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Raekwon - Clientele Kidd (feat. Fat Joe & Ghostface) - lyrics

f/ Fat Joe, Ghostface Killah, Polite
[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 up?
[Hook x2: Polite]
Who don't know? They don't know, betta let 'em know
There they go, here we go
[Raekwon]
Aiyo Clientele Kidd
Layin in the crib gettin' ill money, those who 8 hours get gig
Got rugby's on and 4/5ths
Attractin' them niggaz I go against, the money was his
One nasty unit of murderers, all type of Goons'll watch
Then four minutes later they burgulars
I heard from the grapevine mine made it
Elevate the name up, this gift gotta 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
[Chorus x2: Polite]
CHEF! We designin', rhymin' with Diamonds
CHEF! Ice Water, it was all in the timin'
CHEF! He gave y'all niggaz bricks on consignment
CHEF! To the death and he Billboard climbin'
[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 met he cue and
you see about 100 Puerto Rican niggaz shootin'
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 ***** happened?
How you leave the dope game to persue 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 niggaz set it when we get in the yard
Whether Marcy or Comstock, triggers 'pon *****
Straight punch in ya lung and you niggaz gon' drop
What?
[Chorus x2]
[Ghostface Killah]
Yo yo yo shoot him in his mouth.. (nah)
***** him, get the gasoline tell Terry to pull the act 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 *****ed his *****
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 maintenace 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
Motha*****a!
[Chorus x2]
[Hook x4]

Raekwon - Canal Street - lyrics

[Intro: Raekwon]
Aiyo, ya'll ready right? (professionals) Aight
None of that fronting shit, neithers, nigga, it's broad day (immediatly, nigga)
(What the ***** nigga talking bout?) Word up, the store is over there,
Nigga, let's go
(Have I ever fronted on you nigga? Yo, you grab the three from him,
You grab the heatholders)
Yeah, we got the big jewelry in the window (you grab the watches, nigga)
You seen that shit? You seen that other shit? (You better come out and
Do something, nigga)
Right, good good, that's me right there, aiyo you, everybody come out
All you gotta do is just come with the bricks, son
I got a big brick in the mutha*****ing little bag, nigga
Take that, just smash the shit out
Bout four-five niggas gon' spit it - [gunshots]
Move! Let's go. police, come on son! They right down the block, nigga
Ya'll got that? You check the train station, one son (Good!)
[Raekwon:]
All of our fathers is bank robbers, holding techs
Eighths of heroin, shooting in the steps
In the 60's, niggas was poor, check the revelation
Now we rock six fifties in the snow
AK's, AR's, wire jaws, say ours
Wirecell frames in the rain, Marvin Gaye on
Goose bubbles on, stuck in the huddle, trynna transform
Every gram action to a sandstorm
Fly through my block you live, make a ***** stop
Have your shit *****ed, yo, niggas might dive on you
All we wear is Filas, Guess, suede fronts, beehives
Bally sneakers, big jewels, Levi's
[Chorus: Raekwon]
Back to slinging every 45 minutes
G's 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 won't credit niggas
Just a lifestyle, the holders with the drugs is dreaded
Just a typical day to get wiped out
[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 patrants
Blood that flood the hall, every head'll drop
Jump in the Maybach, switch the station
These rap niggas is wash, 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, reigns and the fifths are stainless
Gun down your trooper, grenade your coupe up
Plain and simple niggas is poo-putt
***** with my crew, what? Either you shot or you cut
Real nigga to real nigga, man, you know how we get down, man
[Chorus]

Raekwon - Catalina - lyrics

(feat. Lyfe Jennings)
[Intro:]
Where is he?
Concentrating on the job
Don't disturb the Doctor
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
Ey yo (ey yo)
[Verse 1: Raekwon The Chef]
I grew up on the foul side
Nickel-bag valcyte
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 woulda did if you steal from me
All my life around drug niggas villains who want millions
Niggas with them hoodies on with teks in the building
Mad fiends, bags and green, Gillette razors, fly neighbors
All our blazers designer jeans
That's why we live (yup)
Niggas need shit in their crib
Go broke, you go and rope you a Vick
It's just full-time stragglers
Niggas try to take your place
And smile in your face
But still in all backstabbers
[Chorus: Lyfe Jennings]
I'm just trying to get on
Leave a couple mil to my kids when I'm gone
And nigga that ain't cologne
It's the smell of this money
I'm just trying to get home
Cause I don't know when my karma gonna catch up
I don't know when the toilet gonna back up
And put me in some shit that I can't get out of
[Verse 2: Raekwon The Chef]
Come on
Bags of money
Trying to stay rich and fly
Keep it cool, silks and dungarees
Krug 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 crews stay in the cut
Pacing from here to LA and Hawaii and Cuba
Blue new oozie too serial numbers is braille
So when you rub against it feel on ?
Now I'm with some special niggas, next level niggas
With rubber bezels who drive Exeleros with jewels
? boots on, olive goose, calamari soups
And noodles that spell out "Ya'll niggas the truth"
What it is baby boy, reclining in a big Benz lazyboy
Endsed up, lenses on, Chips Ahoy
Shipping triple, niggas try to stop the issue
And *****-block but can't stop the official
[Chorus: Lyfe Jennings]
I'm just trying to get on
Leave a couple mil to my kids when I'm gone
And nigga that ain't cologne
It's the smell of this money
I'm just trying to get home
Cause I don't know when my karma gonna catch up
I don't know when the toilet gonna bck up
And put me in some shit that I can't get out of

