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+**************************************************
+Ice Cream[Produced by RZA]
+
+[Intro: Method Man]
+Ma, throw down some money
+The ice cream man is coming
+
+[Chorus: Method Man]
+Watch these rap niggas get all up in your guts
+French vanilla, butter pecan, chocolate deluxe
+Even caramel sundaes is getting touched
+And scooped in my ice cream truck, Wu tears it up
+
+[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
+Yo, honey dip, summertime fine, Jheri dripping
+Seen you on Pitkins with a bunch of chickens how you're cliquing
+I kept shooting strong notes as we got close
+She rocked rope, honey throat smelling like Impulse
+Your whole shell baby's wicked like Nimrod
+Caught me like a freshwater scrod, or may I not be God?
+Attitude is very rude, boo, crabby like seafood
+It turns me on like Vine's Cee Allah Rule
+They call me Starky Love, hon, check the strategy
+By any means, Shirley Temple curls was done by Billie Jeans
+Black Mrs. America, your name is Erica, right, true
+Lazy eyeball, small feet, six shoe
+Caramel complexion, breath smelling like cinnamon
+Excuse me, hon, the Don mean no harm, turn around again
+Goddamn, backyard's banging like a Benzi
+If I was jiggy, you'd be spotted like Spuds McKenzie
+I'm high-powered, put Adina Howard to sleep
+Yo, pardon, that bitch been on my mind all week
+But, uh, back to you, Maybelline queen, let's make a team
+You can have anything in this world except cream
+So what you wanna do? What you wanna do?
+Let's go ahead and walk these dogs and represent Wu
+
+[Chorus: Method Man]
+Watch these rap niggas get all up in your guts
+French vanilla, butter pecan, chocolate deluxe
+Even caramel sundaes is getting touched
+And scooped in my ice cream truck, who tears it up
+
+[Verse 2: Raekwon]
+Shaolin's finest, what up, boo? Peace, your highness
+Yo, I'm lounging big dick style, y'all niggas is the flyest
+Moves you're making, too fly, jewels are shaking
+Not a rape patient, you're looking good, fly-colored Asian
+Ghettoes, them is your hometown
+We can go the whole round
+After that, I'm shooting downtown
+I'm rocking hats and your wig is all intact
+Who's that queen bee chick, eyes pearly black?
+Freaks be moving in fly sneaks
+Two-finger rings and gold teeth and ain't afraid to hold heat
+So when I step in the square, dear
+You better have cream to share, Ricans, ven aqui, yeah
+
+[Chorus: Method Man]
+Watch these rap niggas get all up in your guts
+French vanilla, butter pecan, chocolate deluxe
+Even caramel sundaes is getting touched
+Scooped in my ice cream truck, who tears it up
+
+[Verse 3: Cappadonna]
+Black chocolate girl wonder, shake ground like thunder
+Politic to your deficit step, give me your number
+Your sexy persuasive tatas and thighs
+Catch my eyes like pies, I want your bodily surprise
+Double down some time
+Ice cream, you got me falling out like a cripple
+I love you like I love my dick size
+Ooh, baby, I miss you, your sweet tender touches
+Take pulls off the Dutches
+Orgasm in my mind-state, masturbate in your clutches
+I want you for self like wealth, so play me closely
+Bitches paranoia for the sting, who want the most of me?
+Only a hard dozen wanna be calling me cousin
+Thirsty for my catalog, baby, shopping spree you're loving
+Call me if you wanna get dug like the pockets
+I jizz 'em like a giant, break wombs out of the sockets
+
+[Pre-Chorus: Method Man]
+Wu-Tang in the cut, for real niggas, what?
+It's the afterparty and bitches wantna fuck
+
+[Chorus: Method Man]
+Watch these rap niggas get all up in your guts
+French vanilla, butter pecan, chocolate deluxe
+Even caramel sundaes is getting touched
+Scooped in the ice cream truck, who tears it up
+Ice cold bitches melt down when in my clutch
+And want they titties sucked, ice cream, yeah
+Your guts
+French vanilla, butter pecan, chocolate deluxe
+Even caramel sundaes is getting touched
+Scooped in the ice cream truck, who tears it up
+Ice cold bitches melt down when in the clutch
+They want they titties sucked, ice cream
+
+[Outro: Method Man]
+One love to my chocolate deluxes
+Keep your nails done and your wigs tight, word up
+One love to my butter pecan Ricans for calling me papi
+That's for real
+One love to caramel sundaes with the cherries on top, yeah
+And big up to my French vanillas
+Parlez-vous français? Mi amor, merci, oui oui, bon bons and all that good stuff
+That good stuff
+**************************************************
+Verbal Intercourse[Produced by RZA]
+
+[Intro: Raekwon, Nas & Ghostface Killah]
+No tricks, no tricks, baby
+Yeah, ayy, yo, Rae, check me out, y'all
+It's the science (Fly wonderful, yeah, y'all)
+Tony Starks and, umm, Lex Diamonds (Tony Starks)
+My nigga Nas
+Word up
+Stay wise
+All types of shit, yo, son
+Hit these kids mad, couldn't know our story, right?
+Show those crabs how to rhyme (Yeah, baby)
+Shake a nigga with a few of them joints
+It's only like five percent out of a hundred
+Do it to 'em, baby
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+Through the lights, cameras, and action, glamor, glitters, and gold
+I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
+When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
+To conquer peace, leaving savages to roam in the streets
+Live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun
+Trick my wisdom with the system that imprisoned my son
+Smoke a gold leaf, I hold heat nonchalantly
+I'm raunchy, but things I do is real, it never haunts me, while
+Funny style niggas roll in the pile
+Rooster-heads profile on the bus to Rikers Isle
+Holding weed inside they pussy with they minds on the pretty things in life
+Props is a true thug's wife
+It's like a cycle, niggas come home, some'll go in
+Do a bullet, come back, do the same shit again
+From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
+Guns salute life rapidly, that's the ritual
+
+[Verse 2: Raekwon]
+Perhaps bullets bust, niggas discuss mad money
+True lies and white guys, we can see it through the eyes
+Catch the most on tape, kilos disintegrate
+Pyrex pots, we break, fiends licking plates
+In the building, niggas building, like little children, staring
+Them older niggas ain't caring
+Sirens circling, fiends are lurking in your baggage
+Oh, one's gone now, what? Smack him in his cabbage
+In the woodwork
+Crack sales bubble like Woolworths in the projects
+Richest niggas rocking all the real worth
+Police questioning, rooftop cats invested in
+Trading in they Lexuses, GSs, sending messages
+Two and two makes four, Cristals crazily pour
+Gun wars, my crew feel 'em like swords
+
+[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]
+With the green leathers, hundred-pound snakes and cakes
+Fiends found in lakes, jealously jakes we shake
+What I strive for is what I live for
+Infatuated by material things in this wild life of war
+Like somewhere over the rainbow, I see a big pot of gold
+Future stacks, so I hold
+Thousands of cracks bagged up inside the shoebox
+Don't keep jack in my lab, don't wanna see 2Pac
+Got two spots on New Lots flooded with rocks
+Shootouts making me hot, crooked cops, bag Tony and the ball drop
+In denial, I'm banging niggas for slot time
+Hurry up, duke, I'm next on line
+And what the fuck is you looking at?
+By the way young blood hit me off with that Green Bay hat
+Watch your back inside the hall, new niggas slide through
+Like doors, yo, you're staring in the mess hall
+Your adrenaline runs, cigarette niggas be swindling
+New jacks surrendering, come home not remembering
+Made bail with different size kicks on, a white dress shirt
+Looking gay in the yard and you got hurt
+Flashbacks of the day room, mop wringer style
+Your faggot ass got bashed trying to turn the dial
+You told your boo you was wildin'
+Once you heard Wu, out of the blue, your family's from Shaolin
+High class cooks, throw on vests out of phone books
+Infirmary niggas are screaming, "I got juxed"
+Sharpened toothbrushes, one-ninety mixed with baby oil and shit
+Your man's in the kitchen stashing ice picks
+Well I'ma end this with a big red cherry on top
+Me, Nas, and Rae got the best product on the block
+
+[Outro: Raekwon & Ghostface Killah]
+Cream, my whole team is eatin' off of this good shit (Word up, throw your hands up)
+Good shit, nigga, next time, no more reload shit (Cock back the MAC if, say whatever your Hawaiian style)
+Keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front pocket (Exoticness, fly shit)
+RZA, Ghost, and Chef, and Nas, niggas in the profit (Floatin' on a nine-five in the wind)
+**************************************************
+Guillotine (Swordz)[Intro: Inspectah Deck & Ghostface Killah]
+Allow me to demonstrate the skill of Shaolin
+The special technique of shadowboxing (Check it out)
+Poisonous (Word, word, word), slap (Poisonous)
+Y'all should slap these⁠— all y'all niggas for comin' in my fuckin' face with that shit (Shh, shh, alright, cool)
+Yo, man, go ahead
+Poisonous
+
+[Verse 1: Inspectah Deck]
+Poisonous paragraphs smash your phonograph in half
+It be the Inspectah Deck on the warpath
+First class, leavin' mics with a cast
+Causin' ruckus like the aftermath when guns blast
+Run fast, here comes the verbal assaulter
+Rhymes runnin' wild like a child in a walker
+I scored from the inner slums abroad
+And my thoughts are razor sharp, I slice the mic from the cord
+First to criticize, but now they have become
+Mentally paralyzed with hits that I devise
+Now I testify, the best is I
+Rebel INS, Your Highness, blessed to electrify
+With voltage of a eel, truth that I reveal
+Will crush the amateurs who scream they keep it real
+Caesar black down, hoodied up in fatigues
+Part time minor leagues receive third degrees
+Attack like a wolf pack once I pull back
+The God-U and bust through like a fullback
+
+[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]
+Yo, you fourteen carat gold slum computer wizard
+Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards
+The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits
+Gorillas injected with strength of eighty midgets
+The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends
+Let my peeps in, niggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins
+With a dosage, you overdosed in rap
+High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis
+I sell goods, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers
+Record-breakin' the album Thriller
+Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers
+Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor
+Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare
+When I fuck, I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs
+Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers
+My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs
+Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor
+Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers
+Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors
+Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers
+Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic
+Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin'
+If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps
+Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin'
+Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin'
+Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha
+
+[Interlude: Dialogue sample]
+Were you just using the Wu-Tang school method against me?
