody angry, the benzes is meaner
Bitches is happy, casinos look cleaner
The word is chef is rocking tuxes now
His main trooper, the Haitian nigga buck this clown down
Operation money, let's mail this
Paper stepped up now his gun game is real bitch
Don't make me kill your man's other man
This ?? real handsome man said

[Verse 2: Ceazar]
She get him for the ransom, money in the mansion
Always stay coordinated, my shit's longer waited
Cease, I make it bubble up like it's carbonated
Double up right on the spot, you know I gotta make it
Map out all of the plots, I keep it formulated
It's still real here, I never feel fear
Make moves I wouldn't sit still in a wheelchair
Affirmed young general, street life I'm walking with stripes
I'm in the hood where they pop on site
Running through woods with wolves, only all of them bite
On reserves under the moon or under the sun
Either way, false moves put you under the gun
We ain't playing yo, revolvers is spun, we as hard as they come
Fresh out the ghetto, we the marvelous ones
Move 'em out, less talk, put the tool in his mouth
Combination to the safe, get the jewels and we out

[Verse 3: Reason]
Nigga all black wardrobe, the gat attack foes
Sajak with the flow, I turn letters to dough
Play the hood close, ten coke jars of good smoke
Hoodrats, car jackers, project kids cold
Slicker than Crisco, my bite like a pitbull
I spot 'em and pop 'em, his nickname pimples
Check what I'm into, melodies that rip you
Snub nose, turn these rottweilers into shih-tzus
Y'all life is skimmed through, mine is like a book you must get into
Every line come like a missile
I got issues, all I do is make her whistle
Let the goons figure out if your diamonds official
Let you... bullets tear your bone gristle, lung tissue
Gun in every hole of your body dog, I can't miss you
Chef Reas' and Ceaz', three to your temple
And y'all was never hot, not even near a sizzle
**************************************************
Blue Diamonds[Raekwon]
Call me the flyest jewel thief in the town jewelry nympho with info
All I need is three hold me down where the joints at chill
Its one big rockless glass And its blue play it low when we snatch that
Rock your black outfit kid Im going out kid you all mouth kid
Be the driver chill out kid Snatch the glass the we all on hold on Lord
Who holding it who bought the idea duke Its over with
No funny guy business what is this its just realness
Its only us who willing to steal this
Got my whole life on it Mans wife on it throw my black Nikes on it
With sons ready to Ike for it my position is contain yal
Sort of like dope fame on yal
Blowing game on yal Lets get this paper
Start vaporizing think about legalizing
Plus you went wrong now im Penalizing

[Hook 2x: Chip Banks]

Diamonds, grande y azul
Aiyyo we got chopo
And you can get some too
Take money

[Raekwon]
Yelling out asta la vesta last name masesta mean feon smoke with feces
Publicize this im go rise don in disguise
That will throw his arm out of five that fly
Jewel specialist fool specialist
Move like Professionalist strengthen paper excellent
Might be painting your town
Throw the drink down blowing it real-estate style
Feel my weight now Chilling healthy
And came up game up tore the frame up
Got to vote for the mayor later
Snatch something I believe in some call it thieving
But I call it extra dough on the weekend
Me and my family breezing so much ice its Freezing
The Dean switching up for a reason out of nature we be g'ing
Some of these spots Korean That saten gleam got me peeing??

[Hook 2x: Chip Banks]

We get chop dough?
And you know its true
Ayo we get chop dough
And you can get some to

[Raekwon]

Ayo the topic is laying in the tropics ill ass clique to rock with
We deligating on the block kid money invested in a deal
Lets stress it on the real side burning big phills holding bills
Technique Made us all meet Made me sit back repeat each
Started from the fame of the week
This is glory mandotory phat dough
Rocking my hand to bring cash to support me

[Hook: 2x]
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Whores[Raekwon]
Snatch the bitch wig off, give up that pussy, ho, get off
We taking that, Benjamin Franklin pussy, blinking that
C.C.B., Barbara Streisand, Cali sisters in the right hand
Rip the shirt off, had a nice pair
Twelve o'clock, afternoon boom, fucking from room to room
Enough to zoom, ten minute a wound, I comfort this
Stark confronting her, hello, miss-miss, come out the Tyra bra, miss
Marvelous, awesome bitch, out as a rich
Fly groupie bitch, crazy cum color, Penela' swiss piss
Dirty burst on her, wipe his dick on her lips
Slow the fuck down Rich, half his wrist up in the uterus
She spoke, "I'm tellin' Louis Rich", Max, shoot the bitch
Rollie was rooting this, Goldie hardly spoke, shit was ludicrous
She bit his dick, God wilded on her with a kick
Bobby stressed out, just like life is like a lighter
Lit a gal' on her, boo, stop wilding, for real, lighten up
For Noodles caught a lapdance, pussy clap-clap just like a tapdance
Let her fuck you on your head, go to bed
Delrio the Leo, hot pelepeno, lace a Gambino nigga, right
Wash knobs for free, though, only me though
Hah, polishing wax floors, she's a real whore
Keep it raw, you break law? My cousin Blake break jaws
We all raw, broke bitch, try to come aboard
Snort on the right, ho, now right as a core
I'm only fucking ya'll, cuz ya'll on, keeping my legs strong
You dead wrong, talking that shit, giving me head wrong
Sextress, dress ya ass off, bullshit necklace
Here, rock this robe, if you lose it, death wish
More head, we all getting feds, forget
Down the lamb spread, buying the right bread, Nike head
Dike head, married a white dread
Drive a snow white five, died in the air, swallowing white shit
Whores, they never listen, what? The girl's a whore
Come on..
**************************************************
You Used To Love Me[Intro]

Yea yea, What up my nigga, thats nineteen hundred dollars
I need to see you alright
Yea, lets do that, for real

[Verse 1: Raekwon]

Buyin' Le Perle, Jimmy Choo, Louis Vuittons, coup ya Benz up
Keep it one thousand trooper [?] hold ya ends
Me God, despicable me, just a typical G
See everythings a goal, shop, cop, and flee
Up in Finland, thats class gremlins with millions
Thats why I stay luxuried up
Waves and Timberlands, best lover girlfriend
Me romantic thats the antic
Who fuck up in helicopters now land it
Wardrobe remarkable, pen game arsenal
Up in [?], they got showers here, park it boo
You been a rider rollin, hair up in rollers'
Yo thats my shoulder, you can keep it, I'll mold ya
Black sand beaches, Norwegian I'm treatin'
Four Seasons or The Ritz peep the keys
See the waiters, they suckin' us
Shake that ass, thats a  teaser
Stay bowlegged thats a pleaser

[Chorus: Faith Evans]

I remember the way, you used to love me
I remember the days, you used to love me

[Verse 2: Faith Evans]
You don't appreciate the time
I put into this love affair of ours baby
I couldn't let you walk around
Thinking it's alright to let me down

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Faith Evans]
I gave you all my precious love
And anything you wanted from me
You didn't hear me calling out
Calling for your warm affection after all this time
You can't deny what I'm feeling is real
And I stood around, stood by your side
Went through all the hurt and pain
And you turned and walked away

[Chorus]

Can't give up on the way you used to give it to me
Give it to me
What a feeling it's for real

[Chorus]

You didn't hear me calling out
And that's not what love's about
I remember you used to love me
You used to love me every day
Now your love has gone away
I remember I remember

[Chorus]
**************************************************
Stop Trippin’[Intro: Raekwon]
Yeah
We back
Now let me tell you niggas for real

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Hey yo, for real
Check it
Back of the limo blowing grass
Play the demo, broke a glass
Gazelles is crashed
Check the rim homie
Jumoed out
Hammer on me glamour
Velvet blazer, light green Brooks Bros. shirt
Pair of Stans on me
Contemplating jump in a cab or jump in the Navi
She hate me
Got caught doing threesomes in the Jag
Rolling joints (?)
No points
Nigga now you gotta go
She kicked me out of my shit yo
I said cool, no more love I gotta move
I left smooth
Punched a hole in the wall and blew
I had the Call of Duty Wrangler outside
Snakeskin skin, gold madam, black Timberland, laying down why
In a stripper warehouse in Vegas
Celebrities cater
Serenading bitches, I was just fanangling
39K a night I take it
Straight with the wraith
Take it home
Nigga I fucked up with my wife

[Verse 2: Horace Brown]
Overlooking our problems baby
Overlooking our pain
Baby lets get together
Things are not the same
We're just hurting each other over again
Two wrongs don't make it right
We find a love and then...

[Hook: Horace Brown]
Here we go again (here we go)
Stop trippin', stop trippin'
Here we go again
(x2)

[Outro: Horace Brown]
Confrontation's always guaranteed
We've always had our rainy days
Yes we did, I know we did
**************************************************
Soldier Story[Intro: Raekwon]
Yeah, straighten up, niggas let's go, man
For real, man, we goin' in there, man
I'm just gonna say it like this
Eeyithing we do, is for real
Dedication, man

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
From out the rising sun up north, I'm asking Allah
Writing poetry, click clack, my brain'll go all
Lay this new down, I copped them out in Spain
That's some new town, all W's up, come from under Wu
Suckers switch rhymes, patterns on point, flexing slick lines
Catch me in the crease of the beast, Lexus big tires
Always been a leader homeboy, niggas'll blow the beef up
Drink beef eat 'em I meant the German, she be, but try
Thousands of talents, good with nine hundred of them
Niggas don't eat, the wolves taking something then
If you call collect, you better say what's up with them
If you borrow the Tech, you better have a muzzle on them
If he out in despair, you better have a puzzle for them
If we buyin' some gear, you know to bring the duffel for 'em
No we don't just hustle, all we do is tussle for it
Get shot in ya mouth that's just for cussin' to 'em

[Hook: JD Era]
We don't talk cause talk's cheap
The wolves preyin' on the weak, lose paper or lose sleep, nigga
My shit bangin' like a steel drum
Hey this a dedication of the real ones
From N.Y. to Long Beach
To these T-Dot streets
Lose paper or lose sleep, nigga
My shit bangin' like a steel drum
Hey this a dedication of the real ones

[Verse 2: JD Era]
I'm writing to give you more of me, there's more to see
More than petty wars and monotonous beef
I'm more than meets the eye, I'm the eye of the beast
So keep eyein' me too long and get your eyelids beat
The militia, Ice Water dynasty
Your rhymes is weak, and you don't want the line to speak
Your wine'll freeze, Get drunk and climb in sheets
About a dollar, I could go through ten dimes in a week
I got sick of chasing stars with spacious cars
Like take this, tape of ours, no tape no bars
Hoping they, take it abroad in a place so hard
That I could replace my broad and replace my job
I pray that god grant me whatever I deserve
Cause I don't want to grow to be legend of the curve
But believe in it and the will come
Eh, this a dedication to the real ones

[Hook: JD Era]
**************************************************
Lions Paw Freestyle[Verse 1]
We celebrate by blowing some grass, the mighty green
I'm on the third floor in the crib up in the wifey Beamer
Breaking down plates and charging niggas
Prices is high, don't try to argue niggas
You might get a job from niggas
Yesterday's hopes is yesterday's quotes
They trapped my son, them bastards is done now, they ghost
Sipping Martini cucumbers, watching the crew's numbers
I'm in Cazals, Raymond Weils, and Miguels
Spanish house of love, mi casa su casa
Two rastas with me, who the bumba...?
High tech Macs for faggot niggas
Niggas don't wear Airs no more, they wear Chanels, word sale
Outta their face if they funny niggas
Look at these creatures, no hope, no gear
Niggas needed me to teach 'em
I'm at the swap meet with shorty
Me, Top, Phife and Life
Perry and Soup, Molly and Mike
With 17 bad Wis's all over age, you crazy
Them bitches is millionaires with babies
Suits on A-Team, hundred [?] goose on
Watch [?] time, I know my rooster calling
Wild, wearing wing tips that's high top
Hit the spa shop, two cameras to go, niggas know
And after that, two days of rest, yeah right, you white
We ain't slept for years, but we right
Dedicated to the gun game, we toast to the best
For 20 years niggas blessed, alright stressed
You think I'm laughing to the bank, but I'm crying yo
Can't even spend it with loyal niggas, they're grimy
Even your boys will try to blind me, be strong, pa, we from the 90s
Stick together, then get dip together
No more days of extortion, I had my portion
Because I was just dumb, deaf and exhausted
All love, but no pound, see the baby peace chant
You got some breadsticks, shawty? What it be? Blamp me
We in the high rise with Jack Daniels drinking with George Daniels
Some niggas absorb, this a whore scandal
**************************************************
Wu Chant (Outro)Wu-Tang! (x16)
**************************************************
Determination[Intro: Raekwon]
I really don't need to be *fuckin* wit ya right now
I need to movin' around in the air, circlin' Manhattan
Real smooth

[Raekwon]
Here we go again son, black Harrison *Ford* on the run
One, beef in the field, it's real
Highly recommend shield, Lee rocks, still he rock
Got the blue laser, grill, like Martin *Scorsese*-ah
Jumpin outta limo's, *expos*, black rentals
Chasin *niggas* through the projects, prolex
Moseyin', 15 of us, five trucks
Crazy deluxe, bound by honor, *nigga* what?
Tailin' us in boats and land, *40 cal* in my hand
Made the left... Lex fam
Sho enough what, *Hummer* craft lookin' up, what?
Kid the chipped out *flex* now I'm stuck
Bounced on him, public announcements say they want him
Any ideas? Where he at? Cops want him
Changin' the gear the same footwear
Runnin like a crook, yea, no love here
*Fuck* yea, we up there
Had a little *drugs* there, they was there
Pass it kid, *Novocain* caught a slug there
Had it mastered in flight school, *nigga* go whip a plane
Drivin land, map *shit* out, go to night school
Bronze star, feelin' who we are
Half animal, whole lotta love, black God
Standin' front and center, from here to winter
Grip the *splinter, shoot it sideways, nozzle on, pop-it*
(nothin' but determination)
Ready to hit somethin, pop *shit* wit somethin
Blow *blimps* on the mad rubber grips, big lips on it
Rollin wit top rank medals, hands is like *Graig Nettles*
Bright link, purple heart, swim bezzle
Hearin' the horn of Josh, movin' like the moss
Executive decision play large
Caught a blip on the radar, screen him out
Fightin' like like Julio *Cesar*, blaze y'all
Mayday, mayday, chasin' me, CIA, KGB, FBI, DIA on they way
Trynna chase down the God, this Afro-African'll lace ya

[Chorus 3X: Raekwon]
Nothin' but determination

[Raekwon]
Part two kid, establish brainpower, truth did
Yo it's realer than a *fuck* now, ain't stupid
Trash three hundred thousand in cash, guerilla mash
Brass this gat, TNT *niggas* on my *ass*
Play for real, Lex will, I suggest still
Clear my own *shit*, let the press ill, let's bill
Make it to the UN, doin' bout a thousand in the blue M
Frogmen repped out foolin', *left all the American Express cards*
Left the passports, timeshare, *shit up on* in *Escort*
Bail 'em, bustin his *joint*, Chief O'Hara
That old, *Louis McDarren*, see the waves through the mirror
Spot that, hop that, through the top back
Ready to lock somethin', down for the cause, stop that
You play the king, I play the *pawn*, who the king of the Swarm?
You wrong, where's the evidence, watch the *fire* arm
Wit eternal affairs there, I knew I had little bits of love
Hopin' it'll be fair, he watch me, heavy Roxy scene
He clean though, American *Cream* Team let him leave
See the moral of the story, feelin' me like
Mordon and Glory when they came for me
Had fifty on the line, look at mine, all dressed down
Handlin' nines, know the time
**************************************************
The Lex Diamond IntroThirty years ago there was a gangster born
He controlled the island with over 4000 soldiers
He ran over 30 projects
Whatever you needed in the hood, you had to go through him
He had his hand in everything
Racketeering, money laundering, gambling, prostitution
It was all his for the taking
He had over 400 cops on the payroll
He organized a powerful elite with a cold heart and a hot hand
And those who were perpetrators were dealt in a torturous way
The neighborhood loved and feared him
He had a good heart and a fresh soul
His name is Lex Diamond and this is his story

? with the execution of my children
From that witness forward, everybody in that courtroom knew
Uh, and agreed, that the mafia existed
The mafia operated in the United States and Sicily
It had various rules and it dominated in this business
And that many of the people in that room were members of the mafia
**************************************************
Staten Go Hard[Intro: Brevi (Raekwon)]
We go hard (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
What's happening man? Can I eat too, man?
We go hard, yeah, yeah, Rapper's Island, Rapper's Island)

[Chorus x4: Brevi]
Staten, we go hard, we go hard
Staten, we go hard, we go hard

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Wu put Staten on the map (that's right)
This is gat hoodie rap fuck around, put a fully in your back
You might make my toolie act (word?)
I only run for the bread, lightning strike
Fly one in your hat, black
And if your man test my skill
I promise he will die in the field
My money's long, my homeboy's is real
They broke, but will shoot to kill
Flashing, big Uzis make movies
Cut niggas faces, pretty boys, groupies
Ride through the city, guns on, kufies
Living like jail, it's real, y'all coochies
You know I'm, back at it, and asthmatic
Always mad jiggy, I love fashion
Plus love flashing B9's, 38's huggin' weight
I'm straight, watch the nigga traction

[Chorus x4: Brevi]
Staten, we go hard, we go hard
Staten, we go hard, we go hard

[Hook x2: Raekwon]
S-H-A-O-L, I-N, we, kill again

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
Wu-Tang, went platinum, Meth platinum
Ghost, Chef, platinum, that's the raw, captain
We war, y'all acting, sister rapping
Ol' Dirty B-A-S-T, platinum
Seliln' nose candy, blackberry, brandy
Turtle necks, 40 belows, flow dandy
Living in the hell, I Am Legend, 7's
Played out, weapons, courtrooms, blessings
Brooklance, we rip 'em, rip 'em
Tire marks flip 'em, figure eights then strip 'em
Kill 'em, sell 'em, might trade 'em, save 'em
Hit an OG where it keep cool, play 'em
Never mind, we on grinding, my linemen
Puff hardest rhymers, call us on assignments
Bujo's, tigers, lions, up in Brooklyn House
Ask about us, niggas know what time it is

[Chorus x4: Brevi]
Staten, we go hard, we go hard
Staten, we go hard, we go hard

[Hook x2: Raekwon]
S-H-A-O-L, I-N, we, kill again

[Verse 3: Brevi]
Well I'm all grown up, I've learned my ways
Posted on the block every god damn day
Once them cops come driving by
Tuck your shit and get the fuck inside
Post up, I'ma hit you when it's time
When you see the helicopter, be prepared to ride
Get some shots out, we done talking
Staten Island, stand up
I know some mean motherfuckers from the S to the I
R-O-D's, we all ready to die
Park Hill in this bitch, Stapleton
Now Born, stand up, West Brighton
From the heart of the Port Richmond
We go hard, we go hard, we go hard
We go hard, we go hard in this bitch

[Chorus til fade: Brevi]
Staten, we go hard, we go hard
Staten, we go hard, we go hard

[Hook x2: Raekwon]
S-H-A-O-L, I-N, we, kill again

[Outro: Raekwon]
Yeah, all my niggas behind the wall, yeah
That's for you
S-H-A-O-L, I-N, we, kill again
That's real, you know the half, we might take your life
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Fish & Chips[Raekwon]
Dare one of ya'll niggas get out of line, I'mma finalize
Ziplock your face, plus do the time
See my niggas, cook square denny's, we the tea sippers
Need liquors, off the hook, yo, we them niggas

[Chorus 2X: Boy Big]
We on the block, man, we keep 'em cocked, man
And what's going on right here, ya'll can't stop, man
You'll get popped, man, you better believe that, Where's the weed at?

