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Yeah yeah I'm tired of doing this shit
Aight word, aight I'ma set it Tell me how you feel man Yo son, check the fly shit son Sup cousin how you doin? Yo baby check it man I got a new connect son, for real man Fuck all this twenty-four brick shit man No doubt My man got out of state for fifteen Yeah YouknowhatI'msayin? Yo know my man's gonna represent PA, politickin to death so Right right It's all good, what's up? What you want to 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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Intro:
[Raekwon] One for you, one for me Two for you, one-two for me Three for you... [Ghostface] What? I'll smack fuck out ya Smack fire out your fuckin ass, what the fuck you think this is man? Get the fuck up outta here man [Raekwon] So yo matter of fact, the man is back [Ghostface] Think my head is madder than fuckin fire [Raekwon] Shit aight, this ain't even enough burn right here This ain't enough [Ghostface] Fuck it man [Raekwon] We gonna shoot right over there And yo them niggaz got the big CREAM over there So just chill [Ghostface] So let's do this the fuck up, roll up like tropical kid Don't play me like I got a flowerpot head kid Just chill man [Raekwon] On the real let's go get this money fast Son I know how we gotta do this kid *shots fire* [Ghostface] Scrungy-head motherfucker Verse One: Raekwon the Chef Lay on the crime scene, sippin fine wines Pullin nines on, UFO's, takin they fly clothes They eyes closed, we gettin loot No doubt, check the word of mouth, unheard about Guns go off and now a murder bout I'm out My raps play the part like a Get Smart secret agent in a maze and, styles blazin, Johnny Blaze and Tony Starks in a daze and rhymin, my nigga Lou Diamond will wrap it up We like Meth to go and fuck with Noodles Havin them poodles on the lockdown buyin me Amarett-ahs, and chewables, stackin pharmecuetical Rap niggaz on dust and wools Yo, I told you, some kill rob and fold The gold's untold, fuck it it beats parole So stroll marvelous, soul controller of the whole globe, god damn I got it sewn And yo, whattup pop, pop the suitcase high And we can talk, you can walk out the fuckin building And get caught, save the fully inflatable Rap relatable, drug relatable Niggaz here to play with you A hundred dollar Rottweiler goes to spot sellers Guns and glocks go to niggaz who got props on top, jail niggaz get mad bigger And yo, mail a guy about a hundred pictures Word to momma, this rap wonderama team got drama Comma, plus smoke realize marijuana Chef may resign to boat across the Farasana Immaculate plus all my guns so accurate They get CREAM and the cuisine in Queens I told you, money stated with the night beams, and two rings Crazy fat, gettin ready to do this shit [Ghostface] Sniff mad shit man, what the fuck *car peels and crashes* Verse Two: Ghostface Killer Who's the Knucklehead, wantin respect? Chop his fingers in the drug game, money well known Lead singer, humdinger, flash is the aftermath Here's his photograph Run up in his lab, take off the mask Chaz and think fast Don't laugh, bag the cash, grab the hash, don't forget his stash Grab the tear gas, and place it in his face fast The full blast ... Then skate to the next state Further upstate, I heard they got crazy weight Bagged up by the gates, in crates like disco breaks Yo look out for Jakes, give it all it takes Let's burn the place before we motivate Yo Blake, niggaz don't fink, rape his mate if the bitch scream, for God's sake, grab the grey tape It's by the plate, with the blow crushed up with the flakes Killer snakes, four bodies found floatin in lakes Drug related, paper talkin bout the kids who didn't make it Hits without a trace, never seen the Big see Rae and Ghostface Congratulations Chef, let's celebrate and sip an eighth Verse Three: you-God The rap scar is on rap chrome Put it on seal it on, we're silicone Spark it on your Talkathon This rap phenomenon, to word is bond to the arms Hit me on the hip and horns, rap chaperone Scars tone, bar clones, war tones, raw tones Blowin out the door, bones but Your rap's fraudulent, float in these rap quarter inches Reinforced with suspense, be on your rap sword defense These microphone professional, sensational Fully operational, I got NIGGAZ here to play with you You know the steez you know my whole program Brothers from the No-Lands, all we want is the G's guns and grams, livin fat like the Hoffa Mafia, sippin eatin pastas Layin in the house tellin the seeds about the sagas Before we got Germanic and thoughts got sporadic We grabbed golden tablets and quick guarded the Abbots Slugs hit the belly put tones into the telly Sucker tried to knock me out the box like skelly I smoke the weed dreams I drop top two degrees Honeydips spendin G's on nails and hair weave The crime boss, takin no loss, excessive force We can play the A-Train, back of the iron horse Yo man, knahmsayin? Fuck it man *car squeels and crashes twice* |
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[movie sample from 'Scarface']