+I've learned so many styles, forgive me
+
+[Verse 3: Raekwon]
+Sit back, relax, fake niggas don't get turns
+Watch me massage your brain with slang that's king
+Projects filled with young men cause threats
+Who has that? Thousand dollar chains and TECs
+Focus, the brokest niggas of life shit
+These mics is like cocaine, son, check the suicidal hype shit
+Exchange mad blunts, tapes for sweepstakes
+Keepin' up on fakes, outta state for cakes, no doubt
+Plus nobody amount, we makin' dough off
+Puttin' fifty on the Land and Allah, it's like that
+Pull ya shoes up, black, matter of fact, just adapt
+Tie up your black Nikes and tight hats
+Corners stay surrounded with foreigners, what up, dread?
+Feds caught your bredren for his bread, but regardless
+Peace to jail niggas with charges
+Unify layin' in the yard with La
+My Clan done ran from Japan to Atlanta with stanima
+Slingers and gamblers and gram handlers
+Tical, light the Owl cigar, let's get steamed
+Infrared guard your beam, so seek 'nuff respect
+Rude bwoy, you bet, keep it movin', Mashallah
+Pro black like tar, designin' the fly shit and stay shinin'
+The RZA pour more beats than Cristal's fine wine
+Concrete raps, go to bat
+With 50 other niggas on the other side of the map
+'Til it's all good and all done, what we want, son
+Mike Tyson of this rap shit, pullin' out Macs for fun
+
+[Verse 4: GZA]
+The nigga don't get mad, I got mad styles of my own
+And it's shown when my hands grip the chrome microphone
+Verbally, I catch bodies with cordless shotties
+Intriguin' MCs, I keep 'em trained like potties
+I bomb facts, my sword is an ax to split backs
+Visible, like dope fiend tracks
+Sky's the limit, niggas are timid
+And nobody knows how we move like wolves in sheep clothes
+Producin' data, microchips of software
+Underground and off-air, the land of the lost
+Notorious henchman from the North
+Strikin' niggas where the Mason-Dixon line cross
+**************************************************
+Incarcerated Scarfaces[Skit]
+He looks determined without being ruthless
+Something heroic in his manner
+There's a courage about him, doesn't look like a killer
+Comes across so calm
+Acts like he has a dream
+Full of passion
+You don't trust me, huh?
+Well, you know why
+I do, we're not supposed to trust anyone in our profession anyway
+
+[Intro]
+Knock niggas out the box all the time
+Niggas know my motherfuckin' repertoire, big ones (Uh-huh)
+(Yeah, motherfucker, straight up)
+(I'll fuck your whole team up) Take care of B.I., Chef
+(Yeah, bust it, yo, yo) Fly G.I. niggas
+
+[Chorus]
+Now, yo, yo, what up, yo? Time is runnin' out
+It's for real, though, let's connect, politic, ditto
+We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases
+Word up, peace, incarcerated scarfaces
+
+[Verse 1]
+Thug-related style attract millions, fans
+They understand my plan, who's the kid up in the green Land?
+Me and the RZA connect, blow a fuse, you lose
+Half-ass crews get demolished and bruised
+Fake be fronting, hourglass-heads niggas be wanting
+Shutting down your slot, time for pumping
+Poisonous sting, which thumps up and act chumps
+Rae's a heavy generator, but yo, guess who's the black Trump?
+Dough be flowing by the hours, Wu, we got the collars
+Scholars, word life, peace to Power and my whole unit
+Word up, quick to set it, don't wet it
+Real niggas lick shots, peace Connecticut
+
+[Chorus]
+Now, yo, yo, what up, yo? Time is runnin' out
+It's for real, though, let's connect, politic, ditto
+We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases
+Word up, peace, incarcerated scarfaces
+
+[Verse 2]
+Chef'll shine like marble, rhyme remarkable
+Real niggas raise up, spend your money, argue
+But this time is for the uninvited
+Go 'head and rhyme to it, bitch nigga, mics is getting fired
+More fiends, chicks be burning like chlorine
+Niggas recognize from here to Baltimore to Fort Greene
+But hold up, Moët be tasting like throw-up
+My mob roll up, dripped to death, whips rolled up
+You never had no wins, sliding in these dens
+With Timbs, with MAC-10's and broke friends
+You got guns? Got guns too, what up, son?
+Do you wanna battle for cash and see who sons who?
+I'll probably wax tracks, smack rap niggas, you, facts
+Niggas' lyrics are wack, nigga
+Can't stand unofficial, wet tissue, blank busting Scud missiles
+You rolling like Trump, you get your meat lumped
+For real, it's just slang rap democracy
+Here's the policy, slide off the ring, plus the Wallabees
+Check the status, soon to see me at, Caesar's Palace eating salads
+We beating mics sending keys to Dallas
+I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell
+From where we at to my man's cell
+From staircase to stage, minimum wage
+But soon to get a article in Rap Page
+But all I need is my house, my gat, my Ac'
+Bank account fat, it's going down like that
+And pardon the French, but let me speak Italian
+Black stallions wildling on Shaolin
+That means the island of Staten
+And niggas carry gats and mad police from Manhattan
+
+[Chorus]
+Now, yo, yo, what up, yo? Time is runnin' out
+It's for real though, let's connect, politic, ditto
+We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases
+Word up, peace, incarcerated scarfaces
+
+[Verse 3]
+I do this for barber shop niggas in the Plaza
+Catching asthma, Rae is sticking gun-flashers
+Well-dressed, skating through the projects with big ones
+Broke elevators, turn the lights out, stick one upstairs
+Switch like a chameleon, hit Brazilians
+Pass the cash or leave your children, leave the building
+Niggas, yo, they be folding like envelopes
+Under pressure, like Lou Ferrigno on coke
+Yo, Africans denying niggas up in yellow cabs
+Musty like fuck, waving they arms to Arabs
+Sit back, cooling like Kahlúas on rocks
+On the crack spots, rubber band wrap all my knots
+View bitches who fuck dreads on Sudafeds
+Pussy's hurting, they did it for a yard for the feds
+Word up, cousin, nigga, I seen it
+Like a 27-inch Zenith, believe it
+
+[Chorus]
+Now, yo, yo, what up, yo? Time is runnin' out
+It's for real, though, let's connect, politic, ditto
+We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases
+Word up, peace, incarcerated scarfaces
+
+[Outro]
+Yo, yo, what up, yo? Time is runnin' out
+It's for real, though, let's connect, politic, ditto
+Get lifted in the staircases
+Peace, incarcerated scarfaces
+Time is runnin' out
+Politic, ditto
+Incarcerated scarfaces
+**************************************************
+Criminology[Intro: Sample + Raekwon]
+I told you a long time ago, you fucking little monkey, not to fuck me
+Ayy, ayy, who the fuck you think you talkin' to, huh? You wanna fuck with—
+Who the fuck you think I am, your fuckin' bellboy?
+D'you wanna go to war? D'you wanna go to war? We'll take you to war, okay? (Coming up on half a mil, we build)
+For real, y'all
+Takin' you on another one, son
+Uh, Julio Iglesias
+Makin' C.R.E.A.M. like that nigga
+
+[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
+Yo, (Blaow) first of all, son, peep the arson
+Many brothers I be sparkin' and bustin' mad light inside the dark
+Call me dough snatcher, just the brother for the rapture
+I hang glide, holdin' on strong, hard to capture
+Extravagant, RZA bake the track and it's militant
+Then I react like a convict and start killin' shit
+It's manifested, the gods work like appliances
+Dealin' in my cypher I revolve around sciences
+The 9th chamber, leave you trapped inside my hallway
+You try to flee but you got smoked up by the doorway (Blaow)
+No question, I send your ass back right to the essence
+Your whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you restin'?
+While I'll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops
+Throwin' niggas off airplanes 'cause cash rules (Cash rules)
+Everything around me, black, as you can see
+Swallow this murder one verse like god degree
+Then analyze my soundtrack for satisfaction
+You adapt like a flashback, chain reaction
+(Lace them niggas, son)
+
+[Verse 2: Raekwon]
+AK's black, bust back like seventy MACs
+I'm all that, street niggas knowin' my steez, black
+Ron G, you know he coincide with me, see
+Marvelous menace for society
+But anyway, let's toast, champagne thoughts with Ghost
+I max the most shotguns through the nose
+Fuck rap, hip-hop put me on top
+'Lo wears and Tommy Hil' fly shit with a knot
+The witty unpredictable live shit, drive-by shit
+Do-or-die shit, I'll take your lye and shit
+And then you know I'm runnin' through the penal
+Foul, fall through, child was wild
+The old lady snitched, but fuck it, you know what?
+One love, kid, no, I'm not doin' a bid
+Too much to get, for what, 'cause six niggas got stuck
+And the nigga chain was truck?
+Yo, fuck that, criminology rap, sneakers stay
+Jet-black floatin' in the flyest Ac', nigga
+(Bring it, yeah)
+
+[Outro: Raekwon]
+Much love go to New York City
+All my Tommy Hil', ice-rockin' niggas
+**************************************************
+Wu-Gambinos[Intro]
+And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get
+Tony Wing's the name
+He works for a drug ring in Central America
+Who wants to kill him?
+No information, say yes or no
+One-point-five million
+All right, you get what you want, money's no object
+They're all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable
+And they're explosive-head bullets, your favorite
+Yo, yo, yo, get your fuckin', yo, that's made of glass, man
+Get your big Avias off my mom's table, man
+I felt someone walk over my grave
+You want to change your mind?
+Niggas is greedy, man, damn
+Big ass shits
+Yo, man, you ain't smokin' no more weed in here, man
+Chill, man
+Bobby Steels
+(Somebody go to the store, man, fuck that)
+'Sup, kid?