[Raekwon]
Aiyo, caught me by the bodega, I flossy, saucy
In viesel jeans, pockets had the measles, gleen costly
A hundred on the wrist, glist Rothstein
Glad to meet you, his boo said I eat you, just a portion of me
Leather plush, burberry sweater with the furry gloves
With the trims on, the grin on
Looking mad hungry, but my beard chunky
What's happening, you black? No question, what you offering me?
Seventeen five a banana, grab a chair
Rapping like we at the Copacabana, niggas scared
The shorty working the arms, the sister's like two big magic wands
She shook her ass in the magic thongs
She recognizing I'm no average don
She seeing me posing, extra live with my karats on
Stop, tilt the glass on 'em
Half past a mill, was worth like a half a mill in cash, on

[Chorus 2X]
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I Recall[Hook 3X: sample]
I remember, I recall
I remember, I recall
I remember, I recall
I remember, all you said

[Raekwon]
Aiyo, yes sir, everything's a blessing, let the cess' splurge
Spill it in your hand, and let the s's turn
You got them wild style goons in the room, with nothing but coupes
And Pumas on, rugged beards, mean underwear
Fly in the day, high by night, money right
Solidified gangsta with his paintbrush writing
Catch me off Lenox, Spanish dip, vintage shit
Floating in the open, niggas smoking that shit, you know

[Tek]
Vanilla envelopes of cess, 20 bags of bless
Pissy drunk, in the project steps
Throwing dice, til the sun come out, guns come out
Trains through the 151 come out
Then it's back on the block, I'm running from the cops again
The old heads love me, asking when I'm gonna stop again
But, you know the law of the streets
How we gon' dick the freaks and what we do over beats, bitch

[Hook 2X]

[Steele]
Yessa yessa, rap is under pressure
Had me, had 'em, hungry hoody, wearing hoods, come getcha
Four fetcha, eat tracks, Hannibal Lecter
Keep gats, Tony Jaa, still, I'm The Protector
Street speak, reach peeps, treat peeps aggressive
Smif-N-Wessun, Chef connection, nothing less than perfection
Peace number 7, God Degree's the lesson
Equality's the evanescense for my peeps in the essence

[Raekwon]
Fresh mohawk, run up in the gun store, blow off
Jump in the couple, sled range, my dame blow off
Bamboo need for the go, it's like chilly
Don't be silly, my niggas pop wheelies for dough

[Tek]
I tell you the first time, I ever laid hands on a pussy
Smack Earth, Wind & Fire out of jazz, pussy
That's when niggas learned to respect my army
Respect my gun and recognize me as a don

[Steele]
Listen, I tell no lies, spread no rumors
Have your whole family smothered, taking me for humor

[Tek]
Get your laugh from elsewhere, your bricks from right here
You bleed just like I bleed, so it's no fear

[Raekwon]
Aiyo, flatten niggas, what's happening, rap niggas from Staten
Gat chunky nine, bullets sitting in napkin
Ready to pop your lid off, lay low in Manhattan
Stop fronting, buttons get pressed, we jabbed 'em, tagged 'em

[Hook]
**************************************************
The Living Room[Verse 1: Raekwon]
This is Lex Diamond nigga the boss all them niggas
With the levers is soft afraid to ask what it cost
Collar made out of horse hee-haw
Skeet in your wife's mouth bopped out the restroom and beemed off
Flawless jewels is real, I got jewels in my wheel
Eyes glued to your boo in her heels
The watch is a spanker, the hands don't tick
They roll, I'm in the Rolls Wraith exercise your blinkers
You just a pussy I know, hiding behind big homeboy
So one catch the bullet I'm throwing
Sitting in Polo or Brooks Brothers
Cooling on our [?] how the fuck we know if your clique lovers
The story we don't know that just don't front
Or he'll blow that and I'll be like "I told you cause I owed you"
Flexing at the Colosseum, not the one on Jamaica Ave
The one up in my lab with no demons in it

Beat Switch

[Verse 2]
You know the kid he stay fabulous car power
Catch him on tour few spartan's holding gun powder
Oops, let the Coupe in the duece, jump
Out with chains on, nope, just a check book and some boots
It's like The Musketeers of Pig Alley
I jump out, army, leather, beard like Stalley
A wise man told me to listen with vision
A General, old gold gangsters live in kitchens
Keith Hammers cocked, stay sucker free
Check me in the spot, glaciers on the thumb of my son
Take a camera shot, bumping tapes, rocking fur coats and 'gates
Window broke, base heads and capes
High power homies is real, blow a branch for ya'
Chef Cuba six bring out the tarantula
We like The Ringling Brothers posing in Nikes
Rocking big dumb knots, that's stupid spray your groupie up
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Footprints of OsamaThis the story of Osama
Allahu akbar in Uganda
Niggas put me on to the drama
Now sit back, it's on with the data
A boy from Saudi Arabia who had it made
But he hated the... fortune, glamour, the fame, the game
An Oxford graduate, he rather see the sun when it rain
He studied economics, Islamic, drink tonic, hate chronic
Didn't hate America, he hated the Congress
Old daddy died when he was ten
These are powerful men
Who had paper, slinging oil and men
Wealthy, religious, and educated?
Ay yo this made lots of bread
Family been straight since cavemen
Three wives at 17
Now it gets better, his team
Yeah it's time to form the mujahideen
War hero legend for the Muslims, by any means
Reminds me of Farrakhan, Malcolm, and King
Play boss who had driving for show
His plans was well written
So the kid slid to Sudan
Had a couple vans some land
Few good religious brothers did all his prayers with him
Giving him grams
It was Afghanistan, he had training camp, smash
Jumping out of mid sized Toyotas with hash in 'em
Fly turbans, Suburbans, sandals on, swervin'
Jumping off of camels, eating turkey and lamb
Blood brothers, holy warriors, the others wore covers
Fuck buying jewelry, let's explore, bring the luggage
They shot to Tora Bora with no order
300 degrees out one glass a water, for four of us
Drink brother, these are them Crusaders
Who slide through the Mid East
To Hamburg, back to the border
Then some beef pop off, now it's war
A global terror in your area, U.S. calling they dogs
Bush with his regime against mujahideen
Suicide bombers vs the Marines
Al Qaeda would scheme
Nerve gas, anthrax thrown on the scene
Taliban coming martyrly
**************************************************
Letter To Big[Intro]
Yo Big what up baby
I just wanna talk to you brother, let you know man
I got super love for you, you heard?
Just a couple of bars that I wrote
I just wanted to let my presence be felt to you, you know
We love you my nigga, believe that

[Verse 1]
Yo Big what's going on good brother
Baby paw, I miss you, I wrote a dart to describe my issues
The rap game is getting too scarce
Besides in New York, the money game is getting to weird
But on another note you legend, a father with his brethren
A stepper, A Coogi sweater that's cost effected
Gangstas from the Stuy, that's you
They thought we had a beef kid, but I would never violate you
You from a part where I come from too
Just because we rhyme on a dime and had albums that blew
And that beef was a sucker beef, friendly competition
But filled with crazy love underneath
You my nigga, Yo pardon me, but I'mma be a man about it
A roll up a big fat jar of weed and smoke for your legacy Don
I shook your hand in Cali, we led by gones be by gones
This a song to a fallen hero, make no mistakes O.G
We Good Fellas, always Dinero
The movies that you made you slay'd
Rhymes was impeccable, today you are late Marvin Gaye
Every time I shine I'm thinking, we would've rocked together
One way or another we spank it
Anyway I'm just here for the love purpose
When a thug surface can't nobody judge us, fuck cursing
Casting out my love for real, youu Don'd out, gangsta'd up
Keep it real baby you the deal
Love your momma, love your seeds, this is me
Love Puff, love Kim, love Faith, love D & Cease
I'mma be easy, I just needed to breathe
And let you know I feel you like the P's
Appreciate your status my G - peace Teflon
To me you the king of the streets, one
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Big Spender[Intro: sample]
"Hey big spender!"

[Raekwon]
Yo, let the slugs fly, thug status, still camera shy
Elevate to get money and still scramble lah
Get drunk, start wildin', old young niggas with talent
Gold on me and my ho's look violent
Live bitches, five sixes, flick it up, flyin' pictures
More flips now, niggas is dipped different
Renegades, Escalades, all fly ladies in shades
Get the best of me, bless me on stage
Drop your jerseys all year round, I'm here now
Merlot in a glass, smoke a hundred bad, pop you with a pair of pounds
Toss money, no laws, pop you with a pair of pounds
Sauce money, no loss, pop you with a pair of pounds
Own towns, niggas is grown now, we got it sown now
Jumpin' out the whip, gunnin' a four now
Yo, extra careful, when we home, now
It's like a ghost town, the Narc's got the shit sowed down, come on

[Chorus: Raekwon]
Spit it for my niggas that's locked up
Six hundred Benz, kid, rocked up
Up in the club, close the bar when we popped up
Got a forty cal' thirty shot Glock up
And I'm warning ya'll shit about to pop off
Shorties in the club, take ya tops off
Yo, it's an art to rhyming
Ya'll niggas can crush a stone, try crushin' a Diamond

[Raekwon]
Yo, it' the great adventures of Lex, checks on me Air Force vet's
Yo, supply the whole hood with the wet
I love money, pa, spend that kid, yeah, it's the 600 Benz cat
Rimmed up, bout to bring the brims back
Terri cloth, Rudolph joints, valor pockets, Mr. G-Off
D or Cavalier robes, we see ya'll
Cash that'll put 'em order, you little fishes
Ain't big enough for Icewater, paralyze the right corner
Staten Island assailant, call Malinari now
Hand him that, we about to take sons cabinet
Chef got it genuine style, pink verizen with the great logic
Hands is like the Ali project
Wolves of Shaolin, we look good hooded up
One tough challenge, rough 'em up, bring out his raw talents
Money maker, send them to us
Remember the symbol, the Gods got the paper, now you with us, let's go

[Chorus]

[Raekwon]
Aiyo, speak up, we up, villains in the beat truck
Unique luck, leafed up, playin' in the suite, feet up
Come here, boo, just feel it, locked down, niggas can hear it
Blazin' in PJ's, it's time, let the ill reveal it, yo
Wall to wall jump off's, fly shorty, live sneakers and speakers
Makin' sure the vibe ain't corny, yo
Scarface kids, kings only
Jail heads know me, Chef got it locked, my block
We got more to rag you with, black, come through, kid
Park Hill Projects, send him through, mashin' it, step
No Hollywood, yeah dear, more paper, more acres
To sell on, we all got it fresh, from raw tapes
The kid that traveled the world
All this came from the lobby, I took it to Japan from curbs
Yo, swindlers transformin' to ninjas, injure anything
Remember all my mans, is when we spendin', we the..

[Chorus]

[Outro: Raekwon]
Ha ha, ha ha, yeah
Word up, yeah, we back
It's on, word up...
**************************************************
That Good Good[Hook: Altrina Renee]
You don't wanna leave
Cause I been putting that good good on you
So much so you don't know what to do
That good good, that good good
Make you say "Oooh"
You don't wanna, you don't wanna
You don't wanna leave

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Gun up on my right hand, blast when I wanna blast
Coke on the table, pass it when I wanna pass
Ski mask, dressed in a clear gazelle sway 8 1/2s
We gon' run the building like we in jail, crack ashes
Polo fireman Timbs waterproof, all of this was made from a splash
Terrible at losing, gangsta when I'm winning
Let 'em choose, then you know what the deal in the music nigga
Jewelry'd up cousin, I'm a husband, back up
Million dollar ice, bought the bag out in Dublin, bro
Perpetual ? the Royce and the jets
Keep it sounding like all white tuna make it sexy
Land with my feet up on the dash
Show up in the club with no weed, nigga with a whole fleet of cash
Everything the black car could spazz
Buy you a life, you getting right, it's either us or them crafts

[Hook: Altrina Renee]

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
Chocolate Scaglietti heavy
Roaming in funeral homes, coughing niggas up when I'm ready
First base villain
Yeah, the herb is the birthplace residing in the hill where we bill 'em
Still chilling we lamp right under the light gambling
Make something happen we address you we might stamp you plug-ins
So many slugs flying, thugs come in hundreds
All of them my niggas where the ? at
Female persuasion Malaysian
Most of them gulp Tabasco down, shoe game amazing
Cooling up in P.F. Changs wool
Let me see your rings, I got them on, I know the rules, cool bang
Hitting it, fingers smell like pussy, take a smell, start licking it
That'll be the day I got some liquor in me
Fly and a poet, anything other I can't cover
Just ask a real working mother

[Hook: Altrina Renee]
**************************************************
The Sky[Intro]
Smoke nigga, smoke man
Share with your brothers man
Stop playing man
Watch your hand nigga
That nigga looking to get his son
For real
Uh huh
Speak to me my nigga
Word up
Drop it, let's fly

[Verse 1]
Motherfuckers wanna kill me but ain't got the skill
The infantry is murder one, chill
All green Gottis leather pants on
Some hoods, some Wally's
Light medical, all day just pussy and robberies
Take bread, project codeword
Stuck in my head, eat cold eggs
And fuck with the herbs
Take a shot of Jack Daniels, get to dancing
Posing in flicks, get rich
(?) money, I can't spend it
I eat up, an emcee who roll the weed up
I'm number one in everything
Rhyming ain't nothing but (?) the weed up
Pen be basing like a Freemason on the train to white plains
Two duffle bags and a white (?)
Magnificent march call us the moguls
Y'all niggas is local, low time
I'm in the minds of the global saying get him God
God, god, god's on
I be two steps ahead with the axe on me
Ready to part you

[Verse 2]
Ay yo
Under the radar
Posing like black Cubans, fat bow tie on
We in the back
Popping two new ones
The emperor, all his jewelry on
Silks and knives, I've got a few next to you
Surprising to the real niggas, peace signs
Stay out the cold when the beast shine
And East Coast hot
I know what time it is, a revolutionist
Mind made exclusive hits
Drink the best paint
Sat in the royalty line, fine the paper chase
Some sell just to get their weight up
Just be careful word to mother straight up
Heavy thoughts from this game saved up
Respect a G when I'm in your presence playa
So here's some flavor
So you can nurture on and stay on your feet
And touch the culture
Let 'em know things ain't what it seem
And let it sink in
The plug deepen
I'm overstanding the devil's plan to keep the people blinded but seeing
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Triumph (Freestyle)[Raekwon]
Pull out the red carpet, faggot, rap, I live it, mass digits
Monkey suit, swinging on a dime jean chunky blue
All nines Al Qade it, paid up, play it up
We demonstate death, then kill you in the stadium
Yankee suits on, the boots on, produce juices
Spill rugers on you, play the deuce, them boosters on you
I'm stealing, everything, diggin' whitey righty
With the magnum taught, when you shoot it, nigga, grab 'em
It's the Roc For Life Familia, slash, The Vatican
Pop cabbages, it's nothing, nigga, kidnap ya managers
Fly roller, slang ox holders and cock blowers
The Cuban 2's is coming, ya'll niggas is done in
Ya'll niggas is fronting, my niggas is stumping
Cuz when ya'll wanna get it on, Rae's up and
It's something, those are stunting, can't do me nothing
I'll take ya bitch, baby boy, then you fuck up in
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Lead Season[Verse 1]
Parked the Red Baron Beamer in the back of the cleaners
Relaxing with an army gun Zima
Medellin is in my blow like Floyd dance
This chain I wear is skinny, baby, but the weight 80 gram
Jumping out of silent shit, rugby marathon
Peace to Rob Paragon, smoke with Aguillah
Blow is designed for the ghost
But I don't want it if it's biting the head off
Come see me slap a don
Great escape, me and that connect with the crimeys
Back when me and Flex kidnapped the 90's
I was king, call me Luther LeBron
Make a dream team appear
Court-side seats in the karmas
Known for my get-down and fly wears
Usually my eyewear that make me buy up everything bomb
I'm a old Fila king with wings on
Street sharp Nike suit
Sharpey goon-face Milan

[Hook]
We getting bread in the building
Niggas getting money
Quick to spread in the building
Get lead in the building
Bosses don't bite, they write checks
I want the nigga head in the building
Get fed in the wilderness

[Verse 2]
Ay yo, four-limb goose down to the Timbs
The gems is coke-boy money, lay in the 700 Benz
Blowing cheeba, dumping ashes
The class of last year
That'll throw your head through the glass
Forty-five, all diamonds in it
Grimies did it
Chinese killers jump out and divot
I will post in the New York Post, blueberry ghost
You'll steady motion when I'm aiming my pitch
We young niggas who die hard
Fly ride hard
Soft top, that means to push your head off
I be famous, but my bodyguard Spanglish
It's all miscellaneous, ain't nobody telling
It ain't a issue
Thick skits tapes with bombs in it
Cooler than the velvet-grown pool
And the pussy embalmed with it
Yeah, Buddha texture's cashmere
I beat your man up, drop five hundred, and blow and smash gears

[Hook]
**************************************************
Stick Up Music[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
It's Flipmode bitch! Categorize my word as gospel
YEAH!!

[Verse One: Busta Rhymes]
Yo! I offer niggas the encouragement
While I give you the nourishment I put niggas on punishment
Y'all niggas is trash but I offer the streets the supplements
Takin over the block now I'm tryin to control the government
(SAY WHAT!!!!!!!!!) Got these niggas pissin they mattresses
The God is back nigga get the deliverin my packages!!!
Now I'm back from L.A. all access
It's that nigga back from the Oscars after fuckin some actress-es
While I give you the seasonin and there recipes
Over the music they sound like Sticker from in the seventies
While sippin 'nac that make niggas hiccup and spit for centuries
Of course the ratchet they click up and my enemies
The way I flood the streets you know the flava good
I'm a stash some of the coke and cause a drought up in the neighborhood
I'm only in the streets to feed a nigga
Regardless what you think the game will always need a nigga
(Yeah! Might as well mortalize me into a statue nigga!!!!)

[Verse Two: Raekwon]
Yeah, let's go love..
I wear a MEAAAN dark pair of shades
Janglin bats back in the days, I wore braids
Runnin with solicitors, grizzlies, monkey business prisoners
Livin Uptown with scales inside wall ridges
Y'know we network our ass off
Slabs of salt, dynamite sticks from bricks, fiends gas off
Blowin sellin dope, runnin to the vault pass off
Play wit my paper, write your little ass off
Stylin cause I know how to dress
Learned it from Jamacians who stressed the building lights and gallons of cess
We play rock star hard, every big bangle we mangle (uh-huh)
Mad dog wit the uzi named King Tango
Fishin for riches, mission is to dig bitches (yep)
Hide from the NARCs', Clarks on blue cases
You know we love you like cook food, matta fact
Cook cocaine, never drainin the good mood

[Bridge: Uncle Murda]
(Hold up! Hold up! Hold up!) Chill, chill nigga
Damn! (What's goin on? Y'all tryna make a song WIT'OUT ME?!)
I ain't get enough fuckin wreck, man!
(I'm on this, GOBBS, what's goin on?)

[Verse Three: Uncle Murda]
I get that fatty, I got that hammer
I die for that bread man, that's word to my grandma (GRANDMA!)
I kill for it too, that's word to my lil' man (Oh!)
I risk my freedom for him, send me to prison man
I gotta get it man (I do!), Look, by any means necessary
Pop a nigga while I'm robbin him if it's necessary (BANG!)
Yeah - gimme the loot, gimme the loot
He was like, "Aight Murda, don't shoot, don't shoot (Don't MOVE!)
No head shots, please don't shoot me in my head
It ain't that serious, I ain't tryna die for that bread (What?!)
I don't want no beef, man take my burna
I'mma put the word out, no more hatin on Murda (They hatin)
You get weed on my block, all of dem man
I did it for 26, you can charge me 40 a grand (Aight, I got it!)
I know what beef is and I don't want it, son
I'm serious, I don't care if I sound corny son" (You DO doe!)
(Damn! My Philly cap gone!)
**************************************************
Spit Flames[Intro: Raekwon]
Drink to this nigga
Yo, what's your record company lord? (Gladiators)
Keep it straight.. straight up
Game time

[movie samples]
I don't know what you doin' out there on the street
I'm gonna kick your ass!

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Wallabee encounters, yo we from New York
We never bounce son
We carry cage ways, straight up and don't get down son
Supposed to have blow out and pound son
Ten rastas had masses, fly Nikes, splashes and Porsche glasses
Singles leather opponent, straight from the street baby
Polo jacket, baseball hat matchin' lookin' froze, dumb, unusual
I'm lyin', face the music boo, pendulum loops and swoops
Shells ain't nuttin' to conceal ya fool
I'm young but mostly swift from blunted
Think like chess, drink, note languages blessed
I'm from and era where niggas'll get caught for leathers
Shots are hollerin', hung knees up supportin' the weather
Who the fuck gots mines? Bringin' like Duran with Ross
Bet all y'all niggas are dyin' in cars
Fuckin' with me? It's like luxury
Flow like water in and out of doors, dare a nigga fuck wit' me

[Chorus:: Polite] (x2)
Eh, nah test this boy, spit fire
He got a sound like lightnin' and thunder
Eh, nah test this boy, spit fire
Honey bad sound boy test he get murdered

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
Yo, beat Gods sneakers look decent and he hard
Feel my giants, sway down, big pieces on yo
The bringers I flooded with more dough
Feel my effect, Lex get busy, wheel his own check now blow
Mountains get bagged, I'd rather count and just grag
Slap on crabs, Jags in the snow
Feelin' leather Khuzis and Uzis
Movies that bein' produced like rubees
One of the illest gaters salute me yo
Drive borrowed connects
Bought out Manhatten wit' cheques
Man I miss you, bank's next
Finger paintin' low like one of the Saints
Jim down, all white minks lookin' like 10 thou'
Staten Island Gotti, gats, we ain't leavin' without it
Take this here, you need cops, you ain't 'bout to stay in there
Get popped and the violence in rare
I can take care of yours, you take care of there's

[Hook: Polite]
Word is out, other rappers usin' their clout
Your hands ain't dipped no more, you just pissin' me off
From a jurisdiction where niggas come up missin'
Rides, get housed right
Niggas even battle for bitches
And their game is to get yours, ride through the zors
You sure? Suggest you're wise to see what time it is Lord
The plane ain't the same, the game kinda weakened your name
What you better do is spit flames

[Chorus:: Polite] (x2)
Eh, nah test this boy, spit fire
He got a sound like lightnin' and thunder
Eh, nah test this boy, spit fire
Honey bad sound boy test he get murdered

[Verse 3: Polite]
We spit fire, yeah it's on and nah testin' up the wrist
Me nah have to touch in my wrist, son me have to push to waste
And all the boy spit fire, me lick a shot to retire
So them can not move no further
I spit fire, then me call Ghostface Killah
Tell him that me just start to murder
Me spit fire, then me call Raekwon the Chef
Tell the boy run for the lawyer
Don't test this fire

[Hook: Polite]
Word is out, other rappers usin' their clout
Your hands ain't dipped no more, you just pissin' me off
From a jurisdiction where niggas come up missin'
Rides, get housed right
Niggas even battle for bitches
And their game is to get yours, ride through the zors
You sure? Suggest you're wise to see what time it is Lord
The plane ain't the same, the game kinda weakened your name
What you better do is spit flames

[Outro: Raekwon]
The first thing what we gotta do man
Is know what we gonna do with this +CREAM+ when we get it
I'm not tryna just be.. sitting on motherfuckin' 200 thou'
And actin' like I'm just gonna be a.. a drug dealer all my life son
I got bigger and better plans yo -> Raekwon from Striving for Perfection
Take that to the bank nigga
**************************************************
The Young Black[Intro: Ghostface Killah (Raekwon)]
Yeah... mm-hmm, yea... yea...
Yea... (what is it lord?) yo

[Ghostface Killah] (Raekwon) {both}
Shootout in Stechman's, fire in the city {a block away}
(One of Rick shots hit Missy)
The reason why he did it, his tank {was on E}
(Crib got raided and lost) {about three}
Fifty in gear (ten in silverware) another sixty
{That was married to his neck, arm and ear}
Just got divorced, Stephanie left him for a ball player
Took the kids and moved to Georgia
(Should I be as a man-thinker, for every action) There's a re-action
Seeing his case, he started spazzing
Gamma len in my only Clark, green and yellow God-God
(Size nine Magic, show face, fucking with stars)
Craig Mack blowout, braided (You got the new shit son?)
Bet he find a way {to out date it}
(Timberland mineral was rusted, man made corruption, taylor made producton)
He had a seed in a Wally jumper, Ronny Bump nephew
Butt ass, balled up in a corner in a comforter
Paulette was his main wiz, she guzzled 99 bananas
Squeezing niggas dicks {in front of cameras}
(Light skin Lil' Kim, Chanel grim) One nigga hitting that
(This the shit that rich niggas dreamt
Rick brother Pazone'll be home, estimate 30 days, brolic arm) Fresh out the cage
{Do the story seem intriging? When P come home
Will he have all these niggas mouths bleeding?}

[Chorus 2X: Raekwon]
The young black, travel to mix, we open eyes on a disc
Try to resist, reviving the rich
Airbrush money when we walk, most highly paid Cheeba hawk
Checking how he walk, tell a story lord