Raekwon - Chop Chop Ninja - lyrics

(feat. Inspectah Deck & Estelle)
[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
[Chorus: 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
[Intro: Raekwon]
Get away from there... shit
Want to believe it...
Yeah... oh shit
Fresh from the lands of Shaolin, nigga
Check this shit out, man, yo
[Raekwon:]
He threw a kick at me, I back-slapped him, I pulled out the mack
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 bengals 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
[Chorus: 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
[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 retaliation, 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
[Chorus: 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
[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
[Inspectah Deck:]
Respect mine, or there go your head line
A nigga got caught up, and left ***** sporting a necktie
Skip town slide to west side, CSI riding on my hides
So I'm out til next time
[Hook x3: Estelle]
Ha-ah, ha-ha-ah
Ha-ah, oooh-oooh-ooh-ooooooh

Raekwon - Casablanca - lyrics

[conversation]:
Stop touching the *****ing door man
You so *****ing paranoid man
Whats the matter wit you man?
Its like a nigga could write for hours
And get real theatrical wit this,
Understand?
Tellin you kid,
I got stripes when it comes to this right here,
Yall know my repertoire
Its dangerous, and the cats I roll wit is dangerous
And they aint your regular average cats
Here we go..
Verse 1:
Aiyyo,
Its all elegance
He spoke third power style high intelligence
A young man handle the game like merill lynch
3 a.m. breathing, leaning in gates
I mean creaming,
Selling these cakes in slabs like lanolakes
Fiends beaming, steaming
Associated wit names and demons
All apparant reasons
We live here the gate blew in a year
Sorta like time share where crime
Sport it like I shine yeah,
Rainbow dough was the emmo
So many flavours yo,
Buy your neighbour off underwater vault
Then I met him, colombian name flako
Had the whole block locked selling tons in morocco
Wristwatch fachera costanti, 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
***** large percentage on her rich motor lodge
Lost her arm, shot wid a ak up in the south
Paramedics rocked her,
Said she had connections out anartica
Barrels of juices from florida
Cant forget live dusthead centerfoldin
Out in club med butt ass layin like she dead
Wise guys fell for her ambiance
Pull it together, black renassaince
Queen elizabeth aunt
Crazy swift cristal murderer
Guzzle the shit like she dying kid
Showing off her diamond
Flashbacks now its me and him again
Last word I caught
put your money in we could have the shit bumpin
Thats federalo music
I caught the glimpse from the *****
When she winched yeah santa a grinch
She blinked twitched her nose then froze
Check your rolls by the blow
Its time to roll nigga lets go
I thought about it
Broke the money down
Whats 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 aint hit him wid 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 thats yours
He opened up the door this nigga wildin
His ***** is in shock
Start smiling and speaking on valen
Yo wisen up ***** this from the rich
Immobilize the game get your name right
Envelope came hype
Regards from the mayor you hype
***** right, lets ***** this money up
And get large and blow outta sight
Wise niggas wake up
Dead niggas lose
Who you gon choose
Me or him
You a fool
Pay attention
***** around meet the tension
See you in the next dimension
Yall niggas didnt listen
(repeat x3)

Raekwon - Clientele Kidd - lyrics

(feat. Fat Joe, Ghostface Killah, Polite)
[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 up?
[Hook x2: Polite]
Who don't know? They don't know, betta let 'em know
There they go, here we go
[Raekwon]
Aiyo Clientele Kidd
Layin in the crib gettin' ill money, those who 8 hours get gig
Got rugby's on and 4/5ths
Attractin' them niggaz I go against, the money was his
One nasty unit of murderers, all type of Goons'll watch
Then four minutes later they burgulars
I heard from the grapevine mine made it
Elevate the name up, this gift gotta 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
[Chorus x2: Polite]
CHEF! We designin', rhymin' with Diamonds
CHEF! Ice Water, it was all in the timin'
CHEF! He gave y'all niggaz bricks on consignment
CHEF! To the death and he Billboard climbin'
[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 met he cue and
you see about 100 Puerto Rican niggaz shootin'
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 ***** happened?
How you leave the dope game to persue 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 niggaz set it when we get in the yard
Whether Marcy or Comstock, triggers 'pon *****
Straight punch in ya lung and you niggaz gon' drop
What?
[Chorus x2]
[Ghostface Killah]
Yo yo yo shoot him in his mouth.. (nah)
***** him, get the gasoline tell Terry to pull the act 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 *****ed his *****
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 maintenace 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
Motha*****a!
[Chorus x2]
[Hook x4]