+Yo
+Let's cut the pie five ways
+Mmm
+We came off with two mil', kid, fast (Noodles, Rollie Fingers)
+No doubt, comin' through
+La Cosa Nostra
+Johnny Blaze, Lou Diamonds (Represent for my peoples)
+Tony Starks
+Universal frontier
+Original bloodclat bad boys (Check it out)
+
+[Chorus: Method Man]
+Who come to get you, none, they want guns
+I be the first to set off shit, last to run
+Wu roll together as one
+I call my brother son 'cause he shine like one, check it
+
+[Verse 1: Method Man]
+Scriptures hit the body like sawed-off shotty
+Like my hair knotty and my nosepiece snotty
+Fuck a nigga hottie, that ho pussy probably
+Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real
+Ain't nothing fraudulent here, we pioneer
+Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu, yeah
+36 Chambers of fear, huh, you lost it
+Information leaking out your faucets, hmm
+Time to forfeit your crown and leave the grounds
+There's a new sheriff in town holding it down
+It's the two holster, six-shot smoker
+Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster
+Wild in the West, a student of my culture
+And life is the test, hold up
+Let a nigga catch his breath
+I'm still paying dues and the last one is death
+Back to the essence with that shit you stressing
+This rap profession
+Now peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin
+Isle, bless my style, criminology pays
+The last times and days, Johnny fucking Blaze
+
+[Verse 2: Raekwon]
+This goes for niggas who know
+Wu will grow like yayo, lay low
+Plus cooling in Barbados
+Ricans be giving me much shit to touch shit
+Stay cool, papa, seen you with enough shit
+Back at the lab-a, crack's bagged up
+Your niggas act up, what? Blow up they workers if they have to
+Señoritas fucking up a storm, buyin' gods margaritas
+Sucking his dick up in the whip long
+Designed for rhyme crime, nigga, jail time jiggas
+Them niggas up in hype Vigors lighting niggas
+Silks Wally, wear a Figaro chain, yeah
+Jakes beware of black rap millionaires
+Rock Airs, leather goose, bears blowing this year
+1-800-GAMBINO niggas, yeah
+
+[Interlude: Method Man & RZA]
+Wu roll together as one (Solid gold throne is shinin')
+I call my brother son 'cause he shine like one (Solid gold, check it, son, yo)
+
+[Verse 3: RZA]
+Solid gold crown is shining, we're blinding like some diamonds
+I'm reclining in the sky on a cloud with silver linings
+Double-breasted, bulletproof vested, well protected
+The heart, the rib cage, the chest, and solar plexus
+Casting stones, cracking two hundred and six bones
+And watch your ass get thrown to a sea of fire and brimstone
+How dare you approach it with them poems?
+The overfiend, light nova beam gleam, show 'em what a soldier mean
+The grand exquisite imperial wizard or is it
+The RZArector come to pay your ass a visit?
+Local biochemical, universal giant, the black general
+Licking shots at Davy Crockett on the bicentennial
+Happy millennium two thousand
+Microchips, two shots of penicillin goes up your adrenaline
+Son, it's time for bouting
+It's a model you're resembling, the niggas who like following
+Trapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle and
+
+[Verse 4: Masta Killa]
+God stepping forth upon holy ground of the track
+It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack
+So I decided to bite down on the mic
+So the pain of the track won't deny the fact that I'm the master
+For what lurks is an expert that hurts
+The individual who tries to visualize under
+'Cause I strike like thunder
+Niggas couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable
+My wisdom fucks up your respitorial
+Systems are fractured by the killer tactics
+Style is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged
+Enter the entity, my vicinity
+Is three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity
+Represent the school of hard knocks and Glocks, my
+Clan is hostile, got mad moss for blocks, so
+Feel the force of impact from the iron side of the gat as I attack the track
+From the blind side of the pack, Starks, pass the chrome
+Watch a nigga get blown out his motherfuckin' dome-piece
+Deceased, laid to rest
+
+[Chorus: Method Man]
+Who come to get you, none, they want guns
+I be the first to set off shit, last to run
+Wu roll together as one
+I call my brother son 'cause he shine like one
+
+[Verse 5: Ghostface Killah]
+Yo, ayy, yo, I got this under my wing, move, give me room
+Holding up your saloon, clean sweep like a broom
+Full moons make me howl like a wolf out of breath
+Soley on Wu cords y'all heard Genius on Gef
+So step back to the lab at high velocity
+My team make hand-to-hand sales, we're like a pharmacy
+Fuck Geraldo, Pablo's plan bro is Bravo
+Goodfellas, we know bestsellers become novels
+The man rocking headbands, silk scarves, and jams
+Early '80s British Walkers, playboys, mocks, and shams
+The laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies
+Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's
+Remember them kids that came off with eight million?
+Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavilions
+Them flour-heads must have been stupid
+Tell me how the fuck black niggas get caught with all that loot, kid?
+There's jet money, underground money
+Submarines and rings, too bad you fucked up, dummies
+
+[Outro]
+Cosa, Cosa
+Come on
+**************************************************
+Glaciers of Ice[Skit: Ghostface Killah & Raekwon]
+Yeah, yo, son you gotta take me to get them Clarks, man
+Yo, check it out, yo
+Yo, I got a new, yoo— niggas don't even know, son
+Yo, check the joint, boom
+Yo, I got a crazy idea how to do Clarks now
+Check it out, boom, this is how you freak 'em, boom
+You go get— You go get the cream joints, right? Boom
+Now, now, all you— all you dye is this shit right here, boom
+And this, you know what I'm saying? Any color you want
+But it'd be like, blue and cream
+You know what I'm saying? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
+Shit like that, niggas don't even know
+But son, word is bond, I'ma rock niggas this summer
+On the real, know what I'm saying? (Yeah)
+Yo, son, I had crazy visions
+Check it out, check it out, check it out, boom
+Just imagine if you buy, woo— check it out
+Just imagine you bought navy blue, right?
+A navy blue— A navy blue pair, right? Boom
+Of this— Of this shit, know what I'm saying?
+But dyed, get this dyed cream on top
+Just imagine that color, like
+But you got it dripping like it's marble cake, like—
+
+[Intro: Raekwon]
+Know what I'm sayin'? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+Check it, yo, yo, yo, yo
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Stand on the block, Reebok, gun cocked
+Avalanche rock get paid off mass murderous services
+Chef break 'em, watch the alley cats bake 'em
+Po-nine made 'em, drop grenades and take 'em
+Quick-fast we reflect like the sky be blue, true
+Wu-Tang saga continue
+Rap Meyer Lansky, crash your fantasy
+Gettin' high fellas stand by, here's the plan, see
+Sit back collectin' Tecs and checks and
+Flowin' slow in a Montero flexin'
+Beats break heavily, word to INS, bless me
+Throw me like three bags of sess
+For real, from the Killah Hill, locked and caged in
+We're sworn representatives, we actin' like made men
+Strive for wives, nine lives and lies
+Max sellin', enjoy the highs, what?
+
+[Chorus: Raekwon and Ghostface Killah]
+The treasure is the glaciers of ice, original man
+Possess the power to hold G's, guns and grams
+Baker, baker, pull off a Keystone caper
+Point out the baddest bitch in the crowd and watch me scrape her
+
+[Verse 2: Masta Killa]
+Proceed with caution as you enter the symphony
+Degrees of punishment increase intensely
+Syndrome was caused by the deadly drums
+But the battle was won by swords bein' swung
+Slicin' with a vocal from the international vocalist
+Your style is too local to fuck with this
+Offensive antagonist
+No assistance, movin' motionless
+Mysterious swiftness
+Thoughts roll down the shaft of the brain
+Mental gives the signal to the physical
+Whirlwind kicks and hits from every angle
+Violent temperaments left continents dented
+Poison vintage wine rhymes I invented
+Drunk by the drunken punches that punctures the heart
+Vital sparks from the arteries stopped
+
+[Chorus: Raekwon and Ghostface Killah]
+The treasure is the glaciers of ice, original man
+The treasure is the glaciers of ice, original man
+Possess the power to hold G's, guns and grams
+
+[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]
+Straight up and down, it's all good
+Peace to them check-cashin', chain-snatchin', gun-flashin'
+Niggas in the hoods bubblin' goods
+Analyze Starks, who be buying lion heads and Clarks
+To all my house bitches, Starks'll be home soon
+I'm on tour, chill, catch me '96 in June
+But until then my ten-man team be safe
+Chill on the whips for seven months, we can all get laced
+Take a boat cruise, sip daiquiris and max
+Swimmin' pools, fly jewels, Wally shoes, blow stacks
+Relax kids, black kids got a cravin' for Cris
+Until we get back, unpack, leave the Mac with your Wis'
+But whatever, I gotta hit other sides of the Earth
+Spread Wu-ness, rule this, civilization's cursed
+But luckily I'm born to be wild and then be out
+Move crowds, collect twenty thou' and then be out
+Heavy convoys, my crew keep pretty boys paranoid
+Built like a steroid pat down Dan Aykroyd
+
+[Refrain: Ghostface Killah]
+My seeds grow with his seeds, marry his seeds
+That's how we keep Wu-Tang money all up in the family
+
+[Chorus: Raekwon and Ghostface Killah]
+The treasure is the glaciers of ice
+The treasure is the glaciers of ice
+The treasure is the glaciers of ice, original man
+Possess the power to hold G's, guns and grams
+Baker, baker, pull off a Keystone caper
+Point out the baddest bitch in the house and watch me scrape her
+
+[Refrain: Ghostface Killah]
+My seeds grow with his seeds, marry his seeds
+That's how we keep Wu-Tang money all up in the family
+
+[Outro: 60 Second Assassin & Raekwon]
+Been a long time since the Father left in '69
+It's been a long time since Wu-Tang had the chance to shine
+It's been a long time since we had diamonds, gold and drank Cristal wine
+It's been a long time, my people walking around here dumb, deaf, and blind
+It's been a long time since you had a Son of Man chant like golden wine
+It's been a long time, it's been a long time
+It's been a long time
+Yo, it's been a long time
+What's on your mind?
+Check it, respect heat holders
+Respect heat holders
+**************************************************
+Knuckleheadz[Intro: Raekwon, Ghostface Killah, U-God]
+Let me— Let me hold that
+One for you, one for me (True)
+Two for you,  one— two for me
+What?
+Three for you
+Nigga get— get the— Man, I'll smack— (Fuck is— out of here with all that shit)
+Smack fire out your fucking ass
+What the fuck you think this is, man?
+Get the fuck up out of here man (Chill, chill)
+So, yo, matter of fact, the man is back (Stick this man head out over a fucking fire!)