[Raekwon] (Ghostface Killah) {both}
Went down like Wednesday, Lounge gave a party at the way
{Seen armor truck money, everybody pay}
Niggas in the back watching, everything butter scotch
Kelly ass, bet if they dead it, it's watch
(Moving with the New Hampshire niggas) Ride them, catering
(Sleeping with them) {sneaky ass wizzes}
(Guess who appeared out the blue? Stark Drizzling)
Stood Pazone, laying in the Ac' with two women, how his whip look?
(The shit look dressy) Bend up vest piece (you know how his vest be)
Lavender bird, two inch beak, parakeet
Name Unique, who knew the 1 to the 40 in a week
12 o'clock on the diz-nock, we went to check the moon out
{Vibes I'm getting, I have to clear the room out}
Took his hat off, spiral (Used to be my idol)
{Thirty inch telephone} (Lip to his eyeball)
Playing a Bob mood, just answer out his pocket
{Real heavy} (Like he bought his rings from Liberace)
Had his parrot with him, Unique, you see these niggas fronting in here?
(Yo P, they pussy, with one gun in here, the music stop)
{Bitches drop} Shit jumped off by the bathroom
{Aiyo, oh shit, that's Sasoon}
(P jumped up, grabbed his ratchet, felt sorry for him
First shot was ill, clapped his parrot)
Blew him off son shoulder, so many feathers had the club coughing
{That's when Pazone lost it!} (He wigged out, crying, spit out
He's living like Dead Presidents, real life, he's letting it out)
It was a shotty that murdered pop
Guess who did it? {The slick young bitches on the stock}

[Chorus 2X]
**************************************************
Thousands to M’s[Intro: Raekwon]
Yo, send all the workers up to five b man, you know what time it is man
Niggas did good this week man, let's celebrate

[Raekwon]
Bottles of crew, bagging in the living room, high noon
Couple rachets, snares, the razors and earmuffs
Walkie joints chirping, niggas downstairs in the lobby converting
There's something next to live wires and goons
All in the sets hundreds to thousands, thousands to ms
Then tackle up the rims store, go and buy timbs
Hit the Popeyes, cops got eyes
We breezing through with nothing but fives
Puffing herb, we gon let the sun rise
They don't know niggas is slinging, what's the lingering?
Niggas ain't fiends, $400 jeans, cooling like it's England
Rather see me role in a hole, rocking state jeans and sneakers
Square sandwhich, juices and peaches
Not right now dick, this is our valve, we get down dick
None of that clown shit, we built it from a thou
See straight watchers, my niggas sleep, all of my unique poppers
Legends from the eighties came home, we got em eating poppers
Take money, eating steaks, being rude, feeding snakes
This is what get us all the planes and the eights
This is my land like Thailand, why?
Cuz I control it and I own it, But some say it's FBI land

[Chorus 2X: Skam2]
Now just gimme that, don't make me take that
The minute I'm finished with it, I go straight back
Re up and reload, keep up my workload
Homeboy this block is mine cuz I say so (what)

[Ill Bill]
Violation of the RICO Statute to cash rules
Cocaine is a hell of a drug, the fortune of intelligent thugs
We the ones that they write movies about
Beautiful pounds, got the best doobies in town
Shoot it the fuck out, wash money, wash the blood off of Benjamin's face
Defenders of the faith, measure the weight
Forever by itself, reaping pleasure from pain
We the best in the game, hit you in the chest and the brain
I move weight homie and expand like Scarface
Leave you hanging from the chopper like Omar Suarez
Ill Bill, suicidal live ayatollah, keeps it liver than al-Qaeda soldiers
Sign in the name of Allah Jehovah
Portable wars, the blowjobs never stop
Freak bitches won't stop, sniffin' till their nose pop
Nose candy enthusiast
Bitches able to swallow an entire one liter bottle, abuser shit
We super gangsta, accurately cruising for bangers
Ya'll in the womb rappers, happily remove you with hangers
We move like a federation of terror
Put you under the dirt, cus ain't no room in this equation for error

[Chorus 2X]
**************************************************
Why Don’t We Fall In Love[Intro: Raekwon:]
Yeah (whadup)
Another, another my nigga

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
We that cold weather
Sunk in the tent
Phone Valetta had the sweater
Paid 9 grand, on call machete
Fascinating in gun fights, wallabies is Chris
It's like a fresh new rhyme on the disk
Cut niggas like Zorro
Bullhorn gaff the borough that's Staten
New Brighton hell niggas, what's happening?
Harbor where the gangsters live
Stapleton, Smooth Willie's
All of us fly high
Peace to my goon Gilley
Chef, criminals have to eat ferocious
Six wheels, Maybach black, blowing on roaches
The empire is built from the ground up
I come around, what?
You get nothin' now
Stand there all frowned up
The emperor especially in buildings
Got a temper
No money coming slapping
Something down, it's suspenders
Now back to my shorty at hand
How you want it?
What's the plan?
Just be cool
Converse with your man

[Verse 2: Amerie]
So many things I'm going through
So much that I wanna do
It's starting to become so clear to me
Tomorrow ain't really guaranteed
So many days I've thought of you
It's about time you knew the truth
Got to act quickly you and I
We fall in love
So many reasons why

[Hook: Amerie]
Why don't we?
Why don't we?
Why don't we?
Why don't we?
Why don't we fall in love?

[Bridge: Amerie]
Why don't we fall in love?
It's so many reasons
It's the only thing that lies to me

[Verse 3: Amerie]
It takes such a load off to let you know
That you're the only one
I never want to go
Things I never did
Now I want to do
And love I never felt
Now I feel for you
Why?
I want to just swallow
Each and every ounce of my pride
Everything you do
I wanna feel again
Ain't no use for us to pretend

[Hook: 2x]

[Outro:]
Come with me
Tomorrow ain't guaranteed
**************************************************
To The Top[Verse 1: Maino]
Let's take it to the top like a escalator
To touch me, you need a elevator
Black mob, my team strong, my style greater
Smooth criminal, white linen on yellow gaiters
Started with a dream to make it to a key
Now, we hoppin' outta cars that never use a key
Came out hard off credit cards and open schemes
Now, it's women who make a livin' right on their knees
All them nights, prayed a night for better days
Feelin' like Biggie in them Versace Shades
Vegas lights, sparkles bright, I got a wave
Feelin' right, bitches nice, I can't behave
Chillin' in Miami with my Cuban piece
She won't let me leave, grabbing on my Cuban linen
Pop Models, pop mollies in large dose
Pack light, pack hammers at them Award Shows

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
Smoke screen, cooler than them boats, sellin' choke, jump out, the whole world know us
I'm only rich, floating
Real Deal Bentley, niggas
Feel them heaters, we them Beatles
Pull out on family members, snaking leaders
Quarter-Million shit on the stove
Got some real Brooklyn killer-stack niggas with me
Spit on your globe
Got my Lawyer in the back of the foyer
Eatin' sauteéd fish, pass the goya
My gun named Toya
Marble Floors in the Benz
The rims is regular
Come through, new lots ?
Adorned with a sword in his leather
And I've been on the walls
In Ossining. And bring it back
The best and my cleaver came with me
Yo, King with me, reload quickly
I'm surely down fifty a cheeba, elloquently
I relax in the Waldorf
Under the covers, and the sword off
Sweat this shit, growing a mohawk
Ready to blow off
**************************************************
You Might Die[Raekwon]
Yo, at night time, reflection from the mural
Federal bureau with ikes, did it all our lives
We Swiss bankers, cream making in Australia
Floss whales, we live, men, plus the son of the Mahalias
Gold plated horse with the wooden face, catch me up grace
Iceberg blanket, Queen Cheeba sheets
The Giganti's, paparazzi nazi, elbow money
Invisible glaciers, laying over rastas
Let the stars know, the crescent is the blessing
We came here to show and prove, make moves, for every dollar in the groove
Rhymes that's imported, wore platinum kitchens and shit
Niggas gave bitches, most got extorted

[Doo Wop]
Yo, aqua swiss iceberg wrist, the chocolate swiss miss
Love the Spanish kid, with the Starburst twist
Marvelous, with the '59, 50 fitteds, matching the kicks
That's crispier than Saint Nicolas fish
Do take, niggas slipping the disk, Wop and Rae world premiere shit
Like Sermon and Smith, homey, my sermom is swift
I got them powerful verse, that if
This was a church, the'll give a cripple person a lift
And now he crip walking, I ain't just talking
I do this thing often, ask Kenyon Martin
Last week, I gave his chain a bone
And told him, take this with you to Boston (the kid's awesome)

[Chorus 2X: Raekwon]
From every borough to borough, every castle to castle
We connect, put it down, and we ask you
Real niggas rapidly past you, mumbling, come on
Standing right in front of the building, son, nigga, you might die

[Doo Wop]
Yo, I came across the Verrazano, to polly with Mr. Polly, himself
Plus I need a pair of wally's with the cheddar melt
Goat snake skin to coincide with the belt
It's doe or die, baby, like Sosa, hold your penny up high

[Raekwon]
Aiyo, inkless colorless Aston, toast, nigga, post
One of the finest made taylors to sow
My medicine's growth, young popes, greatest of all time
Spoke, who drove off, had sixty horses on post
It's automatic magic, thirty kangols
Understand, fabric spray at faggots, close
The legacy's dying, fakers approach, hit him with the hater soap
Clap at your gators and snatch your hoe

[Doo Wop]
It's the 2 double 0 3, version of the Cold Crush
And Force MC's, I'm bout to force mc's
To get their weight up, yo Rae, I'm a DJ, and I'm still telling
Rap cats, to step they game up, ain't that some shit, playa?

[Interlude: Raekwon]
Hahaha, yeah bulletproof armor tank shit, nigga
P-9 material only, real niggas, Sing Sing style
Word up

[Chorus 2X]
**************************************************
Footsteps in the dark[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Catch me in them fisherman hats, rocking cannons kid
New improved Nikes on, flying through Atlanta Kid
Lounging, piffery lit, look who we wit
Yeah Denzel, Samuel, Brett Farve, and Brad Pitt
Chilling in thou kid, 2-1 and thou and a suit case
Bet that now lets blow the blue base
Def George Clooney and his goonies, wrapped up big
Play the left table the bitch with the wig
I looked, thats my nigga
She was a crooked one, yeah thats my nigga
Shuffling cards bitches bras off niggas is card sharks
They Jakes, crooked ass hops in the mix
Yeah we posted up assassins is laughing
Niggas in yellow Bentleys ninjas in front of the building
They from Cali p's gangster, chief eats
They're known to sweet beef then break out  lay low in the Aspens

[Verse 2: The Isely Brothers]
Are we really sure
Can a love that lasted for so long still endure?
Do I, really care? Hey, hey
Let's talk about the distractions goin' on elsewhere

[Chorus]
I keep hearin' footsteps baby
In the dark, in the dark
Why? I keep hearin' footsteps baby
In the dark, in the dark

My mind drifts now and then
Lookin' down dark corridors and wonders what might have been
Something's up ahead
Hey, should I keep this same direction or go back instead?

[Chorus]
Honey, now lets stop walkin' around
When there's love lost to be found
And you know I still care, I still care
What's the sense in goin' elsewhere?

Who feels really sure?
Can that feelin' guarantee your happiness shall endure?
And do we, really care? Hey, hey
Let's look at what's been happenin' and try to be more aware

[Chorus]
Yeah, lets stop walkin' around
Well when there's love lost, lost to be found
Honey, you know I still care, I still care
What's the sense in goin', goin' elsewhere?

Honey, lets stop walkin' around and around and around
When there's no love to be found
Baby, you know, I still care, I still care
What's the sense of goin', goin' elsewhere?
**************************************************
Russian Cut[Lord Superb]
I was blacked out with shades at the wake of my man
He's so grand, Had plans to go legit but couldn't quit
Misfit mentalities lead to death young, Hold your tongue
Don't get strung and fall victim to the street life
For real it's real, Still we blast steel
Write your will cause we will, Kill at will when it's real
Cream Team is the sun's equation, In this nation of free-basin
Crimes we be lacin, Keys get cut like Jason
Lifes we erasin, He got a lead donation at Jay Street train station
In the theater, I saw the drama go on
They actin like it can't happen, I yapped em did you clap em
That's confidential information, I move like Perry Mason
Inside Pappy Mason, Raekwon gave me education
He said it's one nation, Power in his bitch station
Queens was mine like, Fiends was mine
And we ain't pussy, Murder seeds we hot
Never divid, Even if our dreams collide, Yall on the other side

[Raekwon]
Thermometers hot, Shit boilin
The cast of Troy, Gun on my lap boy, Black boys shoot moist
Python linger from the Nike armor
The Prince Charmer, Select big armor now it's horror
Multi, Say it again, We regulate and take your pies
Rae had a mask on and blue eyes
Dirty work technique, Smoother the crime out like jerk meat
Merkin in the burnt three, He hurt me
Wild iris, Slide twist to Cyrus, Benz boat pirates
The ocean blue Nikes on, The livest
Blast sharks, Cliques like Noah's ark with darts
Me, Brush and cut it out in seventeen parts
The blood version, Three hundred rock watch surgeon
Broke, My man hold me, We all hold totes, Bring it on huh
The telethon, Seance, Smooth like suede on a baby arm
All grey on, The hygienic, Grinch list on my wish list
Gettin dusted up, Quick to stick ninety-seven up
There go Meryl Lynch mits, Brownsville bitch
Light the switch, Watch to ice ship, Shallah priceless
Big fish eat little fish faggot, Go head and try to rag it
Me, I just throw it down bag it, We blow holy
Roll a Dutch, Shout out to Power Cypher yeah
**************************************************
Hey Love[Verse 1: Raekwon]

Ayo I stabbed her in the mouth
And said peace you know I love you
Meet me in the park, lets park
I'll blow a blunt with you
Nigga I'm the truth kid last seen spotted in Vegas
[?] Kicks on the last lord skatin'
Bankrupt niggas, fuck em' we bank robbers in Chukas
Casino champs who ride around frontin'
Czonka shirts, half moon Caesars
Word to Regis they need us
Them old timer niggas move prestigious
Salmon, back slamma, backgammon playa'
Move V's us niggas all across the board bitches
I truly must say to dudes who upstate I feel ya pain
Now champagne bottles is gettin' drained
We toast to the real ones
Who walk around with silks and knives on
Pumas,[?], [?] on
Dons vs. corny dons, save it

[Verse 2: Stevie Wonder]

Hey love
May I have a word with you?
I'd like to tell you, yeah
Just what I've been going through
My nights are so long
As I watch each hour go by
Hoping and praying
That someday I will be your guy

Hey love
You're my one true soul desire
Hey love, baby
Can you feel this burning fire

Hey love
There's one thing I find so true
When you are near me
I go through a change or two
Hearing your footsteps
I hurry to catch your eye
And I stand there waiting, yeah
But girl, you just walk on by

Say love
With a cold heart you are dealing
Hey love, yeah
It's an awful hurting feeling

Hey love
Don't pass me without some sign
Just look me over, yeah
You might want to change your mind
**************************************************
Die Tonight[Verse 1]
So when it's over, we demanding our weapons
Stop, cock, shoot, now I'm in the ghost of perfections
Smooth Willie chilling with his Spartans
Fart in front of your bitch, squeeze her tits, move aside, pardon
Paid niggas don't talk, just straight to the bar
Buy the whole shit out, then light up a bark
Colorful kings, wardrobes is different from yours
You don't want no beef, better take it to Moe's
Put the drink on the side and say what
My mans with the turban on, mouth froze
Y'all niggas is fucked
He was my son out of Gun Hill, I know him through Tec
If it's the last thing we do, we gon get at his neck
Bartender, give me the check
Keep him right here, I'll be back
Now everybody knowing I'm connected
Hopped in a 7, left 57 of my wolves
This is personal, niggas don't fret
Ay yo

[Hook]
One more man gon die tonight
One more hand gon ride tonight
If it's a m on the table, I'm down
Yo, don't be yapping off at the mouth
When niggas don't see dude around

[Verse 2]
We in Kentucky Fried, lucky guy
Him and his kid
From the first, bite a bullet woulda flew through his wig
Be smooth, chill, wait for the kids
Older nigga not that stupid to see the gun on his rib
Fuck it, catch him by the crib
Yo, he live with his wiz
She the bow-legged stripper bitch we fingered in Liv
For a buck, she would guzzle your kids
And let you kick a tall-boy Heineken up in the shit
This wack-ass nigga fronting, yap about bids
Behind the walls, niggas pissed on him, gave him the biz
Just a tough guy fronting cause he famous and shit
Back in '89, baby crimes, rape and some shit
We should have killed him then
He dusted, look at his bib
I should have milked him right there and then
Fuck it, son, yo, guzzle the gin
Let's make the movie occur
To blow up in a Spur, yelling win

[Hook]
**************************************************
Legacy[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Here's the deal, 300 mil, we in the field
With the boots on, police on us for real
And I love it, my guns is rugged, bulletproof vans with plans
To stay gangstered up and scramble
With the rest of the stresses, the tests
My bank HSBC, yeah, feel all my blessings
While wild out, I'm mild out, calm and humble
Blow a hole in your soldier, come through
Beyond that, guns for combat, right in front of the lobby
My hobby just too ill to saw black
He ain't the shit, we ain't the shit
But we will squeeze for them keys, point black and spank ya shit
Always in Nike, pen filled gooses, leather knockouts on, Tropican' juices
One false move I'm pressing niggas, automatic buttons on 4/5ths
Nigga, what, respect the niggas

[Hook: Caesar]
Legacy, you're the don, legacy, you're the king
Stories of the hood, lights, the fame bring
We runs the past, the strong survive
For perfection we strive, the legends alive

[Verse 2: Xzibit]
Yeah, what up, Rae? Yeah, living legend
They say nothing worth having comes easily
Let's go get in, buzz it down and spread it out evenly
Camouflage my rides, blend with the scenery
And bang in the face of my enemy
Divine from the waist ain't no killing me, it runs in my family
Bloodline, prepare for the best, through tough times
Fifty car caravan, anything jumping
Got the wheel real big with the rims still rubbing
But my rims ain't touching, I'm a Defcon button
I'm a Russian made Kalashnikov, motherfucker
The same thing that builds you up, ain't reserve notes
Watermarks stacked, In God We Trust
But any man can and will be crushed, heaviest move like elephant tusk
Think you better adjust the way you approach, don't get too close
Because you might get hit with a shitbag, and a wheelchair dented in zig-zag

[Hook]
Legacy, you're the don, legacy, you're the king
Stories of the hood, lights, the fame bring
We runs the past, the strong survive
For perfection we strive, the legends alive

[Murs]
Huh, Murs, yo
Now when I first started out, they said I wouldn't make it
I'm made of less metal, probably just couldn't take it
I roll with my aces, certified assassins
Mid-city militia, we come through smashing
We fucking with them butterknives, we swinging them katanas
Sharper than piranhas, cutting through your body armor
It's all about honor, man, respect the code
Touch a point on your neck and make your chest explode
And the water turns vets into vegetables
You gotta, stay on point or be the next to go
Whether, dickies or chucks, or the guess and low
It's all one love, homie, rep your coast
Cause fame is elusive, respect is the prize
Is he less of a man, you can check through his eyes
Those guys with subversive plots
Be the ones you despise, and the first to watch, hah

[Hook]
**************************************************
Wake UpChorus -
(One) gun go off, showin' everything is lost
(Two) hold between me and you, these the rules, c'mon
(Three) yo, we gotta stand together to take cream'n
(Four) without me and you the crew just could never be

Verse 1:
Imaginative mental, blood flyin'
The most hardest niggas cock they iron
Foul, live like a Lion
Listen to the streets and your gun go off
Sorta like a show off
Jungle way of livin', hittin' dro off
Lifestyle changes niggas see that
They gettin' anxious just to throw one in your ski hat
Watch your language, yeah, you fresher than a Million bucks
You got a new hustle, you hardly knew niggas would envy lust
They gettin' hungrier and niggas bust
They lit a bigger dutch
Fixin' them Calicos to dig your guts
Detectives roam
Niggas come home and got a bigger dome
Ready to zone on what a nigga own
Caught in the mischief
How can you live when it's a sickness
That sorrounds that projects and the trenches
Walkin' through the bushes at night
You gotta be sharp like a butcher knife
Subtly show up when the jooks is right
And everything will have a major like
Whether it's black or white
Nobody knows until they snatch your life
Wake up son, the season's just a thing the mind make up
It's only real kid, ha, wake up!