Raekwon - Cocaine World - lyrics

[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 *****ing crazy
I see about forty dollars on the floor...
I know somebody know something man
*****ing pricks be standing around and don't be acting
Like you don't know, tell us what's going on
Get the ***** outta here...
[Raekwon:]
Yo, aiyo, couldn't believe what happened to Steve
They found him in the grass, butt ass *****, 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 ***** 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 ***** 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
Cause 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'm a 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?
Cause 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
*****ing 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
Mutha*****ing 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...

Raekwon - Counterfittin' - lyrics

[Intro: Raekwon]
It's the spot, he knew what the ***** he do
***** 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 *****es, to give out
Names getting bigger, these flames'll come out quick --
***** 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
[sample: x4] "I got to have it"
[Raekwon:]
Stainless steel, kitchen mill', fishing, we steal *****es
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, *****ing, seventy ounces
Give it to these niggas out of town, you heard?

Raekwon - Crane Style - lyrics

(feat. Busta Rhymes)
[Intro: Raekwon]
Come on, man, you a wild dude, Chef
Talk to them niggas, man, stop playing, man
For real, man
[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 Cru'
All my niggas do what I got 'em for
Extra flashy grind, hit 'em with a crisp rhyme
Lines is nothing, blunt out, ***** 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 Filipino in Kuwait getting treated
Heavy horror armor, spike a ***** like her
Half a pound of good weed, then float through Gowanus
Brilliant master, sixteenth chapel in the Apple
Flooded up, Warridge wackos
Park Hillians getting hillions, that means millions
All on feet like Nigerian
[Busta Rhymes:]
Shallah, I got 'em
Heat-seeking missile spit, don't even try to hide, nigga
Sizzle through your skin bars, call me cyanide, *****
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
Cause once the fuse is lit and we strike a match and the spark smell
My fangs 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
Cause once I finish dudes, it's unfortunate for them yappers
Throw them in the trash, they ain't no recycling bin for rappers
I microphone control, it's the current dominant factor
The records been bodied, I personally request the pastor, gone

Raekwon - 100 Rounds - lyrics

Man: yo
What up d? huh?
You bought that from tower records?
Whats that, let me see that bag
Get the ***** off, get the ***** off it
Come here man, what the ***** i...(banging)
Like that nigga, give me that man
You dead on this purple tape nigga you dead on that
***** outta here (gun *****)
Raekwon: niggas think I cant sell five million?
Yall niggas is mad
Yall must not know the work I put in on this
For real, thats for real for real (ha ha)
Represent, flick it up all day nigga, immobilarity
Yall know my work, this category is raw
[raekwon]
Aiyo slash your position
Verbal mike physician
Blow lines like chimes in the kitchen
God should 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
Lets like multiply
Con-nect both sides, big shit low rides, ga-lide
Everybody bump once
Yo chef gonna throw yall 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
Im a night freak,
Boating on the weekends, ten a week
Flows spray it like clinique
Rich unique, ***** you weak
Contact reek, we callin up leek
Yo he famous like ali feet, yo mystical
Rap larry davis with a pistol
And dis you
You a student, *****in wit a principal
Chorus(x2)
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
[raekwon]
Yo, ayo glass tree house
Yo, fiendin like ***** 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
*****es got love and support
Yo, leather jacket, yellow
Leather hat, mack it real mellow
New york state of mind, crime othello
Wild zoo of *****es, burrow thats 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
Chorus(x2)
[raekwon]
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 *****es in barook
Cute big, fat *****es 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 wouldnt
Flexible impact rhymin professional
We staked out eatin all side vegetables
Prosperity rhymes, lines
Casians and asians
Lets blaze niggas with the shine
Chorus(x2)
Raekwon: yea word up, thats right ha ha
Yall 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
Its the 2 with the 3 zeros, here me?
Its gonna get technical for real
Lets play the game right
Its jus a friendly game of baseball
Ha feel me? hey yo santanna, yo
Bring that suitcase in here kid
Lets count that, where it came from?
Where it came from? rollin like ten at a time...
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