+Shit, alright— This ain't even enough bread right here, this ain't enough
+We going to shoot right over there (Fuck that man, yo)
+And, yo, them niggas got the big cream over there, just chill (Alright, let's get this cash, and move nigga)
+Spark it, right out the tropical, kid
+Alright, don't play me like I got a flowerpot head, kid (*Loading clip*), on the real, man
+Just chill, let's go get this money fast, son
+I know how we got to do this, kid (*Gunshots*), trust this (Alright, scrungy-head motherfuckers)
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Lay on the crime scene, sipping fine wines, pulling nines on
+UFOs, taking they fly clothes, they eyes closed
+We getting loot, no doubt, check the word of mouth
+Unheard about, guns go off and now a murder route
+I'm out, my raps play the part like a Get Smart secret agent
+In a maze and style's blazing
+Johnny Blaze and Tony Starks in the Days Inn
+And Rhyming, my nigga Lou Diamond with Robert F
+We like Meth to go and fuck with Noodles
+Having them poodles on the lockdown, buying me
+Amarettos and chewables, smacking pharmaceutical
+Rap niggas on dust and woos
+Yo, I told you some killed, robbed and fold
+The goal's untold, fuck it, it beats parole
+So stroll marvelous, soul controller of the globe blow
+Goddamn, I got it sewn and yo
+What up wop? Pop the suitcase high and we can talk
+You can walk out the fucking building and get caught
+Save the fully inflatable, rap relatable
+Drug relatable, niggas here to play with you
+A hundred dollar Rottweiler, go to spot sellers
+Guns and Glocks for them niggas who got props
+Off top jail niggas get mad bigger and yo
+Mail a guy about a hundred pictures
+Word to mama, this rap wonder rhymer team got drama
+Comma, blunt smoke real-ass marijuana
+Chef Maranzano boats across the Verrazano
+Immaculate, bust off my gun so accurate
+And get cream in the cuisine of Queens
+I told you, money skated with night beams and two rings
+
+[Interlude: Raekwon & Ghostface Killah]
+Crazy fag, I'm getting ready to do this shit (Sniff mad shit)
+Man, niggas know not to step on this shit
+
+[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]
+Who's the knucklehead wanting respect?
+Chop his fingers in the drug game, money well-known
+Lead singer, humdinger, flash is the aftermath, here's his photograph
+Run up in his lab, take off the mask, Chas, and think fast
+Don't laugh, bag the cash, grab the hash, don't forget his stash
+Grab the tear gas and place it in his face fast
+At full blast (*Speeding car passing*)
+Then skate to the next gate further upstate
+I heard they got crazy weight bagged up by the cakes in
+Crates like disco breaks, yo look out for jakes
+Give it all it takes, let's burn the place before we motivate
+Yo, Blake, nigga, don't fake, rape his mate
+If the bitch scream, for God's sake grab the grey tape
+It's by the plate with the blow crushed up with the flakes
+Killer snakes, four bodies found floating in lakes
+Drug related paper talking about the kids who didn't make it
+Hits without a trace, never seen the bricks, see Rae and Ghostface
+Congratulations, Chef, let's celebrate and sniff an eighth (*Tires screeching*)
+
+[Verse 3: U-God]
+The rap scar is on, rap Parmesan, poke on, put it on, seal it on
+We're silicone, spark it on your talkathon
+This rap phenomenon to correspond took the arms
+Hit me on the hip and horns, rap chaperone
+Scars, tones, bar thrown, war tones, raw tones
+Blowing out their jawbones, but your rap's fraudulent
+Plug in these rap coordinates, it's reinforced with suspense
+Be on your rap sword defense
+These microphone professional, sensational, fully operational
+I got niggas here to play with you, you know the steez
+You know my whole program, brothers from the no-lands
+All we want is the G's, guns and grams
+Living fat like the Hoffa, mafia, sipping, eating pastas
+Laying in the house telling the seeds about the sagas
+Before we got dramatic and thoughts got sporadic
+We grabbed golden tablets and quick guarded the Abbots
+Slugs hit the Pelle, punch hopes into the belly
+Suckers tried to knock me out the box like Skelly
+I smoke the weed trees, I drop top to the breeze
+Honey dip spending G's on nails and hair weave
+The crime boss taking no loss, excessive force
+We can play the A-Train back of the iron horse
+
+[Outro: Raekwon, Ghostface Killah]
+Yo, man, you know what I'm saying?
+Fuck it, man (*Tires screeching*, *car crashing*)
+(*Car crashing*)
+**************************************************
+Knowledge God[Intro]
+Plug
+Word, yo (Know what I'm sayin'?), word (Yo)
+Know what I'm saying?
+You know— You know we had the baddest motherfuckin' (No doubt, no doubt)
+Unit back in the days kid (I know that son, I know that)
+You know that (You know I know that), know what I'm saying? (Know what I'm saying?)
+I miss all my niggas, though, believe me, and I'll never forget none of 'em (Word up, word up, know what I'm sayin?)
+Su, Tyrese, Size, you know what I'm saying? (Rob, you know what I'm saying?)
+Eddie, motherfuckin'— all them wild-ass niggas, man (Yeah, yeah)
+You know what I'm saying? (I hear you)
+L, yo, man (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
+Shit is wild, though, God, you know what I'm saying God? (Tyrese, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
+Word up, you know what I'm saying? (Powerful, word up, word up)
+So you let my shit go at the count of three, though, you know what I'm saying? (Take your time, take your time)
+
+[Verse 1]
+Fake niggas throw shit in they drinks
+Club nights we snatch links, politic, Africans and Chinks
+Wide World of Sport niggas snort coke by the seconds
+Niggas projects filled with fiends injecting morphine
+The God seen more cream, and upstate
+Cousin Reek, almost got hit with fourteen
+Chill, pa, the God'll be a star when you come home
+Light bones and let you rock my 3G stone
+So, see cousin, yo, I was working, cats I'm jerking
+And uptown these niggas acting like they hurting
+Keys 20 for a brick
+Colombians be on some bullshit, that's why papi got hit
+Stay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June
+By the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room
+Skied up, weaved the fuck up, to top it off
+Look beat up with two crack fiends hugging your seed up
+I took care of that, though, but don't worry 'bout it
+I got your back, though
+
+[Chorus]
+Yo, why's my niggas always yelling that broke shit?
+Let's get money son, now you wanna smoke shit
+Chill, God, yo, the son don't chill, Allah
+What's today's mathematics, son? Knowledge God
+
+[Verse 2]
+Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Grasmere
+Hit a store owner named Mike Lavogna
+Italiano, slanted-eye, banging a fat Milano
+Selling coke right out the bottle
+Sometime a nigga bought nines to test with mines (Sit back, relax)
+Crazy piece, buying keys in Greece
+Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dough figures
+Condo with his chick, rocking the gold vigor
+Mafia flicks, tying up tricks was his main hobby
+Teaching his seed Wu-Tang karate
+Mixing drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks
+Night time rolling with snakes
+Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank
+Sixteen shots in his fish tank
+And his pet piranha, he named him Marijuana
+Smoking ganja, calling his weed pipe Sandra
+Claiming New York was ancient Babylon
+Where the sky stayed the color of grey, like heron
+I can't front though, truck loads of Indo
+Soon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-ho
+
+[Chorus]
+Yo, why's my niggas always yelling that broke shit?
+Let's get money son, now you wanna smoke shit
+Chill, God, yo, the son don't chill, Allah
+What's today's mathematics, son? Knowledge God
+Yo, why's my niggas always yelling that broke shit?
+Let's get money son, now you wanna smoke shit
+Chill, God, yo, the son don't chill, Allah
+What's today's mathematics, son? Knowledge God
+Yo, why's my niggas always yelling that broke shit?
+Let's get money son, now you wanna smoke shit
+Chill, God, yo, the son don't chill, Allah
+What's today's mathematics, son? Knowledge God
+
+[Outro]
+Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, Miami niggas
+Word up, show your love
+Yeah y'all, yeah y'all, yeah
+Word up, London, Europe, Africa
+Word up, the fifty-two states, yeah
+Catch me later, word up, yeah, yeah
+About to make moves and slide like grease
+Moves and slide like grease
+**************************************************
+Still Strugglin’[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+I know how it feels to wake up fucked up
+Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell
+People look at you like you're the user
+Selling drugs to all the losers mad Buddha abuser
+But they don't know about the stress-filled day
+Baby on the way mad bills to pay
+That's why you drink Tanqueray
+So you can reminisce and wish
+You wasn't living so devilish s-shit
+I remember I was just like you
+Smoking blunts with my crew
+Flipping over SIXTY-TWO's
+Cause G-E-D wasn't B-I-G, I had to get P-A-I-D
+That's why my mom hates me
+She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
+Then I figured out Nick's went for twenty down south
+Packed up my tools for my raw power move
+Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves
+Four chumps trying to stop my flow
+And what they don't know will show on the autopsy
+Went to see papi, to cop me a brick
+Asked for some consignment and he wasn't trying to hear it
+Smoking mad Newports cause I'm doing court for an assault
+That I caught in Bridgeport, New York
+Catch me if you can like the ginger bread man
+You better have your gat in hand
+Cause man
+
+[Hook: Inspectah Deck]
+A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M
+Still struggling, Survival got me buggin'
+(Souls of a soldier in the streets of survival)
+Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough
+(The rough life, I just be up nights. It got me)
+Still strugglin'
+(Campaign)
+Lay out your maintain
+(In the everyday struggle)
+
+[Verse 2: Raekwon]
+I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side
+Staying alive was no jive
+Had secondhands, moms bounced on old man
+So then we moved to Shaolin land
+A young youth, yo rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo goose
+Only way I begin to G off was drug loot
+And let's start it like this son, rolling with this one
+And that one, pulling out Gats for fun
+But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend
+Started smoking woolies at 16
+And running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes
+Making my way on fire escapes
+No question I would speed, for cracks and weed
+The combination made my eyes bleed
+No question I would flow off, and try to get the dough all
+Sticking up white boys in ball courts
+My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater
+Times is rough and tough like leather
+Figured out I went the wrong route
+So I got with a sick tight clique and went all out
+Catchin' keys from across seas
+Rollin' in MPV's, every week we made forty G's
+Yo brothers respect mine, or anger the TEC-9
+(Get live, muthaf~)
+**************************************************
+Rainy Dayz[Intro: Blue Raspberry, Ghostface Killah, Raekwon, Samples]
+It's a mystery inside
+Of how I'm gonna get mine
+I'm thinking 'bout so many ways
+Of how to conquer these rainy days
+You sang beautifully just now
+I sing for him and he isn't here
+It's going down, man, word, man (What's up, black?)
+Niggas just fuckin' robbed my gate, man (Word?)