Chorus 2x

Verse 2:
The meat market pardon me, the heat market
Chill, we got it on lock, the nigga got to sweet talkin'
I gotta eat and got the beast targeted
Relax, my Brothers on 'role, niggas got police barkin'
They want us killed, sieze the sargent
Blowin' each cartridge
We ill, realer in each market
Feel the leather jacket, sleek ostrich
Unleash the arsonist, just popped the wig off of each hostage
Make it real and make his niece watch it
Yokin' Grandmothers up, we kill until his peeps squash it
Verse is somethin' mean regardless
A green jar of harvest
Just smoke, niggas got the green Garcia's
A terrifying team of heartless
Move on the Narcs's
We only on it for extreme profits
And anyway we dream darkness
I saw it through the Jean Paul Gotier mint green gleam optics
So wake up Son, the season's just a thing the mind make up
It's only real kid, ha, wake up

Chorus 2x

Verse 3:
A message from Elijah's kids
My eyes opened, got wise on the biz
Start risin' my wig
Seen everything I saw before
Had dreams behind a wall
All I wanted was to balance my all
Make it through feedin' my kind
Readin' the lines
On how the dollar bill is shaped and designed
Taught from the Eighties
Talk, build, and protect all Babies
Strong shelters with strong Ladies
A nigga died, died amongst Daisies
He did it for the Babies
Thats peace, feed 'em if they gettin' lazy

Chorus 2x
**************************************************
Gotta Have It[Chorus: Boy Big]
See we gotta have it
Me and my niggas here to lay you down
Ain't playing, so hit the floor
And don't make no fucking sound
We gotta have it
We move just like the mob, do
This game is real, caps get peeled
Fuck around, I'll have to murk you

[Raekwon]
Yo, from cocktails, 3-80's with the M-1, we bury the jewelry store
Posting, yelling 'get yours', we on Pivot
Coke pilot mink, Kay Gatling Island, Trini and Chi
All day gangsta, murda niggas, sleep
We at the red light, mapped 'em, drove through, as all block
Caught they attention, I leaned
Time Magazine with my face on it, how we position the CREAM
Niggas is large, they all start scheming
Whatever, truck 'em in them leathers, we was stuck together
Fuck around and have to shoot off fingers, yo
You know it, approach the glass with the maskes on
No time for freeze, just pull out and blast on 'em
Sat back, Denzel status, Man on Fire
Had the burner with the flash on it
Skated with six hundred and cash, he did the dummy
We splashed 'em, then boat it in a CLS glass, we vicious

[Chorus]

[Brolic]
Come one, I see my cash is getting low
And if I can't shake no dough, what the fuck am I living for
It's easy for my heater, just to let these niggas know
At the same time, I will take mines to persue to my cash flow
You know you gotta be sick with it
Call up my mans, cuz we about to go get it
A hundred grand is you wit it, a smash for the cause
Looting to the spot, putting everybody on pause
Let me see a broke jaw, nigga, I want it all
I'm talking to all of ya'll, don't get it, you gon' fall
Or fuck it, you gon' crawl, my nigga, we laying law
We cock back the strap, attack and shake it off

[Chorus]

[Gravy]
Glocks'll get at you, and body your position
In this rap, fire my ratchet, I'm shutting this rap
Caddy steel, face the back, or blown the fuck off from rap
Reach across and blow this shit out your boss in the back
Survived in a porsche, I rap, at a buck 80 verse
Or verse, daddy, let's do it for change
I'm forty eight hundred grams, one chain, the trend, a new range
Or any project bench, with all my shit on
Flashy don, Gucci on uptowns
Fucking up classics, gay baskets, D.H. niggas
Won't snitch for shit, criminals that spit
Oh shit, I forgot all about you man, twenty and change
Ferocious tongues, coming at you, redirecting your whole shit
Blunt stole, dealing sick
Glocks'll blow chunks out your face, looking up in the sky
Seeing Ol' Dirty's face in the cloud

[Chorus 2X]
**************************************************
I’m A BossRicky Ross, Raekwon the chef
Thrill 5 M I A, yo
Y'all know what time it is, trilla, boss
When I'm in the crib, know what time it is
I'm trying to get a mill, so money I can feel
Fuck a bank account, boss, keep my money in bags
If you coming here funny, I'm gunning your ass
Nigga, take a look at me, Ross, tell me what's fucking funny
Bitch, I'm a top shotter, see all the macks, gunny
Now I'm the pacman, I keep the packs coming
And I got a whole lot, so when that shack coming, baby
I can hold mine or I can pitch back
Or I can run an option, get it popping, whip that
All my Cuban links, still rocking they Cuban Linx
And they ready to swim, give me the Cuban six
I got it orchestrated 'cause I'm a communist
Running for the charms, some left on the wrist
My nigga Raekwon, yeah, he the fucking chef
So what we cook in the kitchen, he taste the fucking best
Nigga, I'm a boss, you can catch me with the top knocked off
In the trap, getting blocks knocked off
'Cause nigga, I'm a boss and I'ma show these niggas I ain't gotta talk
I got a chauffeur, nigga, I ain't got to walk
'Cause nigga, I'm a boss, cross the line, pay the fine top cost
Lose your mind when the nine pop off
'Cause nigga, I'm a boss, I'm a boss, I'm a boss
'Cause nigga, I'm a boss, I'm a boss, I'm a boss
You know we rich, Rick, my vultures, they get dip, we posting
It's in motion when that blow come, we flip-flip
Can't take us nowhere, pa, too many spaceships
Lay in the open, new Nike's with glaciers
Love robbing niggas, cracking heads open
It's like tennis, pa, I'm like Venus with the legs smoking
Piping hot heroes, gun deleros, new Aston
Sky blue jammy, skating on zeros
Shorts on, tree lance, cable on, hang to my navel
Diamond down, smoking cheeba, Grey Goose
Dreaming bout lasagna, the beat watery
Half glass of Whiskey, fly light skin little shorty
All my bitches they bang, it's obvious, we be the gods
Rep me and my mobster sang
We monsters, rocket launchers, razor blades
With wands on, shoot up the telly, go bonkers
Nigga, I'm a boss, you can catch me with the top knocked off
In the trap, getting blocks knocked off
'Cause nigga, I'm a boss and I'ma show these niggas I ain't gotta talk
I got a chauffeur, nigga, I ain't got to walk
'Cause nigga, I'm a boss, cross the line, pay the fine top cost
Lose your mind when the nine pop off
'Cause nigga, I'm a boss, I'm a boss, I'm a boss
'Cause nigga, I'm a boss, I'm a boss, I'm a boss
Yo, I'm the money collector for that money I'll stretch ya
I flat line you with that gun that's up under my dresser
I be handling pies, goddamn it I'm fly
It's so high, that if I jump I'll land in the sky
You ain't pushing no weight, you a pussy, you fake
I be cooking that base, butter just look at they face
Lite keep 'em coming back, the Don, keep 'em coming back
It's the boss and Rick Ross on the fucking track
Nigga, I'm a boss, you can catch me with the top knocked off
In the trap, getting blocks knocked off
'Cause nigga, I'm a boss and I'ma show these niggas I ain't gotta talk
I got a chauffeur, nigga, I ain't got to walk
'Cause nigga, I'm a boss, cross the line, pay the fine top cost
Lose your mind when the nine pop off
'Cause nigga, I'm a boss, I'm a boss, I'm a boss
'Cause nigga, I'm a boss, I'm a boss, I'm a boss
**************************************************
Back Stabbers[Intro: Raekwon]

Bring some of that chocolate. God damn. Let's get it
Titanium niggas

[Verse 1: Raekwon]

Potentest smoker wrote this
The nigga in a black Aston an he roll with Ghost
They like two wild Jamaicans that don't play
Bud and guns get blown, lift the top of your toupee
Fingers on the side of my eyes
Don't care about the next niggas thoughts
Kiss ya corpse and die
Behead niggas the sword got a license
Driving a new S, kidnap niggas like ISIS
Fuckery I hate it
See a lot of them snake niggas live next to you, just sayin'
In the Mandalay faded
Don Julio, waiter tip the whore, stop playing, get acquainted
Look you the Chef, the cook, I got stressed and looked
He had a vest on, expect the jux
We got your back daddy, hood niggas got you
Word in jail don't let nothing touch the God or shots

[Verse 2: The O'Jays]

(What they do)
(They smile in your face)
All the time they want to take your place
The back stabbers (back stabbers)
(They smile in your face)
All the time they want to take your place
The back stabbers (back stabbers)

All you fellows who have someone
And you really care, yeah, yeah
Then it's all of you fellows
Who better beware, yeah yeah
Somebody's out to get your lady
A few of your buddies they sure look shady
Blades are long, clenched tight in their fist
Aimin' straight at your back
And I don't think they'll miss

(What they do)
(They smile in your face)
All the time they want to take your place
The back stabbers (back stabbers)
I keep gettin' all these visits
From my friends, yeah, what they doin to me
They come to my house
Again and again and again and again, yeah
So are they there to see my woman
I don't even be home but they just keep on comin'
What can I do to get on the right track
I wish they'd take some of these knives off my back

(What they do)
(They smile in your face)
All the time they want to take your place
The back stabbers
(Back stabbers)
Low down, dirty

(What they do)
(They smile in your face)
Smiling faces
Smiling faces sometimes tell lies (back stabbers)
(They smile in your face)
I don't need low down
Dirty bastards (back stabbers)
**************************************************
Rap Killers[Intro: Raekwon]
The Vatican, underground academy
Jazze Cuts, Skeezo, good looking
(Yo, Kay what up, let's go baby)

[Raekwon]
Nine silver Ferrari's, hard body
Moving through the town, with brown on us
Clowns don't love us, discussed and ropes on
The oath, the big mold bread, the stages is red
You never reapproach, bulletproof down in diesel shit
Lethal with the pen, the sequel, bitch
Rich will deceive you, flying at 90, the boss
Red Porsche, this the time when I get mine
I rhyme til I'm hoarse, good weather, caught in the cross
Break porcelain when I rap, it's only right
I flash on the source, extra my curriculars major
Register this, we miss you will die later
Caught in a bliss, this stormy weather winter hat
Moving in with Benz jackets and action
This is all about who get endorsed
This for stabbers, night time paper Mick Jaggers
Jag Benz Maybach braggers, caught up in the sport
Speak French and eat with the chimps, the underground academy
I rap rapidly and clap at the pimps
One shot'll blow a hostile's wig off
Me crafted by the mobsters, Vatican's blast ya shit off
I'm caught up in the level of largeness
Chef Oliver, a denny boy, getting money, we mob kids
Pushing through Paris, lavish lifestyle with no marriage
Only big Euro's, we hero's

[Hook: Raekwon]
We them rap killers (come through the town, dunny move)
We them rap killers (fuck around with mine and you lose)
We them rap killers...
**************************************************
I’ll Be Good[Intro]
Hey yo, lemme get a turkey burger. Swiss cheese on it
Give me some, some fries, sweet potato fries and shit
[Verse 1: Raekwon]
He got popped at Johnny [?],plate hit the floor, he played dead, she walked out
Fuck the nigga Rae
White leather bloody
Yo call the ambulance nigga, your wife shot you yo pa this is ugly
Pointed to the charm on his neck, took it off, "Give it to Brenda"
His old aunt, she transgender
Yo I don't know him. Police jumped out rollin
Get away, he got a boulder, sipping Coca-Cola
Officer Brown, a faggot
He killed my kin Big Case in October
Nigga started lookin, fuck you I'm booking
And bounced, threw my shick on the ground, I'm coming Brooklyn
Never been a shook one, if anything [?] I book niggas
Full time hustler, yup crook niggas
Yeah we seen what happened, young nigga thirty years old
His father was into cooking

[Verse 2: Rene & Angela]

Flash, we meet
Passin' in the streets
Words unspoken
Silence unbroken, hey

Just by chance
We fell into romance
The cry of success
Left no room to guess

Oh, no (Oh, no)
Love has knocked us down and scored
We've been twice around the block before
Know the changes you've been through
My promise is to you

I'll be good
Ooh, ooh (Ooh, ooh)
Better than before
You know I'll love you more

I'll be good
Ooh, ooh (Ooh, ooh)
Better than before
You know I'll love you more

I fell in love so quick
I knew that this was it
So much emotion
Made so much devotion

And when we talk
We're never miles apart
Your telephone line
Is tied right to my heart

(Love me, baby)
Your love has knocked me down and scored
(Knock me out, baby)
You may hide and close your door
(Baby, baby)
Open up, I swear it's true
(What you gonna do)

I'll be good {I just wanna be good}
To you (How good)
Better than before (Mmm...)
You know I'll love you more

I'll be good
Will you be good, boy
{So good}, so good {Hey}
Better than before
You know I'll love you more

When we talk
We're never miles apart
Telephone line (Telephone line)
Tied straight to my heart

I fell in love so quick
I thought my mind was playin' tricks
One twist of fate
Made it somethin' so great

Let me show you how to live
Stop goin' from town to town
Don't be afraid to give
Time to settle down

When I'm good I'm bad
And when I'm bad I'm better
When I'm at my best
There's no room to guess

I'll be good
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Better than before
You know I'll love you more

I'll be good
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Mmm... ooh

I'll be good
Better than before
Know I'll love you more
Better than before
You know I'll love you more

I'll be good, good, good, good
I'll be good, good, good, good
I'll be good, good, good, good
I'll be good, good, good, good
I'll be good, good, good, good
I'll be good, good, good, good
**************************************************
The Watch(featuring Raekwon)

[singer]
Tony for mayor.. (x4)

[Ghostface Killah]
Catch me in a crisp blue six, deep dish
Doors is crisp, velour stop at the wrist
Watch is involved, talk to me Trick Daddy
I liked the way you tilt ya hat up in that Caddy son
Can't believe you the most slept on
Took a break since the Cuban, niggas lookin' like you just repped wrong
You done slimmed down a bit, got caught with the hammer
Steal banners, medical examiners, clocked live hammers
For real, you a live nigga, rock ya five in ya slippers
Like them other five guys in ya picture
Come on, watch, I'm the star of the show, so blow then
Mothafucka, you ain't blew in three years
You son of a bitch, that's why I rock the big shit
Don't forget who you is, nigga, you my little shit
I will crush you to pieces, stop ya heart from tickin'
And you mad 'cause you a older clock, couple rocks missin'
And my Breitling--the band: you can say it's iced lightning
You don't like him, do you? You wanna fight him
In fact, I should've put you back, relaxed on the stones
And copped the two-thousand leather in snow cones
A bowl of milk almost killed you, ak, you almost drowned in Pops
I bought another box, I'ma keep it real with you
And I'ma murder you if ya bitch-ass get on my nerves again

[Raekwon (as "the watch")]
Yo, Ghost, you'se a funny nigga
Turn on the radio, all you hear is X and Jigga
Ha ha, you vexed, nigga?
No airplay

[Ghostface Killah]
Bet my gat spray

[Raekwon (as "the watch")]
Yo, that's hearsay you spray hairspray
And up North, nigga, you ain't gettin' jailplay

[Ghostface Killah]
(How you know?)

[Raekwon (as "the watch")]
Yo, it's obvious, Clan's day

[Ghostface Killah]
Hold on, let me park my shit
Let me find out this nigga barkin' and shit I'm a Don of this shit
And you know that shit I wrote with Golden Arms is a hit
My Wallos show off, go off like an alarm in the six
Draped in yellow and I'm still poppin'
My movie life in the hood is like an ill doctrine
Beat trial with illegal aide, fuck Cochrane
And if it's on I might blow you if I'm boxed in.. {*echoes*}

[Raekwon (as "the watch")]
Yo what's wrong man?
Yo, yo, yo, what you doin', man?
Yo, man, chill out, man

[Ghostface Killah]
Don't even worry

[Raekwon (as "the watch")]
Why you..

[Ghostface Killah]
Ok

[Raekwon (as "the watch")]
Come on, son
We can't.. don't depart us like that, son
Come on

[Ghostface Killah]
I'ma destroy you

[Raekwon (as "the watch")]
Come on, man

[Ghostface Killah]
You pop too much shit

[Raekwon (as "the watch")]
Come on, man, I'm just tellin' you time

[Ghostface Killah]
It ain't even like that, you know who bought you
A nigga's just fuckin' with you, man

[Ghostface Killah]
Bye!

[singer]
Tony for mayor.. {*repeats to fade*}

[Outro: Ghostface Killah (Raekwon)]
Yo, let me tell y'all mothafuckas somethin'
(Shoot one of those niggas, Lord)
We could battle for belts, ice (Type shit)
Whatever the fuck you want to do
Let me tell y'all somethin'
This the Theodore Unit, mothafucka
We takin' the bait of this shit
That's word to my momma, man
(Staten Island, nigga, what, nigga?)
Coke, spoon throwers (Get ya money right)
(Gotta know how real do this)
Slew-footed mothafuckas, I pop all y'all niggas
Y'all niggas is fucked, straight up
We back in here now, mothafuckas
It's the fuckin' Unit, you heard
That's the Theodore Unit
Y'all mothafuckas better recognize
Aight? That's my word
(Yeah, nigga, yeah)
**************************************************
Good Kush[Hook 2X: Jagged Edge]
I said hold up, ma, I'll make you look good, get it understood
Don't get it twisted, when I ride through the hood
26 inches, blowing nothing but the good
Got the Alpine bumping

[Raekwon]
Extra saucy, fly niggas is flossy, caught 'em in the Bentley wagging
Swinging remorsely, guns I'm waving 'em
Braze a nigga facial, still in the hood, got my hands and them lazers, now
Blow them niggas labels down, rhyme, I brag
Yellow Jag', elephant black leather
The Tuskigi look, I master the swagger rhyming
Playing corners, shopping enormous, rocking black watch faces
The band is racist, I'm mourning
I feel like Malcolm in his prime, nines on me
Kill them lines, we living in them airs with wears
You heard of us, the most powerful glastrinomical
I'm used to big shit, light hitting off the big tower, boo
You know I'm puffin' that good kush, hood 'dro, slide through
Antique whip, helping the hood blow, I'm all about papers
The face makers, who chase heavy, thick cake, head of the state
Fire escape capers...
**************************************************
Who Shot Ya (Freestyle)[Intro]
No that nigag didn’t come out of a motherfuckin’ balloon in the air
That nigga’s ill, he landed on the projects with that shit
Crazy, B, crazy
Ah man, it’s this nigga Rae right here, right
Yeah, 2013 bullets, huh?
That’s what I’m talkin’ about
Real

[Verse]
Fly down to Vegas and fuck, drop a half a ‘mil
Table it up, silks cable it up
I’m from the grain, entertainers get scooped and trapped
Pull a navy blue Uzi out and roof your ‘Lac
Crap table, King, Black Jack, gangsters with chains on
69 blue jean denims, OJs on
Relax, blunt’s on me, black weed gritty
Parlay with the wrangler posse in the city, yo
Overdose confidence, gun in the console, concord jet to the Congos
Bagging everything up, swag on a million, blindfold
Can’t see nothing I wear, fronting out here
They ask me how I’m eating, I be hunting out here, yeah
Godzilla rap and them labels
Hugh blow fiend, heron don, Levis is plainclothes
So many rings plus surrounded by kings
Sitting back in the fourth row, examining Queens
They like “Chef, yo, you built for it meet at the Biltmore”
Any violations I agree to get killed for it
Where’s the real rap? Niggas is lost now
Hmm, how much it cost now to marry it up?
Divorce it, blaow, extortion style
Shoot the first nigga who talk, you lost your style
My next album might be called The Wild
Wolverines, bears and whales, no snails
Foxes, good Great Danes, that’s all, he Cale
Kill all the rats, for real
They live in the hoods
They all come out convinced to sell
Little clothes niggas is frail
‘Cause when he rap it’s like poisonous lines that’s rich
Mix together virgin blood and gallons of piss, yo
The real lowdown in the midst
I come like Sandy in the middle of the year like Christmas
Kango, Santa skully, emerald green
Rockin’ dark green Wallabies, blowing the beam
On the go, yo, bowling for cream
And I’ll be here for the next ten years for the team

[Outro]
Yo, oh shit
Pacquiao just got knocked the fuck out by Marquez, nigga
Oh shit
**************************************************
Giant Size* unedited lyrics; The PJ's soundtrack is clean

[Intro: Chip Banks of American Cream Team]
What? Aiyyo, y'all wanna do a track wit us or some shit?
We the billion dollar boys club
What you got a hundred thousand for us? The fuck's that?
Three rings and a hair cut or some shit?
Aiyyo, American Cream Team, baby
Heavy hitters, New York City Giants
Gamble for plots and 4 better for spots and things of that nature
Pop off

[Superb of American Cream Team]
I don't rock wit hoes, I puff Optimos
Your label ship gold, but only copper sold
Perb got flows, everybody and God knows
Fuck a bitch for two dimes, she got to cop those
Used to be a thug, now he wear cop clothes
Try to come to the hood and we shot hoes

[Chip Banks of American Cream Team]
I don't care who you got a deal wit or who you chill wit
Banky'll run up in your session and shut you down on some real shit
Till the Chef be like (Chill, kid)
That's word to Abola Perrione, dem not know who they deal wit
Chef Banks, uh-huh, slash Banky
Got the whole world callin Flex tryin to transtate me
Said New Jack City 2, Banky B. Nino, push a 2000 benz-ino

[Killa Sin of Killarmy]
These rap icons, mass spit fire out of cons
Fuck a bigon, rely on ion in my python
We squeeze off, long disc when we piss
Resort this, gun powder coverin wrist is blastphemist
Shotties say, "Fuck!", cursin my name
Knowin damn well, I'm hurtin the same
What part of the game you playin?
Kid, I'm sayin, yo, three months ago you was on
You fallin short now, chasin a don, you're money ain't loned
Faggot fuck, bag him, stick him in the back of my truck
Strip him and smack him up for actin up
Be slitherin, hit him in the rips again
Broke the code of honor that we livin in
Depleted the whole click, is never when
But never that

[Chorus: Raekwon]
Aiyyo, there it go again, same shit, just rep
Show me ya holdin kid, control ya rep when we rollin
Worldwide, niggas look live, collection cream by a land slide
Settin up to son, won the grand prize
Stand up, why? Where it came from? Accord and the 5
Where the name from? Read the Rob, yo
Yo, while we handglide, slang lye
Chill, ya better recognize, cuz it's cut out for big shit, Giant Size

[Polite of American Cream Team]
Yo, we from the ghetto, the land where everythin is real
Nights was tough, days came hard as steel
Still we played the field like players witout contracts
Broke the trends and the fans far beyond that
Comin to America, now we tradin places (uh-huh)
New faces in the hood, and they racist (uh-huh)
]From all the squeezin, they callin the precinct
We could battle in ya PJ's or battle in the becon!

[Raekwon]
I kick vocals at the top of my lungs, drunk
Playin cards, young start wildin on dunns with guns
Remmy doctor, old man jams with voice of Hoffa
Chill, slap shorty up at the opera (Battle in the becon!)
Uncle got the Kangaroo, rock the Kangaroo, boo
Start cursin out white boys shoes, you wild
Thirstin Howl wit a growl start barkin at crowds
He actin like he got shark skin now

[Kingpin of American Cream Team]
I lace my hookers with G-String, Liz Clairborne
Don the King, hustlin, nigga Don I mean
Exquisite, a radiant, brilliant chemist
American Cream Team, billion buck spenders
Strip boutiques, advantage, get move on
We too strong, the menace, nothin to lose con
Yachts we cruise on, money that's too long
Pull out a check book, coupon, purchase the Yukon

[Chorus]

[Outro: Raekwon]
It's never been a game, stop playin, stop playin (repeat to fade)
**************************************************
Run (Freestyle)[Intro: Raekwon]
Son! Come on, man
Leave them Phillies, man, we out, man, let's go, man...

[Raekwon]
I skated through the back of the building, hit the steps up
Ran up in Kay crib, lay daddy rest
I had to break free, police on me and they FB's
Yelling "I think his name Lex, that's his aunt, freeze"
That's when I hit the window, indo' coming out the back room
Boom, Pretty and his man, Black Caesar
Damn, they saw me and they bustin' at me
Cab just missed me, plus them goochie frames, foul, that's six fifty
Stop back at suite, them leaf defense slid through my man garden
Yelled out 'pardon', kept it moving, peace
Build be gone, ain't no honor amongst thieves
Please, plus they heard I'm getting parmagane cheese
And I won't stop moving til the metal dig me
Say word, yo, make 'em work for it, young rookie, y'all need me
That's when it is, what it is, if it's that or the cup
But in the ill gangstas book what they niggas do is
(Run) That's what it is, what it is, yo
(Run) That's when they try to get biz to niggas
Gold objects, flying through the projects
Young thugs is ducking, send babies to Spofford
**************************************************
Purple Jag[Intro: Raekwon (Postaboy)]
What up soldier? (What up playboy?)
Yeah, yeah this is Shaolin reporting in (OK)
Checkin' you out, I'm hearin' about Force Reveal (yeah, yeah)
They said one kid, that's standin' real grown out there right now
(I, go, by the name of Posta)
That's my man! So, yo, son? (What up, Rae?)
You know what you gotta do!