'I told you a long time ago you fuckin little monkey not to FUCK ME.' 'Hey hey, who the FUCK you think you goin for huh??!' 'Who the fuck you think I am your fuckin dough-boy?' 'You wanna go to war?.... Wanna go to war, OK?' Intro: Raekwon Comin up on half a mil, we build Get real God, taking you on another one Son Uhh, Julio Igleasias Makin CREAM like that nigga [Ghostface Killah] Yo, first of all son, peep the arson Many brothers I be sparkin and bustin mad light inside the dark Call me dough snatcher, just the brother for the rapture I handglide, holdin on strong, hard to capture Extravagant, RZA bake the track and it's militant Then I react, like a convict, and start killin shit It's manifested, the Gods work like appliances Dealin in my cypher I revolve around sciences The ninth chamber, nigga trapped inside my hallway You try to flee but you got smoked up by the doorway (blaow! blaow! blaow!) No question, I send your ass back, right to the essence Your whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you restin While I'll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops Throwin niggaz off airplanes cause CASH RULES Everything around me black as you can see Swallow this murder one verse like God degree Then analyze my soundtrack for satisfaction You adapt like a flashback chain reaction [Raekwon] Mace them niggas son... AK's black bust back like seventy Macs I'm all that, street niggaz knowin my steez black Ron G, you know he coincide with me see Marvelous, Menace fo' Society But anyway, let's toast, champagne thoughts with Ghost I max the most shotguns through the nose Phonograph hip-hop put me on top 'Lo wears, and Tommy Hil fly shit with a knot The Witty Unpredictable live shit, drive by shit Do or die shit, I'll take your lie and shit And then you know I'm runnin through the penal foul Four-toothed child was wild The old lady snitched, but fuck it, you know it One love kid, no I'm not doin a bid Too much to get for what cause six niggaz got stuck, and the nigga chain was truck Yo fuck that, Criminology rap Speakers stay jet black floating in the flyest Ac Nigga... bring it! Yeah Much love go to New York City All my Tommy Hil ice rockin niggaz |
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He looks determined without being ruthless
Something heroic in this man There's a courage about him, doesn't look like a killer Comes across so calm Acts like he has a dream full of passion You don't trust me, huh? Well, you know why I do, we're not supposed to trust anyone in our profession anyway Knock niggaz out the box all the time Bitches on my mother fuckin' records pah Big ones, yeah, big fuckers Straight up, fuck your whole team Yeah bust it, yo, yo, fly G.I. niggaz Now yo yo, whattup yo, time is runnin' out It's for real though, let's connect politic, ditto! We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases Word up, peace incarcerated scarfaces Thug related style attract millions Fans, they understand my plan Who's the kid up in the green Land? Me and the RZA connect, blow a fuse, you lose Half-ass crews get demolished and bruised Fake be frontin', hourglass heads niggaz be wantin' Shuttin' down your slot, time for pumpin' Poisonous sting which thumps up and act chumps Raise a heavy generator But yo, guess who's the black Trump? Dough be flowin' by the hour's Wu, we got the collars, scholars Word life, peace to power and my whole unit Word up! Quick to set it, don't wet it Real niggas lick shots, peace Connecticut Now yo yo, whattup yo, time is runnin' out It's for real though, let's connect politic, ditto! We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases Word up, peace incarcerated scarfaces Chef'll shine like marble, rhyme remarkable Real niggaz raise up, spend your money, argue But this time is for the uninvited Go head and rhyme to it, big nigga mics is gettin' fired Morphine sticks be burnin' like chlorine Niggaz recognize from here to Baltimore to Fort Green But hold up, Moet be tastin' like throw-up My mob roll up, dripped to death, whips rolled up Ya never had no wins, slidin' in these dens wit Timbs With Mac-10's and broke friends Ya got guns, got guns too, what up son, do You wanna battle for cash and see who Sun too? I probably wax, tax, smack rap niggaz who fax Niggaz lyrics is wack nigga Can't stand unofficial, wet tissue, blank bustin' Scud missles You rollin' like Trump, you get your meat lumped For real, it's just slang rap democracy Here's the policy, slide off the ring, plus the Wallabees Check the status, soon to see me at Caesar's Palace eatin' salads We beatin mics and the keys to Dallas I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell From where we at to my man's cell From staircase to stage, minimun wage But soon to get a article in 'Rap Page' But all I need is my house, my gat, my Ac Bank account fat, it's goin' down like that And pardon the French but let me speak Italian Black Stallion, dwellin' on Shaolin That means the island of Staten And niggaz carry gats and mad police from Manhattan Now yo yo, whattup yo, time is runnin' out It's for real though, let's connect politic, ditto! We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases Word up, peace