+
+[Chorus: Blue Raspberry, Ghostface Killah & Raekwon]
+It's raining, he's changing (Fuckin'— Yo, I'ma murder somebody, man, for real, I ain't playing, whatever, man, whatever)
+My man is going insane, insane (The war is on, yo)
+
+[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
+On rainy days I sit back and count ways on
+How to get rich, son, show and prove, ask my bitch
+Stood up late nights, build with my a-alikes
+We can pull a heist, snatch ice or rock mics
+But this rap shit, got me wanna clack back the latch
+How it goes the only pesos made from scratch
+But in due time, soon to get mine like Bugsy
+Heavy on the wrist, Polo mocs, socks and rugbies
+Old flicks remind me of Gucci's
+Back in Union Square when little Maxmil blast Pierre
+That was Build Build, fast forward, ninety-four
+Who got the bad base? Filthiest fiends scream for more
+Bless me out of state, howdy, Jake, Starks is back
+Niggas want work, nine brought back off a g-pack
+Coke rocks flood the co-ops, live in gossip
+Them big lip niggas singing to cops need to box it
+Stop it, the projects over-flooded with slow leaks
+The fiends geek, new faces get wrapped in sheets
+I gotta get mine, like my old Earth, bless the cheese line
+Sipping on fine wines, the power of the blacks refined
+(Rainy days) Divine
+Waiting on these royalties takes too long
+It's like waiting on babies, it makes me want to slay thee
+But that's ungodly, so, yo, God, pardon me
+I need it real quick, the dough flow like penmanship
+Meatheads get pistol-whipped, I blow spots like horse shit
+So now talk shit, nigga, what?
+
+[Chorus: Blue Raspberry]
+It's raining, he's changing
+My man is going insane, insane
+It's raining (Past sunlight, more gunfight)
+
+[Verse 2: Raekwon]
+What brings rain, hail, snow, and earthquakes?
+The beat breaks, 'cause all my niggas to break, son
+Styles is similar to criminals locked up
+With gats, ghetto tabernacles is fucked up
+I live once, though the mind stays infinite
+Traveling to touch nine planets in my midst
+While I carry, to earn a decent salary
+Soon get married, raise a family, but the plan'll be
+Real great, to sit up in the loft, count stacks and max
+And real cats cold watch my back
+But listen to the Wu, son, and maintain
+It's all real, starving individuals kill
+I puff what's only right, leave the poison alone
+Projects infested with rats, cats, and crack, holmes
+Half of us'll try to make it, the other half'll try to take it
+So many fake, half real freedom-build
+Born to science my alliance analyzes
+Wild surprises, keeping my eyes wide to this
+The unfortunate, laying in mountains counting
+With jewelry on, can it be the next team house the horn
+Chill dun, just for real ones, light the lye up
+I hate to have to tie the next guy up
+Pay attention to 1010 WINS, Wu blends
+Now I'm steering you to truth, buckle up
+Now who's a legend?
+
+[Chorus: Blue Raspberry & Raekwon]
+It's raining, he's changing (Word up dun)
+It's raining he's⁠—, my man is going insane (Peace to Philly, VA, these days, word up, y'all)
+My man is going insane (Word up, the sun, moon and stars, fly cars, word up y'all)
+
+[Outro: Blue Raspberry]
+No sunlight, more gun fights
+I've lost him to the street life
+Street life (I've lost him to the street life)
+No cash flow, no more dough
+He's someone I don't even know
+Someone I don't know
+Rainy Days
+Getting through those rainy days
+Getting through those rainy days
+Getting through those rainy days
+Getting through those rainy days
+I lost him to the street life
+The street life, woah
+**************************************************
+Heaven & Hell[Intro: Raekwon, Ghostface Killah & Blue Raspberry]​​
+This that gravedigger shit (No one can fuck with the Wu-Tang)
+Yo (What? What?), yo
+Exotic type shit
+Ninety-four
+We must go to war fast
+With the pen and the pad
+Goddamn
+Shine like gold rims on Pathfinders
+Wu-Tang reclines, lamps
+For the nine-squares, kid
+(Money, clothes, designer hoes, and shows, y'all)
+Check it, yo, yo
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon & Ghostface Killah]
+Waking up about ten, kid
+Jumping in the shower, peace, about to make moves and slide like grease
+What? I'm all about TECs and checks with 'nough respect
+You front, I'm slamming you like the Lex
+So now I'm out in the ninety-five
+Rocking that "Real Niggas Don't Die"
+Guess down, drawers Kani
+But, yo, I'm making a pitstop
+Go and buy a box of Glocks
+It equaled up, pay up, what up, 'Ak?
+Yo, remember that kid that we vicked?
+He made a half of mil' for real
+We brought about four bricks
+Yo, so now we connect thoughts
+Meet me at the airport
+​​​Tell Golden Arms maintain the fort
+Get in touch with that West Coast Cali crab you stabbed
+And meet me at the bitch lab
+So word up, kid, we slid like a fat four to twelve bid and shit
+Couldn't even rest, I need the vic'
+And when I slept, I dream G's, son, I need some
+Keys won't sell, call up son
+I heard Pook and Tyriq caught a beef over some real shit
+A fake nigga faked and they killed his clique
+Give me a minute and I'm winnin'
+Yo, niggas done did it
+Rock your vest, keep your whip tinted
+So now we see him up in Bojangles strangling a forty ounce
+With ten G's worth of gold bangles
+Diamonds, what? All up in his face
+With his man's mace
+Medallions the size of dinner plates, yo
+He knew we knew him so we blew him
+Took thirty G's worth of jewels off that nigga, do him
+So now I'm lamping in my man's land
+Streets is hot like sand
+G's is rolling in my right hand
+Yup, you know the steezo black
+Lot'll go down like that
+Shallah, cigars and mob hats
+Ninety-four, takin' niggas to war, yo, yo
+
+[Interlude: Raekwon & Ghostface Killah]
+What do you believe in, heaven or hell?
+You don't believe in heaven 'cause we're living in hell
+What do you believe in, boy, heaven or hell?
+You don't believe in heaven 'cause we're living in hell
+So it's your life
+What a chamber
+Fucking with the mad strangers
+Yeah, you know how it runs, baby, straight up, yo
+Money, clothes, designer hoes, and shows, y'all
+That's how it goes, whatever
+What do you believe in, heaven or hell?
+You don't believe in heaven 'cause we're living in hell (31st chamber, y'all)
+So it's your life
+
+[Outro: Raekwon & Ghostface Killah]
+Niggas ain't even know, son...
+Sold their weight
+No question
+This shit is real, you know what I'm saying? (Word up)
+Niggas think it's all about a hundred-dollar velour
+A little hundred dollars and that make you a man
+You ain't promised tomorrow, son, word up
+Niggas don't understand how life can be so short
+Come so fast
+Within the blinkin' of eye
+Blinkin' of eye, you're gone, baby, straight up
+Know what I'm saying?
+Get turned to dust
+Return to the casket
+And that ass is out, son, word up
+Word up, get evaporated, straight up (Word up)
+Lose all your strength, nigga
+Crazy dedication shoutout in the memory of Two Cent Jason
+Heartbroken
+We soakin' wet, though
+Keepin' it real for my peoples
+Yeah, yo
+And my physical brother DeVon
+You're still in here, baby
+Because you're in my arms, nigga, word up
+I never let you go, baby
+Know what I'm saying? You my life charm, word up
+For real (Keep shinin')
+For real, keepin' it real, you know
+Shout out to major niggas
+Big Kawai, Jess, Hell on the computer system
+The RZA who slams fat discs for the ninety-four
+Word up, RZA
+That's my nigga, baby, yeah
+Eatin' dinner with the big boys now, you know what I'm saying? (Word up)
+Big Booth represent the Q
+You know how we do
+Now get that power-U type gangster on, you know?
+The GZA, word up Masta Killa
+The Abbot of the Clan
+Method Man, Inspectah Deck
+Dirty Bastard
+U-God, word up, baby
+Keep it real, son
+Keep packin' them guns
+Word up
+**************************************************
+Ice Water[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
+Tommy Hil' rockin' ice niggas
+Tommy Hil' ice rockin' niggas who fuck—
+Mira, aprende
+Take a one on one to this shit, y'all (Yeah)
+Get your nostrils clear (Yeah)
+Come on, sniff your brains out all my Al Capone, Al Pacino niggas (Yeah, word up)
+Who's down with drug smugglin' (Cappadonna, Golden Arms), yo, yo
+
+[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
+Check out the rap kingpin, the black Jesus
+I know a few niggas sniff coke and caught seizures
+Peace to half-moon Caesars and all the bitches in the bleachers
+Hot weather, sex on the beaches
+Jewelry shoppin' out of the country, deluxe luxury
+People sayin' that my chains look truck on me
+But what about the Wonder Woman bracelet?
+Two-oh point three diamond cut engraved rubies kid, I laced it
+My sweet tooth gotta nigga throbbin', ready for robbin'
+But first, hit Maria's for a butter almond
+The bionic microphone and smack mechanic
+Move like a bunch of Mexicans with bandanas
+Son, it's on, so we can just max a million
+I got the spot sewn so we can make a billion
+The God's tropical, ladies call me black fruit punch
+Rainbow flavor niggas murder niggas for lunch
+Peace to the Paris Crew and the avenue, and my nigga Jay Love
+Who carry switchblades on the reg, duke
+
+[Verse 2: Cappadonna]
+Yo, the first branch, the third leaf, whoever want it got beef
+I politic, show love, crush those who dare creep
+Into my realm of sunshine, I praise divine
+Fine line between Donna, dumb, deaf and blind
+He ain't mine, he shook like the faggots in daytime
+Crossed over grain while we was bubblin' moonshine
+Sippin' on a Moët, laid up, Rae-Gambino
+Mastermind the plan, Tony Starks, Cappachino
+Developed while your head be swellin' up off of the Nation
+Blinded by the ice while I release the confrontation
+Donna holy fat bags of weed, ravioli pasta
+Bodyguard the Killa Bee songs like Kevin Costner
+Infrared all inside your bumbo, rasta
+Cappadonna pimp the derby like the mobster
+
+[Interlude: Big Un & Raekwon]
+Yeah, yeah
+Ayy, spaghetti lame brain-ass niggas
+Quarters, nickels, and dimes, bitch, 'cept for overtime, nigga
+Any ass money suit me fine
+'Cause I'm coming strong, breaking niggas backs, keepin' shit real
+If you haven't noticed, bitchy-ass, rusty-ass nigga
+Let me tell you this one time
+Tony Starks, Raekwon the chef
+Cappachino and Golden Arms is coming through mad strong
+From the isles of Shaolin
+For all them faggot-ass, rusty, chickenhead bitches, too
+Shup Shup baby? (Yo)
+
+[Verse 3: Raekwon]
+Back in the days, baggin' crack, scrapin' plates
+Flippin' cakes who them heavy head niggas hatin' Jakes?