[Postaboy]
Aiyo, I don't give a fuck what level you on
When the metal is drawn, either your life or your bezel is gone
I don't really wanna hurt ya'll fags but I'm sitting on paper
I got Universal mad, Raekwon in a purple Jag
P.B. in a cantaloupe Hummer with commercial tags
Ya'll ask the chicks who wrap the bricks
I'm out to give Harlem, a quick flashback of Rich
I'm blow like C4, burn up be more
Layin' that Cheetah, next day in a G4
Think like a veteran, choppin' and measurin'
Always got a way, but God got eleven in
Little kids follow me, women, they acknowledge me
New year, new rules, and a new policy
Posta good, Posta hood, Posta real, Posta do what Posta could
P.B. stay blowin' a stink
When the girls give me a hug, they all smell the dro on the mink
Go line for line, dart for dart, heart to heart
We layin' on top of charts
See me buggin on Melrose, low top shell toes
Suede addition, U.S. don't sell those
Posta hot, Posta not, did Posta flop?
Please get off of, of Posta cock

[Interlude; Postaboy]
OK? Ya'll little chumps roll out the red carpet
For the Postaboy, man, I got Uncle Rae with me
Raekwon the Chef, is in the building
Might wanna holla!

[Raekwon]
Catch me at a Balley convention, sweater look, worth the money
Auctionin' and buy me a building
Matter fact niggas, might try to bubble in it
You know, the X.T. Click, niggas fell in love with it
Jumpin' out of Akademic jumpers, Nike pumps, jewelry down
G'in' like Trump, sweetie, you drunk
Position my thoughts, heavy loss
Root for the Maybach, one for your girl, you write it off
With the new color, only six made, we in the world, like
Whatever we rockin', that's on the trade
Whata's the verdict? It's murder, we preserve, niggas
Automatic birds, hang gun hammers, grenades, got words on you
Swerve on you, browsin', all through your housing
Jakes stop me, try to take forty thousand
Playin' it kid, you won't make a thousand
Yeah, the Larry Davis version, force to build Shaolin

[Outro: sample]
But now my time, has come
And time, time, is not on you side
**************************************************
Calligraphy[Intro]
My nigga give me a few dimes
Going up the block to bag the eights up

[Verse]
Congratulations young nigga now your gun game's grown
With no respect for your elders I'ma mail y'all clones
Y'all been fighting but no change came
Mami just maintain, sick lessons from Rae, we dated in Spain
Eating good foods, he's a good dude
Word to your pops, they had a beef, Rae shot him in his twat
Wisen up shorty pull up your Evisu's Weisel
You can't make a living with no knowledge, you see Juice?
White man with regals, pull up to the crib with a fucked up joint
Fly laugh get to the point, peoples
Y'all get to here what I say
I'm the invincible to y'all non-lynchable is Rae
Just give me my paper I'ma meet Shaq in Jamaica
And close down the Bally store, them bricks made me wake up
The police they swore when they catch me they would snatch me
And bury me alive with some old dough exactly
Stocks and kangos quit fucking around, don't slip
Sparking every leaf, I slang those mangos
Bag of zigs mind your business, while establish my businesses
All I get is money flying them sixes, uhh
My blood pressure off the meat rack, come to the lab check the heat rack
A few silencers, fours, my doors they swing like whores in London
Stertchpants and stripes, strangling jaws
Dick sucks on weekends, smoke cheeba in the beacon
You know my nigga Keyon and leak friend?
Slick talk this weed [?]
The hardest wool legged and sheep skins
**************************************************
Asshole[Intro: Raekwon]
Let's do this shit, man
Word up, let me get this dutch out
Yo look, stupid motherfucka got bagged across the street, look at him
He a fucking clown, I told that nigga, man, damn, man

[Raekwon]
Ayo, son a asshole, he just got bagged
Tried to fuckin' tell a nigga, yo, he just laughed, I smoked me a bag
I felt bad, but yo, I had still had to call up his dad
Yo dun, your son got rocked with thirty one cracks, he just spazzed
Dropped his corn beef hash, call granny up
Actin' like he hear me, "Yo Rae, call us a cab"
You mad, you not getting me to go with your ass
Trying to walk up in the preacher with your smoked out ass
We got there, nigga scratching his beard, yeah
You got it from here, I'm airin', I won't be the victim you flash
Picture this shit, this dumb ass
Get to pointin' niggas out, talkin' whoomp, whoomp, whoomp, I blow past
White cops staring at me, by then, they threw the fare at me
I was just a dare, Mr. Woods, ear tapped me
Yo, holla at me, Priest surrounded me, then popped collars at me
I was on some bullshit, laughing
Questionin' the size of me, shorty, pop singin' like the Isley
He all high, and his eyes won't lie to me
Yo ride with me, yo, you wildin'
Cops is on the floor out of it, I'm like a child in a robbery
Yeah nigga, popping your shit, keep poppin' your lip
That little white crust, fell off his fit
You just an asshole, fuck you Rae, fuck all them niggas in the building
That never kept it real with a play
Not the frame, Rae, analyze the picture, you'se a bitch nigga
Your son, your life, they all gon' get ya
Let's talk business for what? Get off them niggas
They don't respect you, I'm the cat paying ya bitches

[Chorus: Raekwon]
Niggas that be snitchin' on the block, kid
Son, you gotta just be watch your move
Niggas don't be having no respect, kid
The'll try to knock you off, off
Taking it right to your mom's apartment
Jumping out on the front of your whip
So many niggas all in your business
Now the system on your dick, quick
**************************************************
Chupa Cabra[Intro: Raekwon]
Yeah yeah yo
Yeah yeah we got a big meeting tonight and shit man
Word up I got everybody coming through
Know what I'm saying?
It's about 60 employees
Niggas got a lotta shit on the table man
Word up man some big things been happening but shit
You know what I'm saying?
I just want to inform niggas
Word up man come get this bread too man word up man

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
We at the [?] blowing on piff
Got the spliff barking my wrist glaring up
Blazing cold shark skin dicing with Tyson and Sugar Ray
Burning up a lot of ones cooling in the sauna all kind of Asians
Introducing my connects Lexis automor bed
She shot in the room and bought out the checks
You never know if there's cameras in here
I said in low tones flashing the gold phone around with begets
Yeah for you it's a big come up good looking out my nigga
Ninjas like you I ride to the death
I just stared nodding my head said it's peace soldier you just hood clumsy
But always kept it real I'm impressed
I ran a [?] like I was the best
Feeding my whores I gotta ranch spot that's killing up techs
The pussy $9.95 only cash no exceptions they all ill with ass injections yo

[Hook: N.O.R.E.]
Anybody get it, everybody killer
Heights like, trife life drug dealer
A legend never seen like a chupa cabra
CNN, stick up shit, we on that ra ra

[Verse 2: N.O.R.E. & Capone]
Homie creeping out the lobby, hot as wasabi
I bet the doctor's party couldn't see as high as I be
I'm on the second floor with the .44, watching the entrance
While you pat him down Glock on the benches
We on some cab takin' shit, racist Jamaican shit
Put his shoes and money all in a bag we raid him shit
Yeah I know this Taliban, Afghanistan Pakistan
Tell him, "make a wrong move, then we blast his man"
Then I bust off, yellow tops like duck sauce
[?] cut from a different cloth
His moms is Miss Jones damn why you shoot her Pop?
Fuck everybody could get it there's no rules in guap
Then 'Pone told me, he was close to him
I felt bad, I just put the toast' to him
That's minor collateral damage granite, I stick up the planet
Take you with the left squeeze it right handed

[Hook: N.O.R.E.]
Anybody get it, everybody killer
Heights like, trife life drug dealer
A legend never seen like a chupa cabra
CNN, stick up shit, we on that ra ra
Anybody get it, everybody killer
Heights like, trife life drug dealer
A legend never seen like a chupa cabra
CNN, stick up shit, we on that ra ra

[Verse 3: N.O.R.E., Raekwon & (Capone)]
Still peeping out the project window, [?]
Shorty with the fanny she bimbo, it's simple
(She fuck whoever slanging that crushed glass)
(Setting niggas up get em stuck while I'm pushing they mustache)
Yeah shorty do her [?]
Got some niggas trying to come and hang me
That shit only got me angry
That shit ain't never happen captain I'm right here
I'm just involved for the action, now you know my niggas won't fight fair
And 28 days later, Al-Qaeda, Noreaga
Killers from Haiti to [?]
Bringing more machine guns than guerrillas, Navy Seals [?]
Obama kept it real he fuck with us
And then 'Pone told me, it was his own shorty
They cut school together back then they drank forties
[?] strawberry and vodka, Russian knockout
[?] I had his ho in my chopper fuck

[Hook: N.O.R.E.]
Anybody get it, everybody killer
Heights like, trife life drug dealer
A legend never seen like a chupa cabra
CNN, stick up shit, we on that ra ra
Anybody get it, everybody killer
Heights like, trife life drug dealer
A legend never seen like a chupa cabra
CNN, stick up shit, we on that ra ra
**************************************************
Dangerous[Raekwon]
The kids from the hood is more dangerous
Everybody vest up, all the shot callers with aim, stick
The three pound, automatic is nasty, raspberry color
My shit bloody, with mud on my New Balance
Goodness gracious, more lazers, watch my family
Had these niggas, these niggas got more Rae shit
Three sixty weight, put somethin' in the air
He didn't die, but he copped the hearing aid, son
New shit, New Balance click, true blue sixes burst
The nurses in the joint, who school ninja's
The next paragraph might excite you, enlighten you
To get up, get hype a little, bust rifles, do him
I wrote it like that, to rock wigs, ox' kids
Boxes, cops is chasin' niggas to cribs
Vision the next verse is classy, ask me
How these young niggas get money, the tongue speaks so raspy, yo

[Chorus: Raekwon]
Yo, ever had a fight with death?
Ever recognized you slept
Threw ya man out there and left
Ya'll niggas ain't never been 'built for' it
It's a shame, some niggas live
Then fucking get killed for it
**************************************************
King Pinz[Intro: Raekwon]
Being's that it's gettin' ready to go
Yo, you know that sound? Yeah, some bad from here
Yeah, this real right here, I'm back, boy
I'm back... that's my word, it's goin' down, man
Watch my voice man
Different from other cat's voices, man, remember that, man
Different flows, man

[Raekwon]
Aiyo, lace these niggas with fire fire
You been away for a minute, heard your style got flyer
Yo, hold on, the sword got heavy, Universal caught on
Now its time to take over the melody
Plus stand firm, Staten Island kingpins
Ink pens go to work, and I got ninjas who speak French
My flow, God, build for sevens and fives, straight up big shits
Sprewell wheels, kids with bee hives, I'm old school
Got a old tool, plus rollin' with the old crew
Richer than The Jackson 5
I kill for money, rap ain't nothing
I'm a real estate slave, chump, and I got some money in Vibe
Read the news, now, Chef coming for you, reviews gon' start poppin' up
You, crews start lockin' up
Yeah, think that I'm playin', I got
Two red assault rifles, ready for your wig, I'm sprayin' shit

[Interlude: Raekwon]
Uh, uh, exclusive boy
Let's do it to them, aiyo

[Raekwon]
Aiyo, flashin' in a robe from England
Heavyweight slap gannon king, and I do the raft thing, blaze niggas
Forty acres of land, eleven guns, Moore soft leathers
Why we keep rappin' in the slums?
Hibernate with big hammers, elephants hands
The Fila shits, support Ralley's, robbin' in Sam's
Tell the media we generation money
Both hands is clusty, but I rather be in Russia spendin' trust money
Feel the sleeves? Thats ostrich
Mutiple v's, my own company, with forty eight mobsters, yo
Rob niggas on the hurry, get busy, pull out them tranquilizer guns
Bye sleepy head, get jiggy
For all the regulator soldier, I demonstrate the lifestyle
Of gettin' knifed down, I might pop you over
Come up, try soldier
Civilize your whole life, fast, ya'll ain't fly, rover
Don't test me, pa, you're playin' with death
What you think they call the kid Chef for, I poison up vets

[Interlude: Raekwon]
And I told you baby, it's goin' down
Word up, you know how we give it to 'em
Word up, what's the deal, though, nigga
Word up, one, aiyo

[Raekwon]
Aiyo, I said it, I meant it, I lived it
The legend rep, for all real niggas, on the set, don't ever go against him
Live for the action, a warrior
Wu taught me that, though
Now I go for self, Van Glorium
I've been carryin' on cats, I'm like Hitler on diesel
Execute them Purple Tape thieves, yo
Ya'll niggas ain't nothin', I've been on
I told ya'll what I wanna do
Watch me get the glow, when I get on
**************************************************
Chocolate Salty Balls (P.S. I Love You)2 tablespoons of cinnamon
And 2 or 3 egg whites
A half a stick of butter
Melt it

Stick it all in a bowl, baby
Sir it with a wooden spoon
Mix in a cup of flour
You'll be in heaven soon

Say everybody have you seen my balls
They're big and salty and brown
If you ever need a quick pick-me-up
Just stick my balls in your mouth

Suck on my chocolate salty balls
Stick 'em in your mouth and suck 'em
Suck on my chocolate salty balls
They're packed full of vitamins and good for you
So suck on my balls

A quarter-cup of unsweetened chocolate
And a half a cup of brandy
And throw in a bag or two of sugar
And just a pinch of vanilla
Grease up the cookie sheet
'Cause I hate when my balls stick
Then preheat the oven to three-fifty
And give that spoon a lick

Say everybody have you seen my balls
They're big and salty and brown
If you ever need a quick pick-me-up
Just stick my balls in your mouth

Suck on my chocolate salty balls
Put 'em in your mouth and suck 'em
Suck on my chocolate salty balls
They're packed full of goodness, high in fiber
Suck on my balls

Hey, wait a minute
What's that smell?
Smell like somethin' burnin'
Well, that don't bother me none
As long as i get my rent paid on Friday
Baby, you better get back in the kitchen
'Cause I got a sneakin' suspicion
Oh man, baby
Baby
You just burnt my balls!

HELP ME!!
MY BALLS ON FIRE!!
HELP ME BABY, MY BALLS ARE BURNIN'!!
GET ME SOME WATER!!
POUR SOME WATER ON ME!!
MY BALLS ARE BURNIN'!!
OH MY GOODNESS!!
BLOW ON 'EM, BLOW ON 'EM
DO SOMETHIN'!!

Suck on my chocolate salty balls
Put 'em in your mouth and suck 'em
THEY ON FIRE BABY!!
Suck on my chocolate salty balls
BLOW EM OUT BABY!!
OH!
SUCK ON MY BALLS, BABY!!!
SUCK ON MY BALLS, BABY!!
SUCK ON MY RED HOT, SALTY, CHOCOLATE BALLS!!!
COME ON BABY!!
WHOO!! WHOO!!
Suck on my balls!!!!!

(clapping)

Thank you, thank you
Here's a talented group of youngsters that call themselves Rancid!
**************************************************
Make You Pay[Intro: Raekwon]
Yo you gotta love that
(For lovin you my life, For lovin you my wife)
That was a shot
(Want you to) Uh huh (Make you pay)
Let's go, Come on
(For lovin you my life) Uh huh
(Is the pain for heaven) Let's go
(Want you to) Uh huh (Make you pay)
That's right (For leavin you my life)
Let's go (Is the pain for heaven)

[Raekwon]
Sorry hood niggas go against good niggas, Regulate the gate
Tap many states, Still hit hood bitches
Money green leathers, Gloves on, Drugs on niggas
Dressed in gates, All of us love niggas
Chickens love rims, Brims on wool coats and tims
Nails done up the color of their beige skin
Let me 2-way the rap game, Who love the rap game
Fuck them niggas who ain't, And I'll smash that nigga
Dumped in the biggest river, Savage, You can't fuck with lavish
And I'm here now, I'ma say it again yo
Who want the chair now, Just not them days you was in
Yo poly with the realest niggas, Illest villians with capes
Pull up in big benzes, Handlin business
Lex forgot my lenses, Strong when I'm in this
Shorty like Daddy is vintage, Come on

[Chorus: Raekwon]
Want to, Make you pay
For lovin you my life, Is the pain for heaven
Want to, Make you pay
For leavin you my life, Is the pain for heaven

[Raekwon]
Now I'ma rope this, Elope to this
Yeah, Nothin could steal the flow, The kid possess guaranteed dope shit
Clean Prada jeans on, Relentless, Tint this, Bitch big on this
Screw ill wrist, His style is Park Hill-ness, Built miss
Show em how I feel, Let em fill all the mail out, Ill shit
Still with come on, All real niggas in the fit
Big breasts, Stay gettin head, Deal with it
Most of us just got skill wit it
Come on toast Me, You, RZA, Ghost, Meth, Real vivid
Still beefin, Still gettin it
We just predicted it, We just ill wizards, Live with it
We caviar, Popin shrimp with it
Whatever pimp did it, I'll be in the back on a temp get it
Throw the vest on, I still get em
We'll get rid of em, We leave their head in the livin room

[Chorus 2X]
**************************************************
Heat Rocks[Intro: Raekwon]
Fire in your face
Time to take these streets again you heard
No more playing man, I want it. (Chef)

[Hook: Raekwon]
It was a Friday everybody was caken'n
And the house was shake'n and the beats was bang'n
And it won't be long that everybody know'n
That DJ brought the heat rocks
That DJ brought the heat rocks
That DJ brought the heat rooooocckks

[Raekwon]
(Let's go) Come, Get some, You little bum
I bake the cake but you can't get a crumb
From, Get physical, Lyrical, Spiritual
Ultimate, And all that good shit
I love brag'n, Gots to rag it, Flash the dragon
Back in nine-five with the wagon
Create drama when I hunt for cream
And I pack em in mean, My sweet sixteen
Is fly, My vibe is live, I gots to ride
A smoke a bone you know it when Cochise died
Hell up in Harlem, Note to Staten
When niggas do hits rock sixes black man
The black brand, Wu-Tang Clan, I smack hands
Then drive through the Hammerstein, Fronts and black bands
Cool'n, School'n, Everything around me
Might fire one off in clique's around me
I won't stand it, Dammit, Murder the planet
I more like a sign man, My coke just landed
You know, Get money nigga, The fly poet
Who only write rhymes and the track exploded

[Interlude: Raekwon]
Ayo, Come see me man, Come see me I'm back up baby
Whatever you need, Come on man, Word up
Don't bring no people I don't know man

[Hook]

[Raekwon]
Back again, Son put the fronts back in
Fresh like a new wash or glass of gin
I got many kins ready to hit niggas
Plenty men, Blend with a new spaceship, That's what's in
Caught a whirl when Shallah shit drop
Crys pop, Got Barrack with me, Come get me, Ashy Glock
You know it's cool even if I flop
Ain't no more real niggas left I just sit in the box
With all the fliest, Livest, Multi-buyers
Niggas eat money up, Most yall liars
Catch the kid in Hawaii tired
New-New Roll, You talking to my ho you fired
Superstar Keyon quite
When I talk got every burroughs in a smash cause I am
The greatest, Pay this, Latest, Famous painters say this
Two more strong for your play list
New Yorker, Hulker, Call me Orca
Army jacket down to the floor I soak you up
This is a master classic rap shit
Play at five in the morning, Get the gun and mask kit
Smoke like an Indian, Pass it
And I'm not stopping no more, That's it your ass is lit

[Hook]

[Outro: Raekwon]
Yeah, Uhh huh, Yeah, You know it ain't over nigga
It's going down again baby, For real, For Real
I'mma come see you soon alright, Word up
Yall know who you are, Word up, I want it
For real, Chef, Yeah, The builder burgers nigga
We want in
**************************************************
Counterfittin’[Intro: Raekwon]
It's the spot, he knew what the fuck he do
Fuck I told you about coming in here, man
We told you not to wear, no them furs, man
Up in here man, them shits is fresh off the racks, idiot

[Raekwon]
So much haze we hitting, counterfitting sit on the couch riffing
Need more rovers in the building, for more bitches, to give out
Names getting bigger, these flames'll come out quick --
Fuck Crystal, Crug' is the new shit, drive up in the whip
Light a new L, I like the blue liquor
Chase it down, like a nigga chased out of town
Jakes got a nigga down, laced in lemon lounger
For all the Cash Rule niggas, what's up niggas
Get your money, be respectful, we'll flip niggas
Who try to diss Chef name, a war about to come
I put it on my son, I'm not falling today
I got my acres up, scrapped up, 'town's my baby boy
Watch me Ving Rhames your mother, so straighten up
Cuz Wu's back, matter fact, Chef's here, yeah
He got the best ear, I'm not saying it's true or wack, yo
I play mine "Rewind the Time", memorize a fine line
Jump out with old Nike's and fine Klein

"I got to have it" - sample (4X)

[Raekwon]
Stainless steel, kitchen mill', fishing, we steal bitches
Twenty four hour funny, long as it's no money
I sware on Shallah's tummy, yo, I stay swelled up
Yup, or stay jailed up, for robbing them round oney's
Murderers act nervous, black weed, giving the love back
To every nationality and black seeds, I stand
Mack squeeze, hit the best rapper alive standing
Yeah, yo, whoever, this is Black Jesus...

[Outro: Raekwon]
Yo, call me back, man, call me back, man
We here banging up, like, fucking, seventy ounces
Give it to these niggas out of town, you heard?
**************************************************
Go Home[Intro: Raekwon]
Yes, Uh huh, Go

[Raekwon]
We rep a new style, I'm higher then whatever in the two thousand
I'm like Isaac in his teenage days, Gettin thousands yep
Flip em in the M, Suede tims on, Blue housin up
They know my niggas is proud kins, We vanish
Sippin Kahluas, We on the block frozen
Whatever, Niggas wanna do us then do us
We like Roberta Flack in the gap band
And curtis who urges to stack grands
Scareface flicks, We eat are grits wit eggs in em
None of the roach legs in em
Watchin Soul Train, Everybody dipped in denim
With beads on they neck and they braids, Just like Stevie cover
You gotta see me brother brushin my waves
And now a few march, A few good men, They carry cartridges
A smoke ???, Now we all gettin trimed
They play the deuce loose, Ol' gold juice
BVDs on, Adidas no laces, Drankin pineapple fruits
But uh...