incarcerated scarfaces I do this for barber shop niggaz in the Plaza Catchin asthma, Rae is stickin' gun-flashers Well-dressed, skatin' through the projects wit big ones Broke elevators, turn the lights out, stick one Upstairs, switch like a chameleon Hip Brazilians, pass the cash or Leave your children, leave the buildin' Niggas, yo they be foldin' like envelopes under pressure Like Lou Farigno on coke Yo, Africans denyin' niggaz up in yellow cabs Musty like funk, wavin' they arms, the Arabs Sit back, coolin' like Kahlua's on rocks On the crack spots, rubberband wrapped on my knots You bitches who fuck dreds on Sudafeds Pussy's hurtin', they did it for a yard for the Feds Word up, cousin, nigga, I seen it Like a 27-inch Zenith, believe it! Now yo yo, whattup yo, time is runnin' out It's for real though, let's connect politic, ditto! We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases Word up, peace incarcerated scarfaces Now yo yo, whattup 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 Peace incarcerated scarfaces |
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Intro: Blue Raspberry
Summer's dream inside Of how I'm gonna get mine I'm thinkin bou-owowow-out so many ways Of how to conquer, these raihahahahahny days... [You sang beautifully just now] [ I sang for him, and he isn't here] *birds craw and cackle* It's going down man, word man Sup black? Niggaz is fuckin around my gate man Word? Fuck em... yo, I'ma murder somebody man For real I ain't playin Whatever whatever... Chorus: Blue Raspberry It's raining, he's changing My man is going insane Insane... Verse One: Ghostface Killer The war is on, yo On rainy dayz I sit back and count ways on how to get rich son, show and prove, ask my blitz Stood up late nights, build with my a-lias We can pull a heist, snatch ice, or rock mics But this rap shit, got me want to clack back the latch How it goes Leon, pesos made from scratch but in due time, soon to get mine like Bugsy Heavy on the wrist, Polo mock socks and rugbies Old flicks remind me of Gucci's, pack em in your square and little macks milk, blast the year That was Bill Bill, fast forward, ninety-four Who got the bad base? Filthiest fiends scream for more Bless me out of state, howdy Jake's, Starks is back Niggaz want work, now I pull back off a G-Pack Coke rocks, fled to co-ops livin gossip Them big lip niggaz singin to cops need to box it Stop it, the projects overflooded with slow leaks the fiends get, new faces get wrapped in sheets I gotta get mine, like my old Earth, bless the cheese blind Sippin on fine wine, the power of the blacks refined (Raining) devine Waiting on these raw teats takes too long It's like waiting on babies, it makes me want to slay thee But that's ungodly, so yo God, pardon me I need it real quick, the dope flow like penmanship Many heads get pistol-whipped, I blow spots like horse shit So now, talk, shit, nigga, what?? Chorus: Blue Raspberry It's raining, he's changing My man is going insane Insane... Past sunlight, more gunfight Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef ...time to get the feeling, word up What brings rain hail snow and earthquakes The beat breaks, cause all my niggaz to break son Styles is similar to criminals locked up With gats, ghetto tabernacles is fucked up I live once though, the mind stays infinite Travel in the church, nine planets, in my midst While I carry, to earn a decent salary Soon get married, raise a family, but the plan'll be real great, to sit up in the loft, count stacks and max And real cats cold watch my back But listen to the Wu soon, and maintain It's all real, starvin individuals kill I puff what's only right, leave the poison alone Projects, infested with rats cats and crack homes Half of us'll try to make it, the other half'll try to take it So many fake half real freedom-ville Born to science my alliance analyzes Wild surprises, keepin my eyes wide to this The unfortunate, layin in mountains countin With jewelry on, can it be the next team house the horn Chill Dunn, just for real ones, light the lye up I hate to have to tie the next guy up Pay attention to Tims ten wins, Wu blends Now I'm starin you, the true buckle up Now who's a legend? Chorus: Blue Raspberry, Raekwon the Chef It's raining, he's changing Word up Dunn It's raining, he's changing Peace to Philly, VA, these days My man is going insane Word up y'all My man is going insane Word up Insane The sun moon and stars Fly cars, word up y'all No sunlight, more gun fights I've lost him to the street life Street life No cash flow, no more dough He's someone I don't even know Someone I don't know Rainy Dayz... (children playing) Gettin through those rainy dayz Gettin through those rainy dayz Gettin through those rainy dayz Gettin through those rainy dayz I lost him to the street life The street life, whoahhhhh |
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Intro: Raekwon [Ghostface Killah] {Skinny Lookin Big Headed Nigga}