+It be us, wall to wall soldiers, hangin' in halls gettin' over
+City niggas shoot for blood money, rockin' Rovers
+Stay dipped, don't have no money in your pocket in the streets
+Why these people mob money in they Jeep?
+Crack bums watch your back for jums
+Cost me for a fake twenty dollar bill, get 'em son, we ain't the one
+Politickin', plus vickin', sick of these Dominicans
+Eatin' good, had to shoot my way up out of Bennigan's
+That's life, to top it all off, beef with White
+Pullin' bleach out, tryin' to throw it in my eyesight
+Yo, fuck is on your mind?
+**************************************************
+Shark Niggas (Biters)[Skit: Raekwon & Ghostface Killah]
+Niggas is fucking crazy, you know what I'm sayin'?
+Hell yeah, man
+Word, you know how niggas be bitin' and shit
+Niggas be bitin' mad styles and shit from niggas, man (Yeah, no doubt)
+That's what I be hatin' man, I can't stand a fuckin' bitin'-ass nigga
+Wanna use your lines all ahead of time before you even get a chance to shine on your own shit (Word, no—)
+True (Know what I'm sayin'?)
+Nah, niggas be killin' me though, son, because, you know
+They be take— be comin' with your words and shit
+They hear you say one word then here they come with the word
+Tryin' to flip it and bounce it and shit on some bullshit (Yeah, yeah)
+Not soundin' right, first of all and shit (Yeah), you know what I'm sayin'?
+Boom, but then you got niggas, son, on the real, you know what I'm sayin'
+Niggas, niggas, niggas, niggas is bitin' off your album cover and shit (Yeah)
+Boom, bad enough they bitin' lines like niggas killed me (Yeah)
+When they came with some Na—
+Niggas bit off of Nas shit! You know what I'm sayin'?
+Word, niggas, niggas, niggas, niggas caught his little album cover, boom
+Then done did a Nas for that shit (Yeah)
+I'm like, damn, what the fuck, man? (Yeah)
+It's like these happy-go-lucky niggas, man, when they get on, man
+They wanna pop a little, a little champagne (But like I said, you—)
+You know what I'm sayin'?
+Every few, every time you see 'em, you know what I'm saying?
+Like, front on, don't front for me, man (Yo, man)
+You gon' play that role, man, play it, though (It's like this, man)
+Niggas, man
+Niggas know not to fuck around with this shit, though
+I don't give a fuck how nasty niggas get (Nah, son)
+Let me tell these niggas somethin', God
+I don't want niggas soundin' like me on no album
+You know what I'm sayin'?
+For real, 'cause I'ma— I'm approach a nigga, man
+For real, man, I don't want nobody soundin' like me, man
+For real son, you know (No doubt)
+Bad enough, nigga, I don't want nobody sound like nobody from my Clan, man
+Keep it real, get your own shit man, and be original (Word up)
+That's all, man (And you'll be a better man)
+And—  And you gon'—  you gon' come out on your own way (Word up)
+Whatever how you gon' take it, man, fuck it (Word up)
+**************************************************
+Can It Be All So Simple (Remix)[Skit: Raekwon, Ghostface Killah & Dealer]
+So I sold it for the kid, know what I'm sayin'?
+Right here, white top, yo, yo, hold on
+I'ma go talk to this cat
+Yo, kid, what' up, Starks? What up? (Hold on, hold on)
+Ayo, yo (What's up, kid?), what up? (What's up, baby?)
+Ayo, yo, I just seen this kid over there— over there, right over there by your— by— by your— building and shit
+I know he ain't down with your team
+Who?
+I dunno, some skinny-lookin', big-head nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?
+He ain't makin' no fuckin' sales, though (It's funny—)
+Yo, son, I just seen five fiends around a nigga, son
+Fuck, we— we gotta— c'mon, fuck it, let's go over there
+Lemme show you niggas, right, hold up— wait up, wait up
+Three deep niggas, think niggas don't know what the fuck time it is
+Come on, come on, right over there
+There he go, right there
+There he go, right there, kid
+That cat? Word up
+Ayo, kid (I'm right behind you)
+What the fuck is you doin', man, huh? Huh?
+The fuck you talking to?
+I'm talking to you (Talkin' to you, what?)
+You ain't talking to me
+The fuck you talking about?
+Open your hand, man, what the fuck is that in your hand, man? What?
+Huh? What? The fuck— (Ayo, come here)
+The fuck I say? (Oh, shit)
+Come here! (Motherfuck—), oh, shit
+This my shit, my shit (Get up!) Why? Why? Why?
+Get up! Grab that nigga, grab him (Come here, come here)
+*Gunshots*
+Fuck! Move, son! Move! Move, move! Damn, damn
+Oh shit, oh shit, oh, shit, yo, yo
+Yo, man, yo, son, I'm hit
+Man, son, I'm hit (Yo, son)
+Come here, son, check— (Damn, son), yo, oh, yo, yo
+You bleedin' son, bad, son
+Ayo, grab this, grab this, take this, take this
+Take this, take this, go on
+I'm going over to the God's house, go ahead before the cops come (I'ma throw this shit away, man)
+Go ahead, go ahead, son, just go ahead, man, fuck that, man, seventeen
+Man, get the fuck outta here, man
+Go ahead, man, I'm dying, go ahead, son, go ahead, go ahead
+Hold that shit, son
+Go ahead, man, go ahead
+Niggas tried to assassinate me, man (Damn)
+Yo (We gon' get that cat, man)
+
+[Intro: Raekwon]
+It's the remix, son
+Can it be, act like you know
+Check it
+
+[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
+Yo, check what happened out of state
+I'm knocking off a half-a-cake, cash rule, flying at a fast rate
+I smoked the black dust, kept my hands clutched, I'm falling in lust
+Spoiled plus I played my hand like a royal flush
+Baggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty women
+I put it in 'em, shot up in 'em, deadly venom
+I hung around the big time bosses
+Illegal force to exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources
+Spades tried to bag me, like Cagney and Lacey
+Chef had that bitch Stacey slippin' in Macy's
+I doze off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped
+And got licked like Papsy in a mob flick, I got hit
+Stumbling, holding my neck to the God's rest
+Opened flesh, burgundy blood colored my Guess
+Emergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery
+Can it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?
+I should've stayed in Job Corp, and now I'm a outlaw
+Ray Catena, carry a four-four, nigga
+
+[Chorus: Ghostface Killah & Raekwon]
+Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to the Gods and Earths)
+Dedicated to babies who came feet first
+Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to up north and down state)
+Dedicated to rich niggas who sell weight
+Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Dedicated to projects with black kids)
+Dedicated to man who build pyramids
+
+[Interlude: Raekwon]
+Word up, what the f— yo
+We taking you on another chamber
+Word up, son, you know how we be on it
+Yeah, it's real
+Show these crabs how to rhyme, man
+I think it's time to bless them, word up
+Bulletproof
+First chamber (Hit 'em, Chef), yo, yo
+
+[Verse 2: Raekwon]
+It started off on the Island, AKA Shaolin
+Niggas wilding, old folks scream, "Stop the violence!" (The violence)
+True, laying up, yo, watching these crack niggas
+Play enough crap games for what? See
+Back in days, crime pays in mad ways
+Sporting Tommy Hil' with caves, three-sixty waves
+And no searching for loose ends, now I flex 300 Benz
+Mad Timbs with mad diamonds
+Now that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggas act trife
+I paid the price throughout my hood life
+Remember, I got blasted, now that's in the past kid
+God forbid I lay in the casket
+But now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed mixed with coke
+I wash my mouth out with soap
+And got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and better
+And phat leathers, so whatever, bring it on
+
+[Chorus: Raekwon]
+Can it be that it was all so simple then? (For real, murderous material stacked up)
+Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Peace to mazes, for real)
+Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Meditatin' off life)
+Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Go)
+Can it be that it was all— (Word up, y'all, crazy fly dedications to my people)
+(Word up, peace to all my brothers)
+—all so simple then? (That I ain't gon' see no more)
+Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Peace to all the brothers on the Island, up north, word up)
+Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Straight up, love you, boy)
+Can it be that it was all so simple then? (It's on like that, word up)
+
+[Outro: Raekwon]
+Peace to man, woman and child
+Word up (We got you covered, baby)
+Projects (We're here for you)
+Projects peoples, one love
+Keep your head clear, we outta here
+Move in silence
+Bad boys creatin' the murderous stacks for your headpiece
+Bald heads, braids (For real, though)
+Blowouts (The Island)
+Yo, fly chicks
+It's the remix, y'all, for real, the real side
+(The RZA, check it) Razor blade sharp
+Peace to the Clan
+No other producer can compare, boy
+Word up
+Bring it, battle, beats, all types of shit
+For real, y'all
+**************************************************
+Wisdom Body[Intro]
+No, man, all bitches are the same, just like my hoes, you know?
+I keep 'em broke, wake up one morning with some money
+They're subject to go crazy, you know?
+I keep 'em looking good, pretty and all that, you know, but no dough
+When I get a bitch, I got a bitch (Right on)
+
+[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
+Word up
+Got motherfuckin' brother wise
+You know what I'm saying?
