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[Raekwon]
Pit bull fights, niggaz 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 niggaz into gamblin - yo Just give me square feet, uniquely I'm handlin niggaz Done danced with niggaz, plus yo, threw niggaz 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. [Chorus: 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 attenti 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 |
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[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, why'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 why'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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Oh shit, fuck is my watch at? Shit man, 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 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 niggaz wanna play me for test Shit fell off ya hand Lord? Stop it, I'm eyein niggaz in they faces After that I'm goin' at niggaz pockets The watch, faggot yeah, y'all niggaz 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 Yo, yo, yo, yo, turn the fuckin' lights off Pass the illumin' Lord, tell the DJ yo, turn the fuckin' music off We got announcements, we want y'all to listen clear We just lost 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 Excuse me, miss, no I ain't havin' it I smacked him with the four pound, bitch hit the ground Then I stepped off, dropped out the 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 chains 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 Yo, yo, yo, yo, turn the fuckin' lights off Pass the illumin' Lord, tell the DJ yo, turn the fuckin' music off We got announcements, we want y'all to listen clear We just lost 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 Eh yo, 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 him 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, line 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 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 |
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Yes, I got you started, yes, I got you started!
[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? Yo.. uh-huh, reminisce, nigga Word up, nice sunny day, rainy day Preferable for you and yours, let's blow, yo [Raekwon] Who would of thought I would of made it ya'll Ten years later, still in the gid-game, 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 become 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 - niggaz 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" (2X) (Word up... let's go back... finish up) [Raekwon] Growin' up, we've been through hard times Life on the streets, just tryin' survive Plus my niggas got mouth's 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" (2X) (One more jewel... one more... move... let's go, let's go) [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 want to poly and grow Stack ones and watch my little dun's blow [Outro: sample] "Yes I got you started all over again" (4X) |
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[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 why'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 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 why'all, Terre-error the Squad My niggaz set it when we get in the yard Whether Marcy or Comstock, triggers 'pon cock Straight punch in ya lung and you niggaz gon' drop What? [Chorus x2] [Ghostface Killah] Yo yo yo shoot him in his mouth.. (nah) Fuck 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 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 maintenace man shit that kill that greasy blood on contact Finish you off 'cause I'm pressed for time Your man and 'em will be next to die Mothafucka! [Chorus x2] [Hook x4] |
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[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 [Chorus 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 [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 [Chorus 2X] [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 [Chorus 2X] [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, love, I'll 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 [Chorus 2X] [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 |
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| 3:50 |
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Eh yo, eh yo, Ice water
Don't get it twisted, we'll shoot yo' ass, nigga Haha Y'all mothafuckas got about fifteen seconds to live Yo, it's a new year, bitch, and I'm takin' over My whole crew here, bitch and the game is over My niggas told me face this 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 'cause 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 to donuts Yo, yo, yo Eh yo, I'm blazin' hot, never haze or flop Wanna battle? Name ya price, I'ma raise the pot Put ya car on the line, I'ma take ya drop Put ya jewels up, I'ma take ya chain and watch It's like I hard ball and you, you play soft Just call me the Hitler when I spit about eight off 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, pop ya dame Only reason that I came through's to lock the game Yo, it's time to die, who you gon' run to? Who you gon' call when them dogs come confront you? You stand firm or be the bitch that you is? Would you grab the guns or run into the pigs, you mothafucka, huh? It's time to die, who you gon' run to? Who you gon' call when them dogs come confront you? You stand firm or be the bitch that you is? Would you grab the guns or run get yo' wiz, you mothafucka, huh? 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 'cause 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, I see not used to money off the books Broke faggot nigga caught in a jukes I'm a pirate in this rap shit, I leave you niggas off the hook 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 we 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 'cause 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 Yo, it's time to die, who you gon' run to? Who you gon' call when them dogs come confront you? You stand firm or be the bitch that you is? Would you grab the guns or run to the pigs, you mothafucka, huh? It's time to die, who you gon' run to? Who you gon' call when them dogs come confront you? You stand firm or be the bitch that you is? Would you grab the guns or run get yo' wiz, you mothafucka, huh? I'm tellin' you, man Young motherfuckers, man That niggas is really fuckin' pissin' me off Who you gon' run to? Fuckin' you gon' go call when I put this motherfuckin' Fo' fo' long in yo' motherfuckin' mouth, boy? Shot in yo' face Who the fuck you gon' call? Call the cops |