Right here, low side, hold up, let me go talk to this cat Yo kid, what up Starks what up? Yo [sup baby?] I just seen this kid over there right over there by your buildin and shit I know he down with your team [who?] I don't know, some skinny lookin, big headed nigga [ain't makin no fuckin sales though...] Yo son, i just seen 5 fiends around 'a nigga, son! [fuck it, we gotta go] Fuck it, let's go over there I'm a show you this nigga Hold up hold up {Deep niggas, think niggas don't know what the fuck--} Here he go right there {hold up} [that cat?] word up [aiyo kid, what the fuck is you doin man?] {what the fuck you talkin to?] i'm talkin to you [I'm talkin to you] {Ain't talkin to me?} [open your hand, what the fuck is that in your hand? man] What *smack* come here, come here [my shit, my shit] [grab that nigga] *5 shots* [Oh shit, I'm here son] Damn son! Bleedin son [grab this, take this, im goin up in the god's house Before the cops come] I'mma throw this shit away [go head, fuck that, 17] [Niggas try to assasinate...] It's the remix Son Can it be, act like you know Check it [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 smoke the black dust kept my hands clutched, I'm fallin in lust Spore plush I played my hand like a royal flush Baggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty woman I put it in him, shot up in him, deadly venom I hung around the big time bosses Illegal force 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 dose off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped and got licked like Papsy in a mob flick I got hit Stumblin holdin 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, but now I'm a outlaw Ray Cartegna, carry a fo'-fo' nigga [Chorus: both] {Can it be that it was all so simple then?} Dedicated to the Gods and Earths Dedicated to babies who came feet first Dedicated to Up North and down state Dedicated to rich niggaz who sell weights Dedicated to projects with black kids Dedicated to man who build pyramids [Raekwon] It started off on the Island, AK Shaolin niggaz wildin Old folks scream : stop the violence! True layin up yo, watchin these crack niggaz Playin nuff crap games for what see? Back in days, crime pays in mad ways Sportin Tommy Hil with caves 360 waves And no searchin for loose ends, now flex 300 Benz Mad 10's with mad diamonds Now that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggaz 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 I got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and better and fat leather, so whatever, bring it on *Can it be that it was all so simple then* repeated Outro: Raekwon [Ghostface Killah] Murderous material stacked up Peace to Mazes [for real] Meditatin on life Go, word up y'all Crazy fly, dedication, to my people's word up Peace to all my brothers that I ain't gon' see no more Peace to brothers on the Island, Up North [straight up, love this boy, on like that] Word up, peace to man, woman and child Word up [cover baby] Projects people one love Keep ya head clear, we outta here Movin silence, bad boys Creatin the murderous stacks for ya head peace [bald heads, for real though] Glows Style Yo, fly chick It's the remix yo 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, the battle, the beats all types of shit For real ya |
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[Ghostface Killa]
Tommy Hil' rockin ice niggaz Tommy Hil' ice rockin niggaz who fuck... Mira, afrente Take a one on one to this shit y'all (yeah) Get your nostrils clear (yeah) Come on, sniff your brains out All my Al Capone, Al Pacino niggaz (yeah) Who's down with drug smuggling Cappadonna, Golden Arms [Ghostface Killa] Yo, yo Take out the rap kingpin, the black Jesus I know a few niggaz sniff coke, it cause seizures Peace to half-moon Caesars And all the bitches in the bleachers Hot weather, sex on the beaches Jury shopping out of the country Deluxe luxury, people saying them not change Look, truckle me But what about the Wonder Woman bracelet Two-oh point three diamond cut engraved rubies Kid I laced it My sweet tooth gotta nigga throbbin, ready for robbin But first hit Maria's, for a butter almond The bionic microphone is stacked mechanic Move like a bunch of Mexicans with bandanas Son, it's on so we can just Maxamillion I got the spot sewn, so we can make a billion The God's tropical Ladies call me black fruit punch Rainbow, flavored niggas murder niggas for lunch Peace to the Paris crew in the avenue, and my nigga Jay Love Who carries switch blades on the red roof [Cappadonna] Yo, the first branch, the third leaf, whoever want it got beef I politic, show love, crush those who dare creep Into my realm of sunshine I praise divine Fine line between dawn of dumb, deaf and blind He ain't mine, he shook like the faggots on daytime Crossed over grain while we was bubblin moonshine Sippin on the Moet, laid up, Rae-Gambino Mastermind the plan, Tony Starks, Cappachino Develop while your head be swellin up all for the nation Blinded by the ice while I release the confrontation Donna holy fat bads of weed, ravioli Pasta, Bodyguard the killa bee songs like Kevin Costner Infrared all inside your bumba rasta Cappadonna pimped the derby like the mobster [Ghostface Killa] Yeah, yeah Eight spaghetti lame brain ass niggaz Quarters, nickels, and dimes bitch Except for overtime nigga