+Teaching the uncivilized
+Yeah, runnin' the streets, you know it's deep
+Word up, check his technique, yeah
+I be Ghostface
+Flippin' the marvelous track
+Yeah, you know the steelo
+But yo, yo
+Check the banging-est sounds that I invent
+Fake niggas who tried to flex hard came and went
+They couldn't match up with the fly nigga with his back against the wall
+Heads clocked once I came in the door
+I played the speaker, sippin' a Kahlua
+Saw this bad bitch wit' a switch and, yo, I had to step to her
+In a manner, and rather wished the current was warm
+When I had reached her, I looked and knew the shit was on
+Peace, excuse me, allow to introduce myself
+Yo, I'm the man, and honey, you've been rated top shelf
+Yo, what's your name, hon? Hair wrapped up in a bun
+Your eyes sparkle just like glass in the sun
+Never diss 'em, it's hard for a nigga just to miss 'em
+Especially when you're browsin', goin' fishing
+Your waistline bangin' like a bassline
+Physical form is well complex, and, yo, I love your outline, boo
+Your whole body is wild with your rugged profile
+Enough to make a hard rock smile
+You can't strike out, tell me what can really go wrong
+You're rocking labels, Tommy Hil' down to Claiborne
+Show me some love, hon, show me some love, boo
+Show me the vibe and I'll be more than glad to shoot it through
+Ayo, peep it, I know you love Victoria's Secret
+And lovin' all the marvelous slang on how I freaked it
+Plus, see you're the type to make a nigga crash
+Far from trash, your flesh is way softer than a baby's ass
+Your body lotion is the potion
+This shit got me open like dust and, yo, your stee is Thai potent, yo
+We can go the distance, I'll put you under wings
+From this convo, we can spark and see whatever brings
+I walked the hot Arabian desert barefooted
+I grabbed your hair, you grabbed my joint and knew where to put it
+
+[Outro: Ghostface Killah]
+Word up, yo, straight up and down, yo
+Check the joint, baby
+It be the Wu-Tang production
+Yeah, yeah, and all types of shit
+And brothers catchin' repercussions
+Yo, straight up
+**************************************************
+North Star (Jewels)[Intro: Popa Wu & Raekwon]
+You know, God, I just been, you know what I'm sayin'?
+Doing my regular thing, man
+So I'ma get back up with you though, baby
+Know what I'm sayin'? You know you my nigga, kid
+I'ma always come through for you, baby (Yo, man)
+Like I was sayin', this shit is real though, man (All the time)
+This shit is so real, man, you already know (Word)
+(Arm and Leg, Leg, Arm and Head)
+Yo, man, that's you man (Bring her over here)
+Yo, peace, Rae, peace, God
+(We've got the powers to resurrect the dead)
+What's up, baby? God damn, look at you, man
+Damn, God, I love the shit out you, man
+Man, I done watched you, man, since you was a little crumb-snatcher
+A little weed-hopper lookin' to runnin' around here, man
+Look at you, baby, you look good, you understand?
+(We've got the powers to resurrect the dead)
+I've watched you go through a lot of trials and tribulations, Rae
+(G-O-D's my reality)
+But you know something? Like I used to always tell you, baby
+A good listener's a good learner
+I see you listened very well, you understand?
+(I'm elevating strong and I'm gonna go on to the highest degree)
+Your time is comin', baby
+And see, sometime, it could be like a, a rear view, you know what I'm sayin'?
+And people don't know when their blessing comes
+But I've watched you grow, baby, man, and you's a very intelligent man
+Man, I watched you when I would just sit down
+And you would just trick me out my money, shootin' dice, nigga, is you crazy? Hahahaha (Crazy, you crazy, man)
+(G-O-D's my reality)
+Yo, man, you remember that shit, man?
+When we would be down there in the hills and shit, man?
+(I'm elevating strong I'm gonna go on to the highest degree)
+And you'd catch the— oh, here come Old Man Freed
+"Yeah, I'ma get him, ya little slick ass" (Hahahaha)
+Talk to me, baby, you know what I'm sayin'? (Hahaha)
+I remember all them things
+But I'm watchin' you growin' (Yeah)
+But remember one thing, Rae, like I used to tell you
+The child you was was making you the man you is today
+And if you don't know where you came from, baby
+You damn sure know— you don't know where you're goin'
+Can you see what I'm saying?
+(We've got the powers to resurrect the dead, oh)
+Know which way you traveling
+You understand? And follow that destiny and follow the light
+And it'll set you free
+(G-O-D's my reality)
+'Cause I've watched you, baby, you my main man (Yeah)
+(I'm elevating strong and we're gonna go on to the highest degree)
+
+[Verse: Raekwon]
+Now that could be the Wu-Tang production
+Start to knuckle up and gun shots start to click, the block's duckin'
+Could it be and would it be that we was babies?
+Catchin' rabies, niggas seem to act crazy
+Day one in my spot, July the tenth
+I had a mint, stickin' up Devines hittin' them with nines
+I was toxie from layin' up in Roxy's all night
+This nigga bust a shot, licked my man's wife
+It was havoc, I contact the Abbot
+He shook the shoulder though, then he passed the phat chrome automatic
+We goin' to war, you know he had a two-to-four
+He would've did it for me, fuck it, let's mosie
+Scheming dough with the P.L.O. wrapped on tight
+Sayin' in my mic, "Yo, we gotta go"
+My first impression was to ask some lessons
+Question one, what made you even show your gun and blow the session?
+He replied and rocked the green eye
+And, yo, he started yellin', "Them niggas sellin' two for fives"
+But he's a goner and I got my corner, what?
+I'm feeding my babies, cash rules from morn' to dawning
+
+[Outro: Popa Wu & Raekwon]
+Yeah, Rae, baby, check it out
+(Arm and Leg, Leg, Arm and Head)
+Feedin' my babies, cash rules from morn' to dawning
+Only God is the son of man
+(We've got the powers to resurrect the dead, oh)
+I'ma say this to you one time, and be certain that fake God does not exist
+(G-O-D's my reality)
+(I'm elevating strong, we're gonna go on to the highest degree)
+This is why the universe, by the self-balancing scale of divine knowledge
+And it was measured by the portion of solid knowledge
+No man can judge for another
+(Arm and Leg, Leg, Arm and Head)
+But each man must weigh all facts and circumstances
+(We've got the powers to resurrect the dead)
+And find truth in his own judgment of righteousness
+See, the way to evil, balance equality in no man
+(Arm and Leg, Leg, Arm and Head)
+(We've got the powers to resurrect the dead)
+For no man is good and bad at the same time
+Either he's good or he's bad
+**************************************************
+Striving For Perfection[Intro]
+Okay (This is it), on three
+
+[Skit: Ghostface Killah & Raekwon]
+Yeah, word up, I'm tired of doing this shit (Aight, word)
+Let's get it, fuck it (Aight, I'ma set it)
+Let's get it, tell me how you feel, man
+Yo, son, check the fly shit, son ('Sup cousin, how you doin'?)
+Yo, baby, check it, man, I got a new connect son, for real, man
+Fuck all this twenty for a brick shit, man (No doubt)
+My man got it out of state for fifteen (Yeah)
+You know what I'm saying? And, yo—
+You know my man's and them is in VA, they politicking to death, so (Right, right)
+It's all good, what's up? What you wanna do? (God, God)
+We gotta move, God, we gotta move, God, we gotta migrate
+Get the fir— Get the fuck outta New York, you know what I'm sayin'?
+Bounce, man, start fucking with bigger and better shit, man
+So you telling me no more big eights, strictly bricks
+No more, no more, no more, man (Man, I'm with you, I've been waiting, man)
+No more, God (What's up!)
+It's the pot of gold right here, man, this is it
+Man, this is glory (So, yo—), you know what I'm sayin'?
+The first thing we gotta do, man
+Is just know what we gonna do with this cream when we get it, man (Right)
+'Cause I'm not tryna just be (Right), sitting on, motherfuckin', 200 thou'
+And acting like I'ma just be a— a drug dealer all my life, son (Nah, nah)
+I got bigger and better plans, son (No doubt, and we gon' move on, man)
+And you know I don't be fuckin' with anybody, man
+Son, long as the love and the trust is there, son, we gon' grow, God (Yo, yo, Tony)
+We gon' grow like a plant, son
+Yo, you coming at me like that, son? (For real, son)
+Come on you know me man (You know my style, son)
+You know how my heart feels though, God (No doubt)
+But, yo, God, for real, this is my last time, God
+I'm hanging this shit up man if this shit don't work right here, God (Word up)
+You know what I'm sayin'? (I feel the same way, I feel the same way kid) Yo, God, you know what I'm sayin'?
+When I got shot at, man, my mom's windows got shot the fuck up, man (Yeah)
+Yo, God, my baby's in here, God, see, I gotta take the time, man
+And raise my family, man (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
+You know what I'm sayin'? Sit around, man, my grandkids, man
+But yo, son, it's like this, man
+We all livin', man, we here now, man (Word, man), you know what I'm sayin'?
+Let's not think like we gon' be stagnating, man
+Let's keep moving ahead, man, keep our head up, man
+Take care of our families, man
+God, word is bond, I'm your eyes that's in back of you, kid
+Let's do it then
+**************************************************
+Rich and Black[Intro: Louis Farrakhan]
+And regardless to how much power you have
+When God sends prophets and messengers
+They don't care nothing about your power
+Because they come from the power
+
+[Verse 1: Nas]
+Rare nigga, I'm a wonder
+Your best success is my worst blunder
+Feds tap the number
+Jewelry Jacqueline Onassis could appreciate
+Weed to alleviate the pain
+Eddie King, Richard Pryor pinky ring
+Watch your conduct, nigga
+Throw parties for my niggas that’s livin', you guessed it
+Models, y'all keep 'em if they anorexic
+Love 'em but can’t trust 'em, hate 'em but won’t bust 'em
+Cakin' in savings, spendin', wastin', it's like a custom
+Tats are hieroglyphics, lipstick on the collar
+I got more to lose than you do, but I’m a rider
+When did the rules change?
+Y’all livin' trendy on pennies
+Meetin' deadlines with ease, no game
+You fire, I'm butane
+Gator Timbs, ostrich belts
+These be the times that I surprise myself
+My niggas lookin' like black crows at packed shows
+The Don voice stay pristine like I'm still seventeen
+
+[Verse 2: Raekwon]
+I'm rich, Black, African, rockin' the golden Mack
+Shearling leather, Gucci leg it's on my back
+Willie Bosket hoodlum in the trench
+Rinse these niggas, '86 Cazals dicin' near the fence
+Mike Tyson disciple, trifle with my pen, it's a rifle
+Sixteen ways to shoot you through your Chrysler, duke
+Exhalin' with niggas, the jails argue
+Bring the best niggas to the table
+I'll sic all my whales on you
+Custom wooden speakers, rock Elysses, rump on polices
+Dump on creatures, holidays and preachers
+Stainless steel watches, ostrich turtlenecks
+Here's the deal: If we can't come in, they can't have the field
+Bones in Cisco', murder instrumentals
+Cayenne Porsche rap, how many horses live official?