When people get shot down for not mindin theirs
So many young adolescence with no careers
You got ten-eleven year olds drinkin beers
So when you go home nigga hit up the fridge and then what
**************************************************
White Castle[Sample: Harold & Kumar Go To White Castle]
Forget White Castle, let's go get some pussy
Huh
Fucking sausage fest in here bros
Let's go get us some poon tang
Then we'll go to White Castle
Look Neil you don't understand
We've been craving these burgers all night
Yah I've been craving burgers too
Fur burgers
**************************************************
Smith Bros. (Remix)[Intro: Raekwon]
Fly, fly, up against the wall stand off, Killah
We here, we here, nigga, you see us
You see us nigga, flyin' through your city
In the mean shit, word up, just analyze it nigga
Yeah, realizin' the world

[Hook 2X: Raekwon]
My niggas won't stop til we straight, select bigger gates
We won't stop until we buyin' estate, yo
Pull out them burners and front, where I'm from
Better shoot something, if not, niggas won't salute nothing

[Ghostface Killah]
Yo, aiyo Rae, check out the bangle (uh-huh)
Where niggas brought to an angle
Look how it shine, arm is like thank you

[Raekwon]
Yo, pa, yo I already peeped that
But did you peep the cream of wheat
Oatmeal seats that hugs you like bean bags?

[Ghostface Killah]
Yo, he had ads in the Staten Island ad
He bought a Benz, a Bentley, his promotion was the best
In Queens, throughout, all coliseums, right
Mint condominiums, bitches, premium shittin' on millennium
He was a master when he bought Henny
And, good at plaster and he taught many
Thinkin' like fuck bitches, can't stop me now
I'm legal, like the feds can't knock me now
Shoulders is cocked d., plus he his donuts where the cops be
His bitch on the M.C. tip, is Foxy
Chop shops is where his pops be
Blow his money on hoes, plus he O.G
And he quick to paparazzi

[Raekwon]
His sweaters is the steel version, cut the commercialism
Go hard, jumpin' out of Saabs, writin' ill verses
Represent towns and vallies, all rallies and ballies
Rolled down, blowin' Cali weed
The Hennessey pourin, remixin' it with Crown
When egotistic get down, the hundred wolves in woolie coats
Niggas throats is heavy, he's used to wearin' ropes
Sailin' in boats, the goats let me live and standin' loyal like the kid 70
I'm ancient, zippers is made of gold, I prevail well
Who be rockin' them steel wells
Yo, it's us, a hundred busters, three hundred barrels of dust
Lustin' discussions, the world will remember us
Catch me poppin' sweats and Timbs, with gats, iller brims
Take ups is matchin' all gold ratchet
A hundred villains, billion assets
Smashed up my last jet, blood on my jumper, flood it with gas wet
Catch me poppin' sweats and Timbs, with gats, iller brims
Take ups is matchin' all gold ratchet
A hundred villains, billion assets
Smashed up my last jet, blood on my jumper, flood it with gas wet
**************************************************
Close To You[Intro: Raekwon]

Yah, uh uh good
Thats that shit right there, thats how its going down

[Verse 1: Raekwon]

We in the jumbos, in the 2500 Benzes in dumbos
Leather pants, Mutombo [?], ya'll check the gums yo
I'll appreciate patriarchs and [?], computers and whizzes
In lizard jackets and Jacobs
Die a hundred deaths take something of mine
Onion stretched, vice grips twisting ya legs
I roll with my brothers in anarchy, throw me the car key
Let me bombard he, little ass chain, only a car thief
Moving like the lords, what up?
Blow a Dutch dude
Parley with the pushers who wear Clarks and Bucks
But still a Gucci slayer, word to my five year old
Salute me baby, daddy got money we blowin' out in Haiti lady
Choppers, Bulgari watches, rums, and copper
Blue wraith with a steel face, yah I'm a popper
Hundred niggas with me, some guns hittin' in Bentleys
Rock Csonka shirts baggin' bitches move about discretely
[?] ready to fight but it's a Monday
Everybody dressin' it up, let's flip the runway
Tax time, seein' 'em run through, yo that's mine
[?] daddy whatever baby bag me

[Verse 2: Gwen Guthrie]

Why do birds suddenly appear?
Every time you are near
Just like me, they long to be
Close to you

Why do stars fall down from the sky?
Every time you walk by
Just like me, they long to be
Close to you

On the day that you were born
And the angels got together
And decided to create a dream come true

So they sprinkled moon dust
In your hair of gold
And starlight in your eyes of blue
That is why all the girls in town
Follow you all around
Just like me, they long to be
Close to you

On the day that you were born
And the angels got together
And decided to create a dream come true

So they sprinkled moon dust
In your hair of gold
And starlight in your eyes of blue
That is why all the girls in town
Follow you all around
Just like me, they long to be
Close to you
Just like me, they long to be
Close to yo
**************************************************
Own My Mind[Intro: Raekwon]
It's like... real niggas blow off a fucking head
Ya'll niggas don't know provides, this the real story

[Raekwon]
Six degrees all the way to the black Lee's, the mac squeeze
Catch you in the open, click-clack, pass the keys, homey
Moving through the town, we there, out of towners get the stare down
Clap you for your blue Nike air's
You a wild comrade, well I'm a wilder one
We've been pumping crack since nine, I run foul with a pile of sons
Moving through the city getting thousands
Digging them wallets, slide in to Olive Garden, wilding
Fourty cal's and eagles, buying teeth, gleamy on the set
Fly to Union Square, we legal, pussy niggas jet
The old code better blow to the death, get ya niggas out the yard
No behind bars, we buying niggas jets
It's just a movement that came right out of a blueprint
Two bents, this is how real we gotta roll, think Cuban hit
This is how a general remains, always be a soldier, don't tell
When real niggas die in reign, while we come blow shit now
Moving in them fly roses, it's all old to us, dick, rubbing our noses
I should of bought my momma a plane, matter fact
Two helicopters and a motherfucking chain that stay built
Your son is your man, let him do what he provides for you
Buy you some land, ride for you
Jet to the highest estate, cake out and just bling on it

[Outro: Raekwon]
Yeah, lord, that's what I'm talking bout family
Word up, we need like, fourty more of them, lord
And we gon' just let you get in, youknowhatimsayin?
You know you that nigga, Daddy-O, youknowhatimean?
We just wanna hear more of that street shit, man
Just give me some more, lord, word up, man
I'm faithfull, go 'head, yo, yo, you know I get down for you
Cuban Linx Part 2...
**************************************************
2009 Jordans[Raekwon]
I'm like a 2009 Jordan, known to be sporting
New waves, new uniform on, important
Political prisoner, charisma, got me sniffing money
Regardless, jumping out the V dog with RZA
Hypothetically my joint athletically better be
We safe and in question, nigga, you said it be
Fully charged, new one-on-one in the garage
Large, niggas they chill and bitches they dodge
What's the deal, little homey, it's only real, got tech and ill
I only carry steel out when I'm lonely
Bloodhounds who play the building, buildin', brick at a time
Trying to turn my little dime into a million

[Hook: Busta Rhymes]
It's like back in the days, when niggas used to hustle for this skrilla
Formulate a plan, don't even plot, just get a nigga
But see, we knew a crew of dudes, who hustled a lot, we broke
The opportunities and set up drug deals in the parking lot
Stacking cuz it's necessary, notice how the world go round
See it's imperative, we get richer than rich
You see we hustling across the border (Icewater)
Hurting the town, this money probably got me mistreating your bitch (Do it big)
**************************************************
What Do I Do?[Intro: Raekwon]
Test the waters B, Stop playing man

[Chorus: Raekwon, (Sample)]
(What do I do?)
When the cream is pile'n, Crib on the Island, Just be style'n
(What do I do?)
When the feds is on me, Pawn separating, My bitch want me
(What do I do?)
When them niggas is tell'n, Ain't built for jail and they nail'n me
(What do I do?)
I just jet off and sail, Ain't no time to be fail'n

[Raekwon]
What's up niggas, What's the deal, You know the half yo
Bubble bath, Crude style, Check out my laugh yo
All this money in the back of the tub
I reminisce yo when black was a cub
Mad money, Honeys around, Pop'n onies, All hoodies and hard bottoms
Smoking big reefers, The God got it
Slide to the table, Cable drip, Hang to my navel
The feds in the building for Nagle
Forty-five we skate'n, Debate'n if we hit'n up Nathan's
Catch me with a Spanish _______ _______
Average nigga, You crazy
To fuck with my wolves is bullshit, Them little guns is for daises
We got the T.I. joints
You violate the crew the clip gone dump on the stage
And everybody's contagious, And when them shots fly off
It's just a recipe for Chef and his cake mix

[Chorus]
[Raekwon *Singing*]
Ayo, I tell you I love you
But that's what it means to me
More precious then silver
More precious then diamond rings
I really feel that I, That I, That I could kill you

[Raekwon]
Ayo, The belt holders, Dutch Masters L blowers
Champion hood, Fly A-R, The stainless gazelle soldiers
Yeah we pumping them boulders, Cop'n them gold Rovers
Every show Chevy with no shoulders
That means doors that fold up, The team gleams
More cobras, Graveyard rings, Just old stuff
And then we told ya, Ayo
You running round cake'n off eating healthy my tholdier
Yeah this is the scroll what, So roll up
And let my party people niggas be grown up, and sho nuff

[Chorus]
**************************************************
Lex Diamond Story OutroSome still say Lex is a powerful man
He is still one of the most influential gangsters of all time
With a story so vivid and a mind so powerful
Who said gangsters couldn't be governors
And governors couldn't be gangsters
I know he's still around and we all have a little Lex in us
But until then, he will always be, the official Lex Diamond
We love you Lex

Lately you seem all corrupt
I've had enough and you forced me to hide under covers
Drove me to arms of another
**************************************************
Where You At?[Intro: Raekwon]
Let's go, kid

[Raekwon]
Something's in the attic, drugs on me, thugs gettin'
Bubbly, let's pop, surround the block, looking lovely
Extra nine glindin' on me, women who barely know me
Swarm me, faggots try to front, blow me
Aiyo, I'm from the soul bluntly, we in them H2's coolin'
Want me, try to kill a kid, bring your country
Son's nice with rifles, white fools, white dudes
Jumpin' out, fed jackets, dare you to bump me
A glow like Willie Bostic, I do the knifework job, yeah
Rappers sprint, clap 'em, this is our 'jects
Who taught ya'll niggas, it was the kid with the tarantula
Tinted up, extortin' ya'll monthly
Crabs in a bucket, rap, fuck it, yo, go get your handgun
I'd rather shoot yo' ass in public, you ain't a Air Force boss
You a hoster, frontin' like me on your poster
Now ya'll niggas fuckin' with my ones
We need to battle for cattle, acts, boats, art and crafts
Scalpals, thumb rings, dick, be careful
Fuckin' with Staten Island's heartless
Son of all flames, God guard frames, catch me with the Starks kid
The authentic Ghost, we on the golf course, with rentin' boats
Eagles on, feastin' with bigger GOATs
Come take it in blood, dare any thug to re-up
What, we gon' keep it on the hush

[Chorus 4X: ?]
In the clubs, where you at?
In the clubs, where you at?
Open paperchasing, on the low getting trapped

[Raekwon]
Aiyo, drove into the water like bait, the ocean was dark
The moon lit, swimmin' to the bottom to get to the sink
We on niggas, and we comin' boy, talk with ya gun
Me, I'm ready, and I'm ready with cake, yea
Flawless, more powerful horses, the kid flow naucious
Everybody gettin' weeded, we all for this
Armored tank style, moving in ranks
Hundred that'll rock for me, still kill you, over your men bitch
Skiing in Alaska, half the man, half Casper
Runnin' with wolves, the bulls look nastier
Silencer, each is thee least, will kill on Easter
Ya'll gon' get it, wait til we get creased up
Nothin' but, rapid fire, livewire, brand new trees
Burn 'em up, they respectin' your street, cousin
We gon' bring it to every label, pay attention, ya'll
Cuban is back, now put that on a glass table

[Chorus 4X]
**************************************************
Black Harrison[Intro: Raekwon]
I really don't need to be fuckin wit ya right now
I need to movin around in the air, circle Manhattan
Real smooth

[Raekwon]
Here we go again son, black Harrison Ford on the run
One, beef in the field, it's real
Highly recommend shield, Lee rocks, still he rock
Got the blue lazer, grill, like Martin Scorcese-ah
Jumpin outta limo's, expos, black rentals
Chasin niggas through the projects, polex
Mosien, 15 of us, five trucks
Crazy deluxe, found what, honor nigga right
Tailin us in boats and land, 40 calibur in my hand
Made the left... Lex fam
Sho enough what, hummer craft lookin up, what
Kid the chipped out flex now I'm stuck
Bounced on him, public announcements say they want him
Any ideas? Where he at, cops want him
Changin the gear the same foot wear
Runnin like a crook, yea, no love here
Fuck yea, we up there
Had a little drugs there, they was there
Pass it kid, Novacain caught a slug there
Had it mastered in fleis-school, nigga go whip a plane
Drivin land, map shit out, go to night school
Bronze star, feelin who we are
Half animal, whole lotta love, black God
Standin front and center, from here to winter
Grip the splinter, shoot it sideways, nozzle on, pip-it
Ready to hit somethin, pop shit wit somethin
Blow blimps on the mad rubber grips, big lips on it
Rollin wit top rank medals, hands is like Greg Neddles
Bright link, purple heart, swim bezzle
Hearin the horn of Josh, movin like the moss
Executive decision play large
Caught a blimp on the radar, screen him out
Fightin like like Julio Cazar, blaze ya
May day, may day, chasin me, CIA, KGB, FBI, DIA on they way
Trynna chase down the God, this Afro-African'll lace ya

[instrumental breakdown]

[Raekwon]
Part two kid, establish brain power, true did
Yo it's realer than a fuck now, ain't stupid
Trash, three hundred thousand in cash, guerilla mash
Brass this gat, TNT niggas on my ass
Play for real, Lex will, I suggest still
Clear my own shit, let the press ill, let's bill
Make it to the UN, doin bout a thousand in the blue Em
Frogmen, repped out cluein
Left all the American Express cards
Left the passports, time shit, shit up on in Escort
Bail 'em, bustin his joint, Chief O'Heara
That old, Louis McDarren, see the waves through the mirror
Spot that, hop that, through the top back
Ready to lock somethin, down for the cause, stop that
You play the king, I play the pawn, who the king of the Swarm
You wrong, where's the evidence, watch the firearm
Where a tunnel of fans stand, I knew I had little bits of love
Hopin it'll be fair, he watch me, heavy roxy scene
He clean though, American Cream Team let him leave
See the moral of the story, feelin me like
Mordon and Glory when they came for me
Had fifty on the line, look at mine, all dressed down
Handlin lines, know the time
**************************************************
Rover Sport[Intro: Raekwon]
All that heroin out there, nigga
I can't tell, nigga, what's up
I can't tell you nothing no more

[Raekwon]
Pull up the Range sport, blow in the back of the trunk
Color sickening, bitches is blunt
Snitches get plucked and popped, cut and chopped, and yo
We generate hoods and hide this gwop
For all the blocks we invading, we be caking & strip naked
I know you wasn't selling by the building, I feel the hating
Dust blunts with heroin, servin up Steak'ems
Shot him by the building, yo, and spit on his laces
Rich niggas'll rise, more eyes, yo, Busta, what up?
Chilling like we at the 25's out
Night time is vibe, pies get thrown to guys
You fuck up this money, bones is fried
I'ma stay fly, getting paper, sit on a ten acre kitchen
Bout the size of the Ritz at Penn Station, yup
Rich niggas we spot you, stay genuine, cousin
Do your numbers, fam, regardless, yo, we got you

[Interlude: Raekwon]
Hahahaha... ahhhh, do it nigga, there, you should fucking..
Fucked up New York Yankee hats on fronting
Niggas know Cuban Linx when they hear it nigga
Huh... I'm the motherfucking Ali of the game, bitch

[Raekwon]
Nigga Chef back, wood back, he in the good Ac'
What's hood, me in your hood, we got the good crack
Don't violate me, I hate, I'm like Star and Buc
In the morning, I'm mourning, wild on the fake, yo
Stay dropping bracelets, cases of Cryst' and Cru'
Don't even move duke, take off your shoes
We hardbody action packed, keep a baboon
The jewels is back, with strappers on, come take it
Shoebox with nothing but hash, alotta old ass
Wallies is off the meat rack, splash
Nigga, Diamond down, moving like China Town
Me and forty-five mad real niggas, we light clowns up now
**************************************************
Beauty[Intro: N.O.R.E. (Raekwon)]
(Yeah) Yeah, Shallah Raekwon
It's the God Father Pt. 2, Self esteem
(Lex Diamond) Plus degree, (Uh huh)
(Raekwon) Add on to my attribute
(Star H.M.G., Get money baby, Let's Go)

[N.O.R.E.]
Ayo, peace Lord, peace to the God, you know today's math
I know today's lab, Bag it in a grey bag
Straight coke is optional, jungle gym obstacle
You get locked, you get dead or end up in the hospital
Dapper Dan, Gucci, Valore shit and more shit
Both hands is numb as fuck, bagging all the numbers up
Queen's niggas mausoleum, jewelry from the Colosseum
Fat Cat, Pappy Mason, niggas wanna be em
See rap was secondary, money was necessary
Until I got incarcerated, type scary
Until I see my life just flash, type scary
'96 came home, '97 album
Made niggas proud to be from New York housing
Born alone die alone, I ain't got a pot to piss in
Became friends with baking soda, Arm & Hammer craziness
Started learning cooking up, cooking up, cooking up
Nose feeling like it's high, door open windows up
Out of state money was coming great, we sold weight
Another scramble, Commonwealth law gamble
We out touring, leave the hood now the hood boring
Niggas still doubting my greatness, my great shift
Learn ambidextrous ways and trade spaces
Nike's no Asic's, no Botox, no face lifts
Rich niggas, Poor niggas, y'all should switch places
Learn how it feels to be living broke with no hope
Learn how it feels to be living rich with mad shit

[Raekwon]
Yo, The software license is great, better six
Flip the new five or roll up, then live through the tape
Straight from the dungeons of Hell, a lot of Vikings
Some couldn't sell, That's when I took it for self
I'm only just nineteen rolling with eight, Individuals
Most of us rob, Pulling guns, This is my gate
Four shottys, Two lasers a plate, Chewing
Start a movement, Keep doing what your doing
Niggas are straight, We like Shar Pei in prestigious face
Love diamond rings and apes, Big money, Coffees and tapes
Play'n, You get sprayed in the lake
Hog tied and scraped, Chop fingers off you and skate
That's the breaks, Wipe body S's, Escovitch fish
With a Spanish blessing ??, The more I make
Live through the babies, Busting my gun for sure
This is Paidees, Somebody gotta die today B
Rosй pouring, The hardwood floor, Incents
The crisp three-eighties, Gallons of French shit
Pour more my niggas, Eat up, This is like peanuts
Catch us in cells somebody beat up
With only one class, A piece of hash, Tiny bit of reefer
Fresh sneakers, Stressing for ass
Write mad letters in slabs, Niggas'll be home shortly
Keep cool, The niggas get bagged
We live a poor life, Rich in the heart, Kitchens is dark
Cooking white, Polices, Bitches, And narqs
Foul play yo, Big guns and cigar
The message repent them sins, Quick fast then mention Allah

[Joell Ortiz]
No friendships when my pen twist, They lose interest in your mention
My entrance was smooth but it can shift to anger
Bag ya, I'll rearrange ya, Stranger, Danger
I embrace well, Joel don't take L's
I take pain pills for them migraines
This wild game put me in a whole different mind frame
Define lame, Okay, It's rat, That's the proper answer
Besides a couple cats it's just a whole lot of dancers
Well I'ma be the cancer see this swagger shit is dumb
What good is looking fly if you rapping like a bum
I'm immaculate it's fun, What you chat'n from your gums
Is bullshit, But that's okay the matador has come
I navigate a track and make you armatures a crumb
I'm magic with the tongue, Abra Cadabra and you done
I don't know what kind of comic book you characters is from
But I emcee, Let the piano crash in with the drums
**************************************************
Shark Niggas (Biters) - RaekwonNiggas is fuckin crazy... knowhatI'msayin?
Hell yeah man
Word... you know how niggas be bitin and shit
Niggas be bitin mad styles n shit from niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas Son on the real
YaknowhatI'msayin? Niggas niggas niggas niggas is bitin off your
Album cover and shit
Yeah!
Whoa bad enough they biting lines like niggas killed me
Yeah
When they came with some Nas, niggas bit offa Nas shit!
KnowhatI'msayin?
*chuckling*
Word niggas niggas niggas niggas 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 niggas 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, niggas man
Niggas know not to fuck around with this shit
I don't give a fuck how nasty they are
Nah son, let me tell these niggas somethin God
I don't want niggas 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
**************************************************
My Life[Chorus 2X: Soul 4 Real]
If you wanna live my life
The world is getting more and more trife
It's time to shed some light
That's what I like, that's what I like

[Raekwon]
Raised fly while we in the midst of getting high
Take a walk through memory lane, watching when all the pain fly
Things that, happen in relationships, dealing with weapon
And men be on the same bullshit
Let's travel, take a walk with me, yo
I'm like the whiskers that be blazing in your transister
Relax, spoil me, I be on the tour shortly
With enough to spread fortune out, lord, you caught me
We analitical thinkers, we crow too with top rankers
Big thick juicy rocks on the finger
Chill, all my niggas who keep it real
Throw your baseball hat down and keep paying your bills

[Chorus 2X]

[Raekwon]
A wiseman spoke on my behalf, til then I enquired the math
Rae exist with God in the half
Lessons, a mouth full of food, sit back
I tell a story for the blocks and the power moves
Shorties claiming that they hustle for a cause, get caught
In the sharp blade of a knife, but older niggas's go
But some shine, that's the best part of they flaws
They need cover, because we trapped inside these Winter Warz
I come to ya'll as Elijah, stars on the crown symbolizes
Planets for a new horizon
It's all peace when you sizing, the next man enterprising
Learn how to move, don't disguise it
The bulk of the brick will be shown, you all alone
All you think about is getting you fly, that's getting you torn
The evil that maps out of my vulture, murder raps'll sculp you
Hip hop selected our culture
One nigga word ain't enough, let's get up and exercise
The mind like a sit up, walk with your chin up
Post that stormy winter, animos'll tear a friend up
Principals make a nigga light dimmer

[Chorus 2X]

[Raekwon]
It's like Babylon, my society, so wild, been a variety
Which make me seek prosperity
Brothers and sisters let's connect, show love and respect
The youngings is watching, put 'em in check, yo
Your life could change in a sec, ambitions, you bet
Today your here, tomorrow, leaving out the projects
Wake up, we all got morals, striving for perfection
It's just a lesson to look forward to, yo