Any ass money should be fine Cause I'm coming strong, reaking niggas backs Keepin shit real If you haven't noticed this crazy ass rusty, ass nigga Let me tell you this four times Tony Starks, Raekwon the chef Cappachino and Golden Arms Is comin through mad strong From the isles of Shaolin For all them faggot ass Rusty ticket-head bitches too Shump shump baby [Raekwon] Yo back in the days, baggin crack, scrapin plates Flippin cakes to them heavy head niggaz hatin Jakes It be us, all the war's soldiers, hangin in halls gettin over City niggaz who for blood money rockin Rovers Stay dipped, don't have no money in your pocket In the streets while these people mark money in their Jeep Crack bums watch your back for jumps Caught before a fake twenty dollar bill Get em son, we ain't the one Politickin, purse vickin, sick of these Dominicans Eatin good, had to shoot my way up out of Bennigans That's life, to top it all off, beef for white Pullin bleach out tryin to throw it in my eyesight Yo what the fuck was on yo mind? |
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Intro:
[Rae] No tricks, no tricks baby [Nas] Yeah, aiyyo Rae [Ghf] Check it out y'all [Nas] It's the science [Ghf] Fly wonderful [Rae] Yeah y'all [Nas] Tony Starks and umm Lex Diamonds [Ghf] Tony Starks, my nigga Nas [Rae] Strength my whole team is eatin off this type of shit [Nas] For all the fake niggaz out there, yaknahmean [Ghf] Word up [Rae] Good shit, nigga next time, no more whatever shit [Nas] Fakes be celebratin but they be mistaken [Ghf] Word to the wise [Rae] Keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front pocket [Ghf] All types of shit, yo son [Rae] Rock it, RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet [Nas] Tell em it's on right? [Ghf] Show those crabs how to rhyme [Rae] RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet [Ghf] It's only like five percent out of a hundred [Rae] RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet [Ghf] Do it to em baby [Nas] Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast to conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streets Live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun Trick my Wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my son Smoke a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly I'm grungy, but things I do is real it never haunts me while, funny style niggaz roll in the pile Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's Isle Holdin weed inside they pussy with they minds on the pretty things in life, props is a true thug's wife It's like a cycle, niggaz come home, some'll go in Do a bullet, come back, do the same shit again From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual [Raekwon] Perhaps bullets bust niggaz discuss mad money True lies and white guys, we can see it through the eyes Catch the most on tape, kilos disintegrate Pyrex pots, we break, fiends lickin plates In the building niggaz building, like little children starin Them older niggaz aint carin Sirens circlin fiends are lurkin in your baggage oh, one's gone now, what, smack him in his cabbage In the woodwork, crack cells bubble like Woolworth's in the projects, richest niggaz rockin all the real worth Police questioning, rooftop cats invested in Tradin in they Lexus' GS's sendin messages Two and two makes four, Cristal's crazily pour Gun wars my crew phantom like swords [Ghostface Killah] With the green leathers, hunded pound snakes and cakes Fiends found in lakes, jeolously Jakes we shake What I strive for is what I live for Infatuated by material things, and it's wild like for war like somewhere over the rainbow, I see a big pot of gold Future stacks yo I hold Thousands of cracks bagged up inside the shoebox Don't keep jack in my lap, don't wanna see Tupac Got two spots, a new lot, flooded with rocks Shoot-outs making me hot, crooked cops Bad Tony and the ball drop In the Now, I'm bangin niggaz for slide time Hurry up Duke I'm next, show em mine And what the fuck is you looking at? By the way young blood, hit me off with that Green Bay hat Watch your back inside the hall, new niggaz slide through like doors yo, you're starin in the mess hall Your adrenaline runs, cigarette niggas be swindlin New jacks surrenderin, come home not rememberin Made bail with different size kicks on, a white dress shirt Lookin gay in the yard, and you got hurt Flashbacks, of the day room, mop ringer style Your faggot ass got bashed tryin to turn the dial You told your boo you was whylin Once you heard Wu, out of the blue, your family's from Shaolin High class cooks, throw on vestes out of phone books Infirmary niggas are screaming, 'I got drugs!' Sharpen toothbrushes 190 mixed with baby oil and shit Your man's in the kitchen stashing ice picks Well I'ma end this with a big red cherry on top Me, Nas and Rae got the best product on the block [Rae] Strength my whole team is eatin off this type of shit [Ghf] Word up, throw your hands up [Rae] Good shit, nigga next time, no more whatever shit [Ghf] Cock back the Mac an say whatever [Rae] Keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front pocket [Ghf] Your Hawaiian's stale, exoticness, fly shit [Rae] RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet [Ghf] Floatin on in nine-five in the basement |