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[Chorus 2X: 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.. (Polite: oh shit)) [Raekwon] 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 [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' 'cause 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! [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] The story.. oh shit.. mothafucka! Hahahahaha |
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| 3:06 |
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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 reppins Take the shit back, faggot, we hate that Meet the real, we lock the real, me lock the steel Pop off, pull out, drop them bills I run with all real killas, all for realer 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 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 Areif Straight from East Medina And uh yo yeah, yeah, huh 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 Uh it's the pineapple daquiri fuckin' up ya mindstate Ya heard? Spread the motherfuckin' word, yo 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 in the skirt Spectator on the sideline lovin' the work And my team ain't ya' average, cream we handle it Fiends seekin' packages, beans 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-believers get reminded with scars It's the pineapple, rebel I natural Fine wine hundred proof, spittin' mine at you, nigga |
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| 3:44 |
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This is little Kane though
His little sobrero, huh Aiyo, aiyo Aiyo, butter pecan Rican, 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 You got them fat legs, killin' them Gucci's Heels on with your fat coochie The way ya spillin', you seducin' me Take time, create, yeah, my legend is straight now Your inner vibe's the side of the juicy Cheeba queen, [Incomprehensible] jeans, state to state An' 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'ma 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, that's a warnin', duke Watch me climb, that pussy looks shaped an' designed Line for line, rhyme for rhyme That coochie is mine, I might just eat it this time Aiyo, butter pecan Rican, 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 Aiyo, butter pecan Rican, 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 Shut the fuck up an' 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 niggaz, 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' an' 'Boo boo' So every time 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 2' So put some Vicky Secret on, trick, I might swing through Aiyo, butter pecan Rican, 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 Aiyo, butter pecan Rican, 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 Yo, I love my dick size, like I love women an' 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 an' you're lookin' 'Ice Cream' this summer Better than Beyonce, Halle Berry an' 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 Aiyo, butter pecan Rican, 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 Aiyo, butter pecan Rican, 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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(featuring Tiffany Villareal)
[Chorus: Tiffany Villareal] 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. [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, 'cause 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 niggaz, there, yo The older we get, we understand, you might tear [Chorus w/ ad-libs] [Raekwon] You keep the little young ones, happy, true Graduations occurred, 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 niggaz is gay" They keep police invadin' your space, we can't live Plus, they gassin' the mayor, them niggaz 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, 'cause you gave it God and life [Chorus w/ ad-libs] [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 successful 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 'cause 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 [Chorus 2X w/ ad-libs] |
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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 [Hook: x 2] Eh yo 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 Chorus] 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 [Capone] Eh yo 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'ma live bossy Way out on Fantasy Island with Mr. Roth, be |
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[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 'cause 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 want to 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'ma kill his ass And I don't, want to talk I want a mill in cash I come through 'tards shittin', lookin' ill in the past 'cause 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 [Chorus 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 why'all want from me? why'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..) [Chorus 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 [Chorus 2X] |
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[Intro: Raekwon (Tekitha)]
Chill, nigga, chill. Get some rest, man, come on, man Stop playin' wit' me, man (ohhhhhhh ohhhhhhh ohhhhh) [Chorus: 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 [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 [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 [Chorus] [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'ma fill up the space.. did ya think I was talkin' out the side of my neck.. You left me alone, what did you expect? [Chorus] [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 [Chorus] [Tekitha] Heeeeeeyyyyyy... yyyyyyyyyeeeeeeaaaaaahhhhh Forever.. ohhhhhhh bbbbaaaaaaabbbbbbbbyyy Ohhhhhhh yyyyyooooouuuuuu yyyyyyyyyyoooooooouuuuu [Chorus to the fade] |
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