[Chorus 2X]
**************************************************
Treasurers[Intro: Raekwon]
Hahahaha... ahhhh, do it nigga, there, you should fucking...
Fucked up New York Yankee hats on fronting
Niggas know Cuban Linx when they hear it nigga
Huh... I'm the muthafucking Ali of the game, bitch

[Raekwon]
When I sat back and crafted Cuban, it was a classic
When you told me you had giant beef, we brought the hatchet
What it is niggas, gangstas that live in the grizz'
Play the kitchen, coke bagging, this the life that we is
What it is, daddy, slow heart stepping, plus repping
Blinging necking, our fucking regime, protect it
That's right faggots, turning into actresses
Niggas is soft, wack, and broke, what packages?
Yeah, yeah-yeah, call it how I see it, this is all metamorphic
Awkard, walk with the four-fifth
This is all crack money, cli-clack, move back homey
You will get a quick slap, we rap, not now money
What up, what up, peace, incarcerated scarfaces
Stay on the end, with dip dodge, play the yard chasing
Paper, this is like everyday street caper
Me flying offa ya face, yo, you can eat later

[Hook 2X: Raekwon]
We the treasurers of getting cake, big jewelry swinging
Wth the long chains on, my nigga, you know we heavyweights
Feds latch on us, we catch amnesias
We rich, stay clean, looking, rocking dark caesers

[Raekwon]
Nigga Chef back, wood back, he in the good Ac'
What's hood, me in your hood, we got the good crack
Don't violate me, I hate, I'm like Star and Buc
In the morning, I'm mourning, wild on the fake, yo
Stay dropping bracelets, cases of Cryst' and Cru'
Don't even move duke, take off your shoes
We hardbody action packed, keep a baboon
The jewels is back, with strappers on, come take it
Shoebox with nothing but hash, alotta old ass
Wallies is off the meat rack, splash
Nigga, Diamond down, moving like China Town
Me and forty-five mad real niggas, we light clowns up now

[Hook 2X]
**************************************************
Words From Raekwon (Spoken Word)[Raekwon]
One day Joe asked me, ya know what I mean
"Would you, would you get on a joint with Pun?"
Ya know what I mean, on the strength, I'm like
"Hell yeah the kid got talent"
Ya know what I mean
So, our first joint we did together was Fire Water, and that was Pun's introduction to the game... he murdered the joint
**************************************************
SBM[Chorus: Raekwon]
What makes a man a man, when his life is at stake
And it's real, cuz it's gotta get it's plates
What kind of life we live, one of those lives
We take cover and, cover your kids
How far your gun can reach, it can reach as far
As you want it, that's when a round'll release
The power is the move in the streets
Yeah, take my bread, yo take this lead, yeah, a nigga got it

[Raekwon]
Yo, how the semi automat' 'em, leave 'em flat up on the poster
I'm trying to push everything, from jets to the blow stuff
Yo, get it right, pa, I slang cosa nostra
I move around these 52 states, we just post up
I got niggas'll that ride, and if the cops pull up
Just splash the drain and run, we just blow stuff
I'm not playing, pa, no, it's not a game
I'mma bang, them 10 sharp pointy things through your coconut
We dodge prison, got lawyers for that
Holdings knots up through riddle shit, you know it's a rap
Need I remind you, so many killas on my line, too
We can form an army, get money and rhymes
That's the breaks when it come to just getting papes
No remorse, violate, we just take up the source
I'm the Montana, with long hammers, the strong arm of the city
It's just promotion on cameras

[Chorus]

[Raekwon]
Yo, we been the life of killas, ever since we was born
First got on, we blast on gorillas
Been taught from babies to bust three eighties, the skies just blaze
Then come back, with your head in a jar
My peoples is the most important part, yeah, take us apart
Annihilate, fiends scrapping, we hating these czars
Lions in the mountains, wolves in the hood
With four pounders, how dare you lounge in the park
It's ill how we setting standards, to let them cannoms slam you
It's all strictly, pardon your art
Yeah, the general's path to blow, I'm up laughing
You fucked up, send 'em back, this the city of God
It's all about holding houses, make men out of mouses
Then drape little niggas with thousands
We strive to build, the lives is real
Eyes to kill, it's all about getting acres and marksmen

[Chorus]
**************************************************
Da Destroyer[Intro: Raekwon]
Yo, aiyo, yeah nigga, what up
I can't do this shit!

[Raekwon]
Yo, some nights I feel like sticking up Exxon
My gun game experience, came from robbing Louis Vitton
Cocaine specialist, since nine
Age bracket, fuck them O.G.'s up, they started giving me ratchets
Get money Diamonds, co-signing all of my check stubs
Besides getting money, I grub
I had a Kool G. Rap lifestyle, sliding through the Parrot with drugs
I'm like a magic with witchcraft, ya'll give a nigga rich cash
Blankets, anklets, Gucci shit, switch labs
I'm powerful, yo, you know my hour is due
Fuck the fifteen minutes, I'mma flower my boo
Word to my Nike's that I throw on pose, from here to Hollywood
You know I got soul like that Rakim dude
Just give me my money, ya'll owe it to me, don't make me blow you for it
For real, I'mma show ya'll niggas how to swoll dummies
High profile, he keep it macked out, hundreds of little niggas engage with him
And he gets down, aiyo you fucking with the best of the year
The best whoever did it, no love lost
Beside my shorty and child, I'm like a king in an Egyptian center
Militant, to play your perimeter, hold wifey now before I get her
You know what Wu do, RZA, tell 'em, now we got, Dre in the kitchen, son
It's on, Part Two, watch me sell 'em
Cuz New York is me, homey, watch me throw the crown in the trash
Whoever wore it, ya'll ass, 'member me, Toney, what up, what up
You know my gun game's zid up
Supplying every borough my cocaine river
Flashy always, I'm like four ways, none of ya'll see me fresh
I only do it in, project hallways, ya'll all gay
Ya'll know it, yes, that's what it be, peace
See me in streets, God be there, all day, one

[Outro: Raekwon]
I'm out of here, man, fuck that
It's on, Part Two, yeah, Part Two
Aiyo, aiyo, aiyo, I want my money in all fives yo, hahaha
Ice Wate, the new and improved Chef
Word up, the feist is coming soon, one
I'm out of here...
**************************************************
Cocaine Blunts[Raekwon]
Flash the hammer like Thor when we under a war
We got the vests and the new Gillette’s, Check out these brawds
Pop'n Henny all day and my Ginny steady ready to blow something
Just yell, She lifting the semi
They like new jacks that live through the music, Them blues cats
Put kids on, Start baby making, True that
And while we reach levels, Bezzles get new pebbles
A few boulders on your neck, We soldiered the rebels
Gangstas that die for gifts, Pumpernickel bread
New licks, As long as we be writing we rich
Then the old folks sarcastic ways bout that them young boys live
We got caught up, Went crazy baby
Stealing cocaine blunts, We major baby
Wheel'n them Rangers up, We lazy baby
Bed time, Lead start coming out, Bread time
Niggas in goose, Peers stare, Who said something
Pop nigga in his block for real
Yo you gotta feel everything out first
We want hail niggas, Real niggas
**************************************************
Double Dragon[Intro: Raekwon & Mean Doe Green]
Turn this up, right here
Yeah - Mean Doe Green
Do this for my little Prince, right here
Knahmsayin'?
Listen up - Mean Doe Green
Prince Junior, soon to be a king
Uh huh - Mean Doe Green
Yeah turn it up, turn it up, turn it up
Turn it up, we need volume
We need volume
We need volume, son

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Yo, yo, check this shit out
Nothin' but, raw shit, this Shao Lex
We on a real thick kanish route[? 0:27]
Plato's, Kato
Young, get rich God
We the top tomato
High top, wolly[? 0:31] suede though
Yo, sit back, mark it in my v[? 0:34]
Damn, it's me
Watchin' little me's, pleas
Diabolic lecto
Vet style collect dough
Better gram my man
Ten G's side bet though
Power, what's the word? Let's blossom
V[? 0:45] pulled out the heat, everybody feet play opossum

[Verse 2; Mean Doe Green]
Escaped adolescence with thugs
Crips and Bloods
Drug money, birds of pray
Hugs[? 0:51] that taste funny
Slept on, like Brandy Moss[? 0:53]
Too many seasons
Navigate these on anger
Reasons of parent
Real niggas are few
Serpents, stay by the fruit
Tryna continentally divide my loot
I subtract the negative
Make room, for the predators
More debatin' these verb, nouns, and numbers, like thunder
Y'all stay plottin', like I don't know that ya locusts
Send a nigga get a gram to get you back on focus
What it cook like? Holla back when the price is droppin'
Y'all just like devils with ya plots and shiet...

[Verse 3: Raekwon]
Yeah, what up? My son speak real one, slap your skeezer
Chart-climbin' like we on lows[? 1:21] freezer[? 1:22]
What up? Rap niggas dead up
Plus fed up, shut up
Analyze C.R.E.A.M. team set up
Raw, right, remember like, '88 when niggas was hype?
Heavy chain hung down on all white
These faggot niggas scare me
Break bread while I holler "Hear me!"
Shit O'Leary
I'm six niggas really
Reptiles, fuckin' up the set, while pythons are icons
Still be, floatin' to the death

[Verse 4: Mean Doe Green]
I'm up early, birds chirpin'
Instant birth, fall blowin'
Streets howlin', wolves stay prowlin'
Finally see the sun smilin', through the clouds
Put it down against the grain
Bring pain, I must
Threw the hush puppies on, poppin' my collar
Once again hit the block, I escape with the street scholars
Dice dumpin', got a pasta hurtin'
What a crooked spine
Label my crooked mind, listen up

[Verse 5: Raekwon]
Word to grandma, all the way to Canada Allah
Spark a landmark
Prolly 40 grand in the park
Fly Lassie
Thousand dollar sweatpants, flashy
Shop a GT to Tallahassee

[Verse 6: Mean Doe Green]
Man you know how we do it, lookin' sensible
Value flagrant intentional though, if money's the principle
Genuine draft pick, loaded gun grinnin'
If we losin', you not winnin', get at me
Reels twist, with no shine, deliberately
Dirt orientated, blue collar, for every penny
Specialist, dough treacherous
National and locally
It was a golden hand that wrote me
Quote me

[Verse 7: Raekwon]
Just a slang lord, Kangol[? 2:32] award
Bulletproof Durango[? 2:33]
Trillion tri-colored chainlord
Major, unbalanced flavor
Naval promotional navigator
Throw tapes, you're throwin' paper
Scrape ya, love to hate ya
I must son this, mic realness
Mother Nature
What up? Call it out, let's get involved
Revolve, six digits a man
A million on the wall

[Verse 8: Mean Doe Green]
Peep the wisdom, in street verdicts
I noticed, got your hate beams on high lately
Third eye ain't focused
Heavy mic, Chevy drivin'
Bumper dented, if I said it I meant it like, come and get it, please
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Striving For Perfection - RaekwonYeah 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
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The General[Raekwon]
Ayo, Ayo, I run with real niggas who kill niggas
Whose dreed is longer then niggas and pot is filled
(Cottons are peeled yo) Bank holders forming a shank holder
Driving costly shit, Speak in slang, Leaning like hangovers
The glide'n, We vibe'n, We take you to the Brownsville
Drive to the West side to S.I. so dress fly
True valence, Living my talents, I learned to cook clean
And swing and bling yo, And murder for thousands, Yep
A rap pharaoh who arrow got poison in it, (Boys get it who stunt)
You know I'm General like Colin Powell
Meet the new team on the street, Formulated by long waited
A strong operation for more, Come like Sampson
Kill like a thousand off one bone
And walk up on my mansion dipped, Flip the mobile phone
Flip niggas, I promise we hit big timers
Bury some men, Niggas say it's cold when I switch climates
(Ayo, It's real rap need ya nigga, Go in)
I told men it's only one nigga that's left, He rock a gold M
Mercy ya lago egg, His leg flooded
Mold made out of lead, So when the snare kick
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Still Killin’[Intro (?)]
K Slay don't want me out here
They don't want you out here dog
His mother fucking face long
K Slay, New York City
Holler at your god damn boy
We don't rock no mother fucking ice baby
We rock this real shit dog
And (?)
Some fuck with it
Its going down

[Verse: Raekwon]
(?)
The elevator with the crib
Bling with it kid
I built one in the Bill Clintons
Mills was spent, still don
Still (?), still yacht flying
Still kill a bitch
Still kill a flick
The fifth out, don't even breathe
Out in Ghana with the ill thieves
Slick hammers, we all fam
What
Pull out the four, pop the chump
See the luxury mall
The casket leather, the python seats velour
Flash back
He in them Benz lenses
Acting like he did ten sentences
Something ain't real
We go excited, parked the truck
Just leaned a light and twist a blunt
Sat back son, (?)
This money on it
And to them young niggas strong on it
Devour the snitches
You got on, you born with it
Make a toast for ours
For all the money and powers
The right division
Don't ever let corns get it
**************************************************
Ever Since I Was 13[Intro]
Ever since I was 13, my biggest problem has been just to find the right road to get to that rainbow that everybody talks about
Like most people get close enough to count the stripes
But they don't have enough guts to reach out and take that pot of gold

What up my dude, you know
Going through a lot and all that man
That's why you be strong, you know what I'm saying
Feel great boy (Staten Island over yeah)
It's going now ([?])
Holla at the kid
(Let's go chef)

[Verse 1]
I'm flawless, the gowns that I rock is cashmere
Then roam through the lab with the hammer and black Airs
Thinking 'bout plans that's real, laying the bill
Drop a new classic album, my masters will
Enlighten your mind, I'm writing on times
When the youth reach real situations and they thoughts are blind
You know when I float a moment is fine, glass of wine
New elegance, the greeze just pass through the mind again
What happened, rap made it happen, back when
Two turn tables and a needle, action
We all huddled up, that's it, classic shit
Only our kind adapt to shit
Start rapping 'bout cracks and Pimps, cash to get
Call it C.R.E.A.M. now, no grind don't ask for shit
We bastard thick, pass the spliff

[Outro]
Name of this piece is called "my bitch better have my money" (applause)
My bitch better have my money, through rain, sleet or snow
My ho better have my money
Not half, not some, but all my chash
Because if she don't, I'mma put my foot in her ass
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Weed Pt. 2[Raekwon]
Hailin from the slums of Staten
Extra gats, Massive workers, Some come home and collapse
Witness the style, Profile, Whillin, Floatin with spliffs
Dinosaur fifths, They all got style with it
Rockin raw pour genuine fabric, Know how to puff Arabic black
Donna trip, Slap a bitch, Drive nothin but sevens
Eleven of us, Hot legends that will pop for the record
All about trips, Flippin bricks, Minglin
Gleamin in your whore face, Jump out, what up bitch, Trick blingin
Hittin Cristal and coffee, Yellin get up off me
You want war, Fuck it, Give em all of me
For all the young coke buyers and triers, Live wires
Nice niggas down at the offerings yo
It's nothin, Came at yall niggas like what an
Skatin in the H2 eye, Pop the button
Flash that million dollar hand, He clan
He came through, Fisherman hat, Weather channel on
Lampin that fly dirty leather I got on, Blampted
**************************************************
Vampire Bats[Intro: Raekwon]
Whattup gangstas, come on, come on
This is teflon right here, poisonous fly shit
Poltergeist back, add on nigga, live
What's the vertigo? Yo, aiyo, aiyo, aiyo

[Raekwon]
Chilling in the sneaker store, guess who walked in
Aretha, lord, Reebok queen, sneaker broad
Yo what up chick? Pussy dynamic, deeper than Titanic
Fly Hispanic, banded
Had me mapped out, iceberg down, saw the six
Then she broke wild, scopin' how the bitch get down
What up, I like that, give 'em regards
Sendin' messages to Gerard, who look like W.D. Faraud
Peace, how you be love, checkin' my feet like she seen Lugz
Ring gleamin' all on her mug
What up, wise guys, start laughin', pullin' outta pocket Platinum
Hand platinum, I stop laughin'
Rich niggas fuckin' had, figured it out
I won't fuck with her, warm blood, suck these nuts
Yeah, I'm out, spendin' off in a Benz truck
Valor look, richer than a fuck, what, wavy haircut
Met me at the light, wildin', made a right
Shorty violent in the boat, half smilin', with a gallon, aight?
Plus the queen of the tree head, pullin' over like a bean head
Fiendin' like a demon with green dreads
Jumped out, parked it, booth sparked it
Where your wifey at? Niggas like you, I spit lightly at
Quote my little cliche, instant replay
Could've sworn I saw a nine, had it tucked in her thong
Off convo, pointed at the condo, Lex let's go
I could've sworn I kept it real, but I'm a asshole
Hide in the empire, yellow liar took a glass full
Dick now, hotter than a lighter

[Chorus 2X: Raekwon]
Yo, whatever you do kid, just keep it real with yourself
Don't never ever pass off blue kid
Just better watch her, fuck around and be a nightmare

[Raekwon]
Yo, rainbow, glossy flossy necklace
Look perpetuos, ass is fat, butu look treacherous
Yo, where Gloria at? Monster ass restin' in Astoria
Black lawyer, she own a blow laundrymat
Yellin', I remember her, in December
Bitches maced me, stoled a half a million outta Macy's
Short light skin, haircut, hazel eyes
Nasal laced up, raised in caprini greens with Asia
Metallic blue G.S., dressed just bought a mama E.S
Fuckin'n with some nigga, Louis Lex
He a rich nigga, call him a king, H12
Rock a Super Bowl rings, had a mean bilingual
Her uncle fuck Marsha, fake mobster
Tried to knock, that drinkin' cum bitch, blown an Oscar
De La Hoya hands, burn him like boiling water
If she dare take food in her mouth, spoon advance
Yellin', hit the mini-bar, Shallah looked laced
Spillin' Henny on, shorty just drive and throw Jimmy on
We rappin', ain't jack shit happen
Stop all this max, homey, back to my WAP, pretend mackin'
Chill, hit the jack for a sec, shorty holdin', wanna give me sex
Should I just, polly or flex
Yo, tell me more, yo, you heard of I-King
Drive a white thing, wife in the bing, doing life, a knight king
Yeah, I know the nigga, what's the verdict? So what he perverted?
Last word I heard, A.C.T. want him murdered
Hesitated, played it, grabbed my dick, shorty playa hated!
**************************************************
Six Sixes[Intro: Raekwon]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, aiyo, aiyo

[Chorus 2X: Raekwon]
Aiyo, one of the illest, the sickest, like six sixes
Lookin' real rich, don't switch, just paint pictures
Lex, tell the story, get these niggas in line for me
Plus the shorty's, light one from me

[Raekwon]
Sit back like kings, diamond rings on, 'knowledge the genes
Matter of fact, 'knowledge the team
Kid love valor suits, raw Coups, racing across
The bridges, we hit bitches, then swindle the group
Who's your favorite rapper? Lex Diamond, and his man Iron?
So many niggas bitch, y'all dick, I ain't lyin'
Show niggas how to dress too
Well, yo, we take it from here, now let me bless you
Ssee I got my life right now, got a new team, new label
New way of moving, new glass cable
And they still jello the kid, well did
On the corner, ice rockin' Carvel kids
Spit thirty six flavors, bitch
Burn out Vegas, fuckin' mine, y'all catch all razors
Fuck around and poison one of y'all, Cristal
New shit, havd your mother on the bottle wildin'
We came here to rep, step, movin' in motion
Angel lotion on, coastin' the set
Bitches yelling, "he look rich, he got fix"
Came up, bought a drink, thought he'd be all on my dick

[Chorus 2X]
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What’s Goin’ On[Raekwon]
Days that fly through the mist, so young and so rich
Powerful minds, the lines get intense
Wall to wall, cats in hell, so many trapped lost
Some will prevail and get clapped off in jail
Families mentally dyin', the roads is narrow
Jump out, bow and arrow, hit you with science
Huh, we've been livin' this daily
The wiz know what it is, that's why the vision is more clearly
War between money and lust, trust me, I hit enough dust
Suade fronts, color schemes, truck rings, stuck kings
Suade fronts, Balley's and blunts
Living amongst thieves, all we did was robbin', we won, Marvin

[Outro: Marvin Gaye sample (Raekwon)]
Hey baby, what you no good? (That's right lord)
And trusted and back with, it's me I want
(Niggas gotta cut this faggot millennium shit out right now)
War is hell (War is hell, and get real with life)
And will it be (start teachin' ya'll brothers, man)
When will people start gettin' together again
**************************************************
Flush Verse[Raekwon]
Selling glass and blasting, machinery sling past
Next stop: Bowling Green, bling flashing
Glow my ass off, Po-Po they try to harass
My dough - ching cash - and I sit in my dash and vent
You know the W that come from Dirty Bast
Bird baths, love to stunt, we got birds with gats
Fly past, buy NASA, caught up with the cash
Why blast when you know we in your crib? Bypass
I mastered what? The treasurer of getting ass
Whip assing, red pipe and leather; slick nasty
Sassy, but at the same time raspy
Plug me a thug, your mother eating plaster
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Intro (Vatican 1)You want a Rolls Royce
You don't come here
No, no
You go to England
That's wherever the fuck they make it
If you want champagne
You go see the French
If you need money
You find a Jew
But
If you want dirt
Or scum buried under a rock somewhere
Or some secret nobody wants anybody to know about
There's only one place to go
Right here
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PioneersFly as the new Five
Live as a white man with black skin
Powerful grimeys, who eat raw like Chinese
Petty cases of coke, boat loads of good ol' dough
We carry back to Medina from Beringia
Feed me a Spanish, half-black, massive back
Thick in the legs, bank account stacked
A nigga with a liable piece of gold
A ranch made of brick white picket fence
Vision my dick
Six horses, four Shar Peis, crib like Holyfield
Build mine slowly, grow G
And a lesson building in manifestin'
Keep the stress off your chest
Then get money like Mexicans
Live as a corner with hard rocks
And big nines and dimes, I'm only part 2
And you a dart
Distinguished gentlemen who love getting dick sucks
Hate comical rap, but kill men for 10 bucks
The palm lady spit on my grave and said, "Chef, you stay paid"
One shell hit you I fell with you
And till then, blow forever
Keep family snakes away -
You got a daughter to treasure
Have twins name one Caesar, female called Anisha
We out to Fiji on Easter
Good bottle of wine
Nine on me dwelling on time
Wearing bally sneaker watch Phillip Stein
Mad grey in my waves, 101-EX
Exelero behind me, dumbstruck meat heads
Thinking of the days I got robbed, not for money
When I mean albums, they couldn't catch it I fouled them
But now more aggressive, checks look special too
Do the knowledge, young boy, we professional
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On the Fly Note[Raekwon]
Maxing on a fly note, real nigga's appear
We honor those gangstas who ain't here
Legends was born, Apollo classics, young niggas with ones
The hype ratchets, New Balance and Bill Blassie
Roof top nights, the booth, coked down
Air Force on since twenty two
Live niggas try to rhyme, but died
Off the strength of the name, on wack cocaine, niggas is high
Let the beat journey, we could all see clearly
Tweak through the earlobe, with peak of this shit, we seen years go
High times rhyming, so divine, lines that taste like spring water
Shorty dope like a nine
Poison shot the lungs of young
Went through the barrel of sparrow, one who ain't hawk through the slum
Bums had no where, train style, one chain out
Mission was dust, a foam blew my brains out