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Intro: _The Mack_
No man all bitches are the same, just like my hoes, you know I keep em broke Wake up one morning with some money they're subject to go crazy you know? I keep em lookin good, pretty and all that You know, but no dough When I get a bitch, I got a bitch (right on) Lyrics: Ghostface Word up, that motherfuckin brother wise YouknowhatI'msayin? Teachin the uncivilized Yeah, runnin the streets, know it's deep Word up, check his technique, yeah I be Ghostface Flippin the, marvelous track Yeah You know the steelo, but yo, yo Check the bangin sounds that I invent Fake niggaz who tried to flex hard came and went They couldn't match up with the fly nigga Wit his back against the wall Heads clapped once I came in the door I played the speaker, sippin on Kahlua Saw this bad bitch wit a switch And yo, I had to step to her in a manner and rather wished the current was warm When I had reached her, I looked and knew the shit was on Peace, excuse me, allow to introduce myself Yo, I'm the man, and Honey, you've been rated top shelf Yo, what's your name hon, hair wrapped up in a bun Your eyes sparkle, just like glass in the sun Never diss em, it's hard for a nigga just to miss em Especially, when you're browsin, goin fishin Your wasteline, bangin like a bassline Physical form is well complexed And yo, I love your outline, Boo Your whole body is wild, wit your rugged profile Enough to make a hard rock smile You can't strikeout, tell me what can really go wrong You rockin' labels - Tommy Hil down to Claiborne Show me some love hon, show me some love boo Show me the vibe and I'll be more than glad to shoot it through Aiyyo peep it, I know you love Victoria's Secret And lovin' all the marvelous slang on how I freak it Plus, see you're the type to make a nigga crash Far from trash, your flesh is way softer than a baby's ass Your body lotion is the potion, the shit got me open like dust And yo, your stee is high potent, yo We can go the distance, I put you under wings From this convo we can spark and see whatever brings I walked a hot Arabian desert, barefooted I grabbed your hand, you grabbed my joint and knew where to put it Word up, yo, straight up and down yo Check the joint, baby It be the Wu-Tang production Yeah, yeah, and all types of shit And brothas catchin repercussions Yo, straight up |
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*sounds of the street, Wu-Tang St. Ide's commercial is in the background*
(this is a best guess based on what's heard underneath Rae's conversation) [Ghostface] Who's the Wallabe kid, dress down, could never be Son Ricochet daily hit the deli for a cold one May I be blessed yes? My mic is like a laser beam that blow between the bushes, St. Ide's and I the king of things [Cappadon] Crack the bottle of the St. Ide's, sippin it's real and thrillin will I, drink it and we only too be dope, you can't die, them peoples do lie And if the street don't know, you're full of slang cane pain [RZA] It was hot, on the spot, so I jetted up the block I said, ock, I'm hot, let's go sit on the bay by the docks of the black, I'm fully packed, always got my Trojan Heads got bottles open, fill my cup till flowin *conversation* All that good shit Yeah KnowhatI'msayin, you come in, you come in lookin flavorful Word YouknowhatImean? You the whole shit of the whole night But I've seen it though, knowhatI'msayin? Like I seen it You know, my G is too futuristic for that shit, knowhatI'msayin? Word, did you try to get a little swerve kid on? Tried to man, youknowhatI'msayin, but she was come pullin off Word Word? Just come pullin off her as her drawers Worrrd Fuck that bitch though, knowhatI'msayin? Shoulda, on the real Yo yo tonight feel like a nigga gonna get burnt Yeah yeah It's like you hear something tomorrow right Some like yo, blahzay blahe It's the wind, I'm tellin you Yeah yeah word It's the air, I can feel it It feel hot, it feel feel hot at night and shit like the sun ain't even out Yo the sun don't shine nobody, knowhatI'msayin? Lyrics: Raekwon Yeah One-two, one-two, nigga Line for line, line for line How we get down wit da rhyme Yo, it be a line for line, line for line This is how we get down Yeah, line for line, line for line This is how we get down Yo! Can you feel me? Storytellin rap Magellan I ain't tellin Them niggaz ran in the spot for sellin Word up, pushed up, man got mushed up Seen him at a rap show actin like fat cat though Glasses gold, shinin like a real big boy This nigga had mega ice on Chips Ahoy! Cat surrounded, this political brown kid All out the wind yo, my man walked in Pullin mints out son had mad clientele Order me Cristal twice Kion, chill! Watch them niggaz, aiyyo that clique's from outta state They bubble weight in Far Rockaway with Blake Carrington You know the kid with the most doe-getters And terrors on fat shit clique they rock Lo sweaters That's my man, that's my man too Call him up on the strength of the Wu And watch me game, yo grab the cell I got a heist to pull off well At the end of the week, I'm buyin you a L Lexus nigga, I ain't talkin bout Hancock No time for weed plus no time to get locked That night, up in the staircase Cousin had me laced out, skeed all outta my face We gon' get dat cruchy chump for all of his lump Don't try to front, you was sweatin this Hilfidiger Guess who walked in - Abbott and his man from Farragut Confront him wit the Ruger on his back, walk in black Where's your man, where's the sky blue Land at? Stop playin Wu in the back, smacked him wit the gat (Yo, money said he be here in fifteen!) Stop lyin, wait for the millennia green to pull up He got the Donna Karen shit on, two rings Six carats a piece plus the chain swing Like anchors on ships flooded wit all diamond chips Back pockets: two clips - four-fifths wit rubber grips Layin, two bottles of brass I was slayin Meditatin, red dot be waitin for my payment Heard the key in the lock, cocked the glock Turn the lights out, dip behind the couch Kion, gag his mouth Infra-redded his head when he entered But a soft Perry Ellis leather with Dorinda A friend of, Kion's wife, Kenya, the bitch larger than life Yo, shorty be fuckin mad Columbian niggaz Fuck it, get on the floor meet the black Lex Luthor Stripped fast, the bitch had on Claiborne drawers Yo Rae, you about to scrape her, chill Ghost Thought for a second, turned around Threw the nine in his meatloaf Yo, where's the cash and the stash that's mixed? I don't know! Shot his hand, he started screamin like a bitch! |
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Get out some money! The ice cream man is coming! Chorus: Watch these rap niggaz get all up in your guts French-vanilla, butter-pecan, chocolate-deluxe Even caramel sundaes is gettin touched And scooped in my ice cream truck, who tears it up Verse One: Ghostface Killer (Tony Starks) Yo honey-dips, I'm a time fine jerry drippin See you on Pickens with a bunch of chickens how you're clickin I catch shootin strong notes as we got close She rocked rope, honey throat smellin like Impulse Your whole shell baby's wicked like Nimrod Caught me like a fresh-water scrod And may I not be God Attitude is very rude Boo, crabby like seafood It turns me on like Vassey and Lahrule They call me Starky Love-hun, check the strategy By any means, Shirley Temple cross Was done by Billie Jean's Black Misses America, your name is Erica, right true Lazy apple, small piece, six shoe Caramel complexion, breath smellin like cinnamon Excuse me hon, I don't mean no harm, turn around again God damn, backyard's bangin like a Benz-y If I was jiggy, you'd be spotted like Spudz McKenzie I'm high powered put Adina Howard to sleep Yo pardon, that bitch been on my mind all week, but uh Back to you Maybelline Queen let's make a team You can have anything in this world except CREAM So whatchu wanna do? Whatchu wanna do? Let's go ahead and walk these dogs and represent Wu Chorus Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef (Lou Diamonds) Shaolin's finest, whattup Boo, peace your highness Yo I'm loungin, big dick style Y'all niggaz is the flyest Moves you're making too fly jewels are shaking out of rate patient You're looking good fly colored Asian Ghetto's Them is your hometown, we can go the whole round After that, I'm shootin downtown I'm rockin hats and you wiggaz all intact Who's that queen bee chick, eyes curly black Freaks be movin in fly sneaks Two finger rings and gold teeth and ain't afraid to hold heat So when I step in the square dear You better have CREAM to share, Ricans, then I be geared Chorus Verse Three: Cappachino Black chocolate girl wonder, shade brown like Thunder Politic til your deficit step, gimme your number Your sexy persuasive Thai-Thai's and thighs Catch my eyes like highs I want your bodily surprise Double dime some time, Ice Cream you got me fallin out like a cripple, I love you like I love my dick size ooh baby I miss you, your sweet tender touches take moves off the Duchess, orgasm in my mindstate masterbate in your clutches, I want you for self like wealth, so play me closely Bitches paranoia for the sting, who want the most of me Only a hard dozen want to be callin me cousin Thirsty for my catalog, baby shoppin spree you're lovin Call me if you want to get dug like the pockets I jizm like a giant break brooms out of their sockets Outro: Method Man Wu-Tang in the cut, for real niggaz what? It's the after party and bitches want to fuck Chorus: Ice cold bitches melt down when my clutch and what they titties sucked, ice cream Yeah, your guys Chorus: 3/4ths Ice cold bitches melt down when in the clutch They want they titties sucked, ice cream One love to my chocolate deluxes, keep your nails done and your wigs tight, word up One love to my butter-pecan Ricans for calling me papi That's for real One love to caramel sundaes, with the cherries on top Yeah And big up to my french vanillas Parlei vous, francais, mi amor Merci, oui oui, bon bons and all that good stuff That good stuff |
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And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get