[Outro: Raekwon]
Who would've thought it was me?
Who would've thought it was you?
Just vibe, just watch you ride it, ride it
**************************************************
King Of Kings (Feat. Havoc)F/ Havoc

[Intro: Havoc (Raekwon)]
Let's go (Yeah, nigga)
Good lookin' Rae that's what I'm talkin' 'bout
(It's all good don't worry about it)
You feel what I'm sayin'? (Don't worry about it)
Yeah (Word up, let's go)
You know how we gotta come at this niggas, man
Yeah.. come on.. yo

[Havoc]
Stuck, y'all like gum underneath my kicks
Better move little fucks when the heat I'll spit
The hammer clap like the ass on a meat-out chick
Dump clips like a trifflin' ass bitch to drop
If you short you're a chance in the box
But I ain't lettin' you play with the guns in the club, I'm boothin' the ox
Got my eyes on the ho's and I'm a peripheral
Got you cowards poppin' that Moe', my hand on the 'istol
Wild out, have a ball, you could drink 'til you 'url
Thought the Firewater was strong, the pound'll leave you curled
On the floor, like a new born baby, God
What you mean "Is he dead?", what type of shit is leakin' out of his head?
When you cowards see the drama and it come to a head
I'm hittin' Rae up on the jacket, it ain't much to be said
If it's on, go without sayin' somethin', deliverin'
Visa verca, this is Havoc, baby, we those niggas (we those niggas)

[Chorus 2X: Raekwon]
All that money is us, now what's fuckin' wit' us?
Eh yo all around hungry, that's us and can't get nothin' get it
Eh yo all that money, all them niggas
All them shorties, everybody yell "All lovely"

[Raekwon]
I chop meat out ya face, Daddy, gladly
Mad breeze on, rubberband currency and I splash ya visa
You know the code, yo caesar low straddlers
Front Streets, cracks all in the front seat spazzin'
Imperial wizards, Staten
Knife game off the chain and I'm with four hundred with wagons yo
Live wires, shoot darts for bread
Any map, I assist that, I'm holdin' it, all niggas dead
What? Battle for cake and fuck wizzes
We do it straight business, all mount ride, ain't no fake niggas
Reminisce, spit faces
Pissin' on the fake little swindler's list, Rae gave them niggas cake
Battle the gun, you're wildin'
I might levitatate well, I might take ya shit, push up, stylin' it
Oxes, reefers, police need us
The regime of Shaolin with Queens re-up
Fuckin' with the poisonous hand
Remember y'all, no commercial, I hurt you, yo go get ya mans

[Chorus 2X]
[Raekwon]
Eh yo select me, Gucci sneaker recipe
Not the S dot Carters, no disrespect but respect me
One of the top five gangstas alive
My element is just the Elliott Ness, niggas who hide
Yo I ran from some niggas that was police
These niggas heard about me bringin' marked money in, I had the whole East
I've been the greatest, been flippin' the latest
Somethin' like the new haggler on the Ave., ham it up, pullin' haze
And all the young niggas praise me
It's like the talent of the Six Million Dollar Man, 'yana pace
Come on, banana squeeze, aim at these Caravans
Heard he had his man and that ugly Keish'
Comin' from a galaxy of hood, hard real people gettin' ki's
Fuck wit' the media, it's all good

[Chorus 2X]
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Get Me[Sample: (?)]
I start off snorting little tiny pinches
So that I know I won't get hooked
Not on no coke, you can't get hooked
My friends have been snorting 15 years, they ain't hooked

[Raekwon]
From the tone of the voice, it's moist and choice
A special, he shoot 'em in the face with them boy
Yo, from all them niggas off of Hoy Street, came this
Large nigga taking over parole
Crib all stretched out, bulletproof saunas
Furry minks, touching the ground, she slaughtered six shrinks
One of the primetime kings, all of the young niggas
Who lived it, will sit in the box and dream
He coppin' lots of things, he even got rasta connects
Now, he bling, if lord love me, he'll throw it up, all lovely
Open the shirt, all ugly
He kept the Purple Tape, hug me
Tell that nigga Chef, when that nigga get on, plug me
There it go, Barnaby Jones and Mugsy
Two wicked cops, try'nna get their names on the come up
Shit, do not fuck with me, I won't have it
If them niggas try to pull up, what's up, get me
**************************************************
Dirty WaterDrug dealer's dream
Cruel bottles, vinyls on move
Amphetamines, a beretta and a pool
With a whale of kings
All guns is bodied, lobby in the hall
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Uncle[Intro: Raekwon]
Word up, unc's is a live nigga
Hey, Uncle, uncle! What up baby?
Yeah, yeah, I need a pair of kicks, pa
Hold me down, man, for real, for real, for real
Love you to death, nigga
Word up, word up, uncle, uncle, uncle
Yeah, fuck them niggas, homey

[Raekwon]
For years, he had the coast's on lock
Jamaicans make bread, Cubans call him pop
Was a young O.G., considerate, fly gangsta anxious
His face is rude, that made him more dangerous
Went suddenly blind, he couldn't see faces
He rock glaciers, well known in strange places
Been killin' niggas, all ages
Paid his way up out of court cases, extortin mazes
Love stay greens, livin' in Queens
Cousin named Dahoom, who you, nigga I'm Team
Dressed real ill proper, when he locked up
Playin' the wall, one foot up, what, the kid was into soccer
Love family, nigga in Miami, right, Air Force's on
Four horses smokin' on china white, they bad
He had the Shaft look, and then he yell Rae
He had cribs hooked, he had nasty books
Him and his right hand, worth a hundred in the can
Little short Dominican, little Duran was fam
Eyes bloody, pop Vasine and he studied
Gave rides to me, dropped me and Old Earth in Brooklyn
I mean Brook-lan, a super crook don off the hook
He had the juks look, and he loves Benzes and gongs
Get wands, daddy, Yukon, grow up get on's daddy
Be sure, watch for, eat all that, daddy
Yeah, young'n's, supposed to marry
Don't play me close, kept the loot in his boats, he threw the toast at me
I wanted to be with him badly
Had me like a little nigga, runnin' with wolves, they all glow gladly
Heavenly, now he seventy, got rich representin' me
He won't throw me no cash, play pool, baby
I be like, ooh, no you didn't, baby, get drunk money
You'se a slick dude, baby, slip through, baby
Yeah, I'm on, makin' records now, I be gettin' money after you gone
He's a Don, slick Juan, Marijuan', Don Juan
Eatin' Caribbean food, feedin' me wrong
Breathe from the tongue, Chef you live
Make these niggas realize you gon' be number one

[Chorus: n/a (Raekwon)]
He's a high roller, he's a shot caller
He's a slick talker, he's a big baller
(Wise words he spoke to me, look how it's suppose to be)
**************************************************
Try Me (Freestyle)[Hook: Dej Loaf] x2
Let a nigga try me, try me
I'm a get his whole mothafuckin' family
And I ain't playin wit nobody
Fuck around and I'm a catch a body

[Verse: Raekwon]
Try me, try me, I'ma pull that flame out and start firin'
Lightin' up the cheeba, schemin' on a robbery
We gon' hit your label up, they yellin' bribery
A posse like the Isleys, the Isleys
Posin' in Ferragamo, need some Visine
All us got machetes, poke you with the Yao Ming
17 holes in your Polo [?]
Stylin' since the '90s, the '90s
Shoutin' out Japan, biggin' up my Chinese
2 S Benz's flyin', those are Siamese
Burner in the bag, Gucci sneakers lime green
Don't you ever rhyme, B, no you're not me
Blowin' heavy broccoli, my sport is hockey
Yeah we fuck bad bitches, whores jock me
Flyin' in a Porsche, doors, oh stop beefin'
**************************************************
A King’s Chariot (Intro)[Instrumental Track]
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Ghetto BoyThis song has yet to be transcribed
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Intro (Vatican 3)The street is the only one that matters
Court is for uptown people
With suits, money
Lawyers with three names
If you got cash you can buy court justice
But on the street justice has no price
She's blind where the judge sits
But she's not blind out here
Out here the bitch got eyes
**************************************************
White Killers IntroIn case you thinking I'm trying to pull some of that old time nigga shit on you captain
I think you ought to know something
I hired the very best killers there are
White killers
White ones baby
So you better take good care of me
Nothing better happen to one hair on my gorgeous head
Can you dig it
**************************************************
OutroIt's immobilarity
Say...
What's you wanna do?
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Heavyweights*to be transcribed
**************************************************
Musketeers of Pig Alley (remix)[Raekwon]
Crack that pineapple open
Vision of break faces, gettin' money lay in the boats
Got big rifles, play the hood, ride Benz cycles
Y'all mens are psycho, Killah Hill 'ciples
More fly generics, money make moves, forget it
We got this locked since nineteen-seven
So many rods and weapons, ain't no more reppin's
Take the shit back, faggot, we hate that
Meet the real, we lock the real, me/him lock the steel
Pop off, pull out, drop them bills
I run with all real killas, all for realers
Nikes on, awesome gorillas
Want more then kill 'em, front war, reveal 'em
I want him stretched out, listen, he lost the buildin'
All fly gangstas, more bankers, hundred wit' us
We ex-dust niggas, don't even touch my drink
Fuck around, get shanked, stabbed, shot and broke
Ya' yolked and he blast-es through you in the faint
All my niggas get paint, yo what's my name?
Lexus Diamond, Ice Water Inc

[Interlude: Masta Killa]
Huh.. (uh-uh-uh-uh)
Uh! Yeah!
Once again in the motherfuckin' place
Fix yo' motherfuckin' face, nigga
Yeah.. you know how we gets down
Me and this mixo, we so.. we so tight
Lex Diamond sound, and uh
I bees the High Chief, Jamel Arief
Straight from East Medina
And uh.. yo.. yeah!
Yeah.. huh!

[Masta Killa]
They started jammin' in the park, just after dark
Two turntables and their DJ scratchin'
Words seemed to have an attraction when they rhymin'
Hip-hop caused the guns to start sparkin'
Temperature risin'
Drape a nigga up with the ratchet, less talkin'
Caught him on the 'nard, bomb like a G. hard
Explosion rocks the Promenade, I'm God
And he show and provin', 'knowledge how he movin'
Smift as the wisdom, move from my gate in a drunken state
I wrote this degree, adjust ya eyes in the light so you could see
Never fall victim, dictate the fate
Leave the bake for the snake
If he take than I take his head without question
In the one to fourteen check the Justice lesson
Now uh!

[Interlude: Inspectah Deck]
Uh! It's the pineapple Daquiri fuckin' up ya mindstate
Ya heard? (Yeah) Spread the motherfuckin' word
Yo!

[Inspectah Deck]
I'm from where it's real, niggas peal ya' orange
We want enough bricks that we could build apartments
I. General in the field of marksmen
The Bad Boys wit' me ain't Will or Martin
Feel what I'm droppin', I spit the ill doctrine
Spot him deep in the Killah Hill poppin'
Two feet dug in the dirt, up to the skirt
Spectator on the sideline lovin' the work
And my team ain't ya' average, CREAM we handle it
Fiends seekin' packages, beams and banana clips
Festo! If you wit' me, let's go!
The nymphos love me, X-O, X-O
Boy listen hard, think twice before you get involved
We hold the weight like cons in the prison yard
They call the riot squad, we live and in charge
Y'all non-beleivers get reminded with scars
It's the pineapple, Rebel I. natural
Fine wine hundred proof, spittin' mine at you
(CHUH-PUGH! Nigga!)
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Blue Diamond(feat. Chip Banks)

[Raekwon]
Call me the flyest jewel thief in the town jewelry nympho with info
All I need is three hold me down where the joints at chill
Its one big rockless glass And its blue play it low when we snatch that
Rock your black outfit kid Im going out kid you all mouth kid
Be the driver chill out kid Snatch the glass the we all on hold on Lord
Who holding it who bought the idea duke Its over with
No funny guy business what is this its just realness
Its only us who willing to steal this
Got my whole life on it Mans wife on it throw my black Nikes on it
With sons ready to Ike for it my position is contain yal
Sort of like dope fame on yal
Blowing game on yal Lets get this paper
Start vaporizing think about legalizing
Plus you went wrong now im Penalizing

[Chorus x2: Chip Banks]
Diamonds, grande y azul
Aiyyo we got chopo
And you can get some too
Take money

[Raekwon]
Yelling out asta la vesta last name masesta mean feon smoke with feces
Publicize this im go rise don in disguise
That will throw his arm out of five that fly
Jewel specialist fool specialist
Move like Professionalist strengthen paper excellent
Might be painting your town
Throw the drink down blowing it real-estate style
Feel my weight now Chilling healthy
And came up game up tore the frame up
Got to vote for the mayor later
Snatch something I believe in some call it thieving
But I call it extra dough on the weekend
Me and my family breezing so much ice its Freezing
The Dean switching up for a reason out of nature we be g'ing
Some of these spots Korean That saten gleam got me peeing??

[Chorus x2: Chip Banks]
We get chop dough?
And you know its true
Ayo we get chop dough
And you can get some to

[Raekwon]

Ayo the topic is laying in the tropics ill ass clique to rock with
We deligating on the block kid money invested in a deal
Lets stress it on the real side burning big phills holding bills
Technique Made us all meet Made me sit back repeat each
Started from the fame of the week
This is glory mandotory phat dough
Rocking my hand to bring cash to support me

[Chorus: x2]
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Chris Rock[Sample: Chris Rock]
They can find Saddam Hussein in a fucking hole
But you can't tell me who shot 2Pac?
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Wu Tang At It Again DJ Riddler Mix[Raekwon]
Word up to ferrier man
Shout out to ferrier
Got about six of my minks in that bitch man
Word up man
Its going down man
Listen to the plan
Automatic money
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Abaleya kopalaAbaleya kopala
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Big Beat[Intro]
Yeah
Ayo Al, what up nigga?
It’s Rae, man, you know we told ‘em we gon’ do

[Verse 1]
Ayo, they claim the greatest of all time is me, straight legend
The range, the weapon [?] to run with your shine
Blow a hundred shots and bounce, light up
We in the night up from sunset to dawn, light it up
See the mutts’ first breakout, pardon my nuts, and grab it
Where your boss at, faggot?
Switching lanes, tidier chains, listening to the things you saying
With no money, motherfucker—not a dime
I rhyme regular, still, but wish some competitors come real
It’s all about intelligent lines (Be yourself, nigga)
Yeah, that cardboard tough talk is weak
It’s maybe ‘bout six thousand of y’all and maybe three I keep
Mold and shape like I’m growing a plant
I stand, this is raw weight, don’t get knocked
I got to say it, it’s no hating (Gotta say it)
I’m just a real nigga with taste, kid (Yup)
All ass synthetic, daddy, and bass, kid (Yeah)
Stuck bottles, fucking, a fat model riding (Aww, shit)
Them goggles with the GGs all on my face
Pick a place, make your album crazy
I come through the race and put you back in your space

[Break]
Ha, and stay the fuck out my face
And get the fuck out the place
Get your ass [?]
Yo, let’s keep feeding these niggas, man
Let’s make hip-hop even more special
Word up, you know what time it is, man
It’s like, they like Jolly Ranchers
Cooking light tonight?
Yeah, yo
Ayo, ayo, ayo

[Verse 2]
Ayo, the Chef, Marlon Brando, Black Rambo
Lord of the guns; Killah Hill, where it’s 200 Rambos (We got 200 Rambos)
Grease one fiend for traffic
Get in the mix, we got fifties, half-ounces of six
Playing Lionel and Diana, talking on the phone to a whore
“Bring the baggies, take the thousand to Nana”
While I’m in the zone, cat daddy, indica home
Blowing Earth weed, pardon me, Perth weed
Looking good, smelling like Indonesia (Yes)
Hair full of waves in the caves of Pisa
Chilling singing that “Mona Lisa”
Gold teeth in my mouth, handful of rings, the thiefster
All I know is “Rob ‘em, wing ‘em”
Under the building, blinging, 24 hours of slanging
Caking off G and staking off
Me and some goons from different parts of the Mediterr-ean
They thought all my brothers were Korean
Japan know me well, stop, that’s the Chef riding a BM
X6LIGT, me, twenty years old (Yo) inside of rap’s mausoleum
Black man, free him
Any real gangsta nigga or backpacker who love rap better see him
C-H-E-F or A-L-C-H-E-M, ayo, I-S-T ‘em (Ayy, yo yo yo)

[Outro]
Ayo, Alchemist, man
Let ‘em know what we doing, my nigga
Know this is motherfucking War of the Roses right here
Real diabolical, deadly shit
Let’s go
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Range Rover (Sport)[Intro: Raekwon]
All that heroin out there, nigga
I can't tell, nigga, what's up
I can't tell you nothing no more

[Verse 1:Raekwon]
Pull up the Range sport, blow in the back of the trunk
Color sickening, bitches is blunt
Snitches get plucked and popped, cut and chopped, and yo
We generate hoods and hide this gwop
For all the blocks we invading, we be caking & strip naked
I know you wasn't selling by the building, I feel the hating
Dust blunts with heroin, servin up Steak'ems
Shot him by the building, yo, and spit on his laces
Rich niggas'll rise, more eyes, yo, Busta, what up?
Chilling like we at thе 25's out
Night time is vibe, pies gеt thrown to guys
You fuck up this money, bones is fried
I'ma stay fly, getting paper, sit on a ten acre kitchen
Bout the size of the Ritz at Penn Station, yup
Rich niggas we spot you, stay genuine, cousin
Do your numbers, fam, regardless, yo, we got you

[Interlude: Raekwon]
Hahahaha... ahhhh, do it nigga, there, you should fucking..
Fucked up New York Yankee hats on fronting
Niggas know Cuban Linx when they hear it nigga
Huh... I'm the motherfucking Ali of the game, bitch

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
Nigga Chef back, wood back, he in the good Ac'
What's hood, me in your hood, we got the good crack
Don't violate me, I hate, I'm like Star and Buc
In the morning, I'm mourning, wild on the fake, yo
Stay dropping bracelets, cases of Cryst' and Cru'
Don't even move duke, take off your shoes
We hardbody action packed, keep a baboon
The jewels is back, with strappers on, come take it
Shoebox with nothing but hash, alotta old ass
Wallies is off the meat rack, splash
Nigga, Diamond down, moving like China Town
Me and forty-five mad real niggas, we light clowns up now
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Piss In The Shark Tank[Intro: Raekwon]
Yeah (stop breathing like that man)
Uh huh, just slide in the back
It’s right there for you pa, go get that man, it’s right there (niggas is thirsty man)

[Verse: Raekwon]
I’m like a tame wolf when it come to fighting these pits
We see grub yo, vulture juice spray on my dick
A acrobat, holding two MACs, it’s all in my width
High times got the dimes in the hood, we gotta hit
Larger than ice, carve niggas’ domes with knifes
And cuddle thousands of birds and roll ‘em in rice
All that’s more [?]
2017 with the Swiss cheese at-bats, throwing hollow caps
The mansions were big, bottles of [?]
I only rock lambskins, y’all pussies is cats
What now? Hunt nothing down, it's all threaded
Watch us makе a fly sweater, y’all bettеr run, you ready?
Jewelry take it off, that's me killer, you know the drill
Keep quiet, stand still, chill, slide me a bill
I'ma do it for my niggas lost in Rikers
Now they got spikers, just make it home on the real
Ayo my slang go in convulsions
If you know the time it’s like Love Potion No. 9 for niggas who crying
I study the best and dusty the bowl
And anything between the line, Escobar the magnetic Boy George rhyme
Run a rep for the strongest, from here to VA
VA to PA, some shot niggas up for lying
This belongs in the veteran’s book, of writing wrongs
Let it live catch gray hairs, y’all stepping stone dons
I’m implying that these young boys, keep eyeing
Black some can’t hustle ‘cause they stay wining and dining
Up the wrong hole, ceiling get tapped
Don’t off-road just like BMW’s, Range’s and Land Rove’s
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Life’s HecticLife's hectic
And a bitch being skeptic



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1000 2 MillionIt's a million to 2
What's you gonna do?



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DJ Riddler BlendThe honey with the money



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The TruthThe national guard, still tearing the hood apart



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Shame on a Nigga (Snippet)Back in 93
We said shame on a nigga who doesn't put the Clan on the front!




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Make MovesMy game is extra large
How did niggas like you end up in the game?


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Gangsta CazalsYo, Chef!
Show them what's you gonna do!


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Down SouthIf things go wrong
Ima bounce down south


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A Few Good MenA few good men exist in this world



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Ain’t No JokeYeah, like Rakim, I ain't no joke



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FaceTimeHey baby, wanna face time?



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WeedYeah, scratch it up RZA...
It's Raekwon bitches



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Apple JaxYeah I'm sitting here
With the Apple Jax on...



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EnemyA general can never live
With the shame of retreat



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Gun KingYeah, you know how I go


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Spring Water (DJ Riddler Blend)The water from the spring
That's gonna make your tongue ring


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Starks & ChefIt's the Chef and Tony Stark!!



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Intro (CCC)Yeah, lets go
It's the Chef, cooking cocaine



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House of WaxWhen the OG appears you must hide



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Ice Water (Snippet)The water is cold as ice



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(Intro) Unexpected VictoryYeah
That was an unexpected victory!



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Wu Tang ProductionNo need for introduction
It's another banging, Wu-Tang production


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Still Killin’ (Verse Off Kay Slay)Still killing, still tryna earn a living



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Who Would Have ThoughtReal nigga looking for money like a pig looking for food



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VaticanLike Vatican, I'm the holiest of these niggas



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Black DustMoving the black dust



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Pop OffBefore I show off
I gotta pop off


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Major WavesYeah, who want mine???
Beat
Beat
Beat
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Kids That RichUsed to drive around Iced Out with Gucci jackets and diamond watches with Stingray straps arms hanging out the windows




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Six 6sLet the bitches beg



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