Tony Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America Who wants to kill him? No information, say yes or no One point five million Alright, you get what you want, money's no object They're all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable And there are explosive head bullets, in the clip Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here come the cop man Yo Starks come here, come here Sun Come here for a minute! Aiyyo aiyyo hold up hold up Shit we gotta go to the store for more baking soda Yo yo yo get your fuckin, yo this made of glass nig! Get your big Adidas off my moms table man! Get the fuck off it man. Yo just chill man, pass the Cristal man. Niggaz is greedy man, damn. Big ass shits. Yo man you ain't smoking none of that weed in here man. Chill man. Bobby Steels Somebody go to the store man Sup kid? Get that baking soda. (Yo!) Let's cut the pie five ways (Noodles) We came off with two mil kid Fast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt coming through) La cosa nostra (Johnny Blaze!) (Lou Diamonds!) Represent kid. (Tony Starks) Universal frontier (Original blood claat bad bwoys) [Chorus] 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 Check it Scriptures hit the body like sawed off shotties Like my hair notty and my nose piece snotty Fuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real Ain't nuttin' fraudulent here, we pioneer Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah Thirty-six chambers of fear, huh, you lost it Information leakin' out your faucets, hmmmmm Time to forfeit your crown and leave the ground There's a new sheriff in town holdin' it down It's the two holster, shit shot smoker Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster Wild in the West, a student of my culture And life is the test, hold up Let a nigga catch his breath, we still payin' dues And the last one is death, back to the essence With that shit you stressin', this rap profession Now peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin Isle plus my style, Criminology pays The last times and days, Johnny fuckin' Blaze This goes for niggaz who know Wu will grow like llello, ley no Plus coolin' in Barbados Ricaans be givin' me much shit, the dutch shit Stay cool papi, seize it with enough shit Back at the lab a, crack's bagged up Yo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if they hafta Senoritas, fuckin' up a storm buyin' guards margaritas Suckin' his dick, up in the whip long Designed for rhyme prime nigga jail time jiggas Them niggaz up in Height figures bitin niggaz Silks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain yeah Jakes beware black rap millionaires Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin' this year One eight hundred gambino niggaz yeah Wu roll together as one I call my brother Sun 'cause he shine like one Solid gold crown is shinin' Solid gold, check it Sun yo Solid gold crown be shinin' and blindin' like some diamonds I be pioneerin the style in the cloud with silver linings Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected The heart the rib cage the chest and solar plexus Castin' stones, crackin' two-hundred and six bones And watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone How dare you approach it with dim pones The overfiend like Noah Bean green souls with a soldier mean The grand exquisite imperial wizard oh is it The Ryzarector come to pay your ass a visit Local bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general Lickin shots to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial Happen millennium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin Goes up your adrenalin son it's time for 'boutin' It's a mileage resemblin' niggaz who like followin' Trapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle God steppin' forth upon holy down of the track It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack So I decided to bite down on the mic So the pain of the track won't deny the fact That I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an expert That hurts the individual who tries to visual-ize under Cause I strike, like thunder Niggaz couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable My wisdom fucks up your respiratorial Systems are fractured by the killa tactics Style is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged Enter the entity, my vicinity Is three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity Represent the school of hard knocks and glocks my Clan is hoss and got mad moss for blocks so Feel the force of impact from the iron side of The gat as I attack the track From the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome Watch a nigga get blown out his muthafuckin' dome Piece, deceased, laid to rest [Chorus] 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 eight million Robbed the Brinks and I labeled in royal pavilions Them flower heads must have been stupid Tell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid That's jet money, undaground money Submarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies Cosa cosa, come on |
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