+I run wit' generals who flash Uzis in interviews
+My shit is deep, we fly, swimmin', dude
+
+[Verse 3: Nas]
+Verse two gotta be all murder just like the first verse
+Timbs yellow like the hair on a Malibu surfer
+Yellow like my Harry Winston glistenin' arm, B
+Yellow like New York City piss-stained concrete
+
+[Verse 4: Raekwon]
+That’s right, yo, who voted toastin' in the wind
+Las Vegas Otis, what you know?
+Leave it right here, we ghost in the Lotus
+Put a package on your head, be promoted, keys in effect
+Payin' these dumb fuckin' D’s off with donuts
+
+[Sample: Louis Farrakhan]
+I hate to see you, acting like a slave
+To get an advance here, an advance there
+Because somebody else controls your destiny
+
+[Verse 4 continued: Raekwon]
+Aiyo, I’m rich, Black, umbrella calico captain
+Wes Craven with a blade and a black
+I’m hood ornaments, junkies win awards in my tournaments
+My shit is listed like informants pics
+You know we order hits
+Planes flyin', niggas is sure to get ya
+Whether in Costa Rica, Lisa, she sure to twist ya
+Eatin' Chow Lo Mein with chopsticks
+Glocks with aim, watermelon chips, pop some ‘pagne
+For all the riches, niggas forcin' out they feelings, kid
+Whether in hallways or the boats, now feel us, kid
+Out in Alaska, in the Astons, remember my passion
+Hungry wolf who never eat in his castle
+Bolivian connects restless, yeah
+Chef ambidextrous, quick to back you in like the Lexus shit
+Hunted by the FBI, we gracious, more demonstrations
+Shit is tough, milk the Carnation
+**************************************************
+House of Flying Daggers[Intro: Sample]
+"Hahahaha. Nobody is going to save you now!
+
+[Hook: Raekwon & GZA]
+Soldiers in the front, let the heat pump
+Troops on the left, fight to the death
+Fam on the right, infrared lights
+Wolves in the back, ready to attack, for what!
+Soldiers in the front, let the heat pump
+
+[Verse 1: Inspectah Deck]
+I pop off like a mobster boss
+Angel hair with the lobster sauce
+Summertime, can't top the scorch
+Check my hot broad, I dropped the Porsche
+FBI wanna watch the force, tryna lock my source
+Where I'm from—hear the macs, Tecs, Glocks and fours
+Hide the safe, nigga, lock the doors
+No respect for the cops and laws
+In the land where your own blood brother still plot for yours
+Seen things that'll drop your jaw
+My soldiers got dropped in war
+See the mural on the project wall?
+Won't stop til I cop them all
+Wanna block me? You gots to brawl, trade shots and all
+'Cause I ain't on the clock for talk
+The spot rusher, blow down the spot for sure
+Still break off the block with raw, my stock is more
+The General: watch your board
+
+[Verse 2: Raekwon]
+Deep pockets with the eight on me, sleep with the safe in the wall
+The camo's on with the makeup and all
+Swap six 45s, twist reefer in the flicks
+Pop your whoadie, ride
+Bolt his gun off, from know your whore, she lied
+Fly criteria, bury me in Africa
+With whips and spears and rough diamonds out of Syria
+True don, only I could do wrong
+Rock fitted hats, get crack money and drive a sick blue joint
+Retard-less, I'ma blow regardless
+Résumé is straight up live, I shank niggas up for larger Es
+And speak with the youth in the spot
+Eat the fresh fruit in the crop; all these hip-hoppers eat cock
+You could see me in the street or the yacht
+I'd rather be promoting your block
+Or buying fresh sneakers with guaps
+Yo, I'm an ill dude, always been a real dude
+Don't fuck around, I will spill on you and kill you in the field, boo
+
+[Hook: Raekwon & GZA]
+Soldiers in the front, let the heat pump
+Troops on the left, fight to the death
+Fam on the right, infrared lights
+Wolves in the back, ready to attack, for what
+Soldiers in the front, let the heat pump
+Troops on the left, fight to the death
+Fam on the right, infrared lights
+Wolves in the back, ready to attack, for what
+
+[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]
+Leather jackets on, rocked-up rockstars
+Treacherous bank robbers, the plan go dub, we pop guards
+The team gotta eat, seeds is hungry
+That's why we ain't scared to dump on niggas, our guns is chunky
+Usually we bust niggas down with bats, swell up they joints
+Elbow, wrists, they shins get cracked
+We still humiliate, brutalize, Ruger pop, pulverize
+Still got gear in the closet that's stupid live
+From Benetton rugby skullies
+Oshkosh conductor jumpers, the train hats fit me lovely
+Rae job is to make sure the coke is fluffy
+While I politick his birthday bash with Puffy
+Bag me as soon as I linked up, the kid ain't inked up
+I'm an old mummy, my gold weigh as much as King Tut
+Slippers, robes is minked up (Yeah, ugh)
+Under the do-rag, bro, my three-dimensional fade is clean-cut (Yo, yo)
+
+[Verse 4: Method Man]
+Man, y'all niggas ain't shit to us, still a pistol bust
+Split your melon like I split the Dutch (Yeah)
+Got a lot of piff to puff, and I ain't come for fisticuffs (Pffff)
+Or for the cop that wanna clip the cuffs
+Man, is Staten in this bitch or what? Don't get it twisted, we...
+Twist it up and even mix with dust
+See, these fans can't resist the rush, they Wu-Tang for life
+Scarred for life, they can't forget the cuts
+Got a whole line of classic joints and while you at it, pass the joint
+Let's push this music past the point...
+Of no return, til it crash and burn, down the ashes
+Then placed inside Ol' Dirty Bastard's urn
+When it's my time to go, for sure, your nigga goes to war
+What you think I brought these soldiers for?
+To send shots like forget-me-nots at any nigga
+Respect, bitch, that figure they gon' get me got
+
+[Outro: Sample]
+"Haha, your basic kung fu's no good
+You can't move fast enough!
+And you don't have enough strength!
+And your body movements are like a street fighter!
+It's too easy for me to trip you up!"
+"Hahaha, how's it feel, eh?"
+"Ah, it's broken! I feel my back's broken!"
+"Haha, you've still got a lot to learn!"
+**************************************************
+Spot Rusherz[Skit: Raekwon & Ghostface Killah]
+*St. Ides Commercial*
+And all that good shit (Yeah)
+Know what I'm sayin', you comin'—
+You comin' lookin' flavorful, you know what I mean? (Word)
+You the— You the whole— You the whole shit of the whole night (Word)
+But I seen it, though, know what I'm sayin'? (You seen it, right?)
+Like a Zenith, you know? (Yeah, yeah)
+My G's too futuristic for that shit, you know what I'm sayin'?  (Yeah, yeah) Word
+Yeah, she tried to get a little swerve kid on you?
+Tried to, man, know what I'm sayin'? But she didn't— she couldn't pull it off, man (Yeah)
+God (Right)
+She couldn't pull it off because the drawers, you know? (Word)
+Fuck that mess, though, you know what I'm sayin'?
+But, yo, though, on the real
+Yo, yo, tonight feel like a nigga get burnt, right? (Yeah, yeah)
+Feel like you hearin' something tomorrow, right?
+Something like "Yo, Flozzy Flozz" (It's the wind, I'm tellin' you)
+Yeah, yeah, word (It's the air, I can feel it)
+It feel hot, it feel— feel hot at night and shit, like the sun ain't even out (Word, it's like this—)
+Yo, the sun don't shine, though, but, you know what I'm sayin'? (Word)
+
+[Intro: Raekwon]
+Yeah, one-two, one-two, nigga
+Line for line, line for line, how we get down wit' the rhyme
+Yo, it be a line for line, line for line, this is how we get down
+Yeah, line for line, line for line, this is how we get down, yo
+
+[Verse: Raekwon]
+Can you feel me?
+Storytellin' rap Magellan, I ain't tellin'
+Them niggas ran in the spot for sellin'
+Word up, pushed up, man got mushed up
+Seen him at a rap show, actin' like Fat Cat, though
+Glasses gold, shinin' like a real big boy
+This nigga had mega ice on, chips ahoy
+Cats surrounded this political brown kid
+All out the wind, yo, my man walked in
+Pullin' mints out, son had mad clientele
+Ordered me Cristal twice, Kion, chill
+Watch them niggas, ayo, that clique's from outta state
+They bubble weight in Far Rockaway with Blake Carrington
+You know the kid with the most dough getters
+Anteras on fat shit, clique, they rock Lo sweaters
+That's my man, that's my man, too
+Call him up on the strength of the Wu
+And watch me game duke
+Grab the cell, I got a heist to pull off well
+At the end of the week, I'm buyin' you a L
+Lexus, nigga, I ain't talkin' 'bout Hancock
+No time for weed, plus no time to get locked
+That night, up in the staircase
+Cousin had me laced out, skied all outta my face
+We gon' get dat crunchy chump for all of his lump
+Don't try to front, you was sweatin' this Hilfiger, nigga
+Guess who walked in havin' it? His man from Farragut
+Confront him with the Ruger on his back, walk in, black
+Where's your man? Where's the sky blue Land at?
+Stop playin', Wu in the back, smacked him wit' the gat
+Yo, money said he'd be here in fifteen!
+He's not lyin', wait for the Millenia green to pull up
+He got the Donna Karan shit on, two rings
+Six carats a piece plus the chain swings
+Like anchors on ships flooded with all diamond chips
+Back pockets, two clips, four-fifths wit' rubber grips layin'
+Two bottles of brass I was slayin'
+Meditatin', red dot be waitin' for my payment
+Heard the key in the lock, cocked the Glock, turned the lights out
+Dipped behind the couch, Kion, gag his mouth
+Infrared at his head when he entered
+Butter soft Perry Ellis leather with Dorinda
+A friend of Kion's wife, Kenya, the bitch larger than life
+Yo, shorty be fuckin' mad Colombian niggas
+Fuck it, get on the floor, meet the black Lex Luthor
+Strip fast, the bitch had on Claiborne drawers
+"Yo, Rae, I'm about to scrape her", chill, Ghost
+Thought for a second, turned around, threw the nine in his meatloaf
+Yo, where's the cash and the stash that's mixed?
+"I don't know", shot his hand, he started screamin' like a bitch
+**************************************************
+New Wu[Intro: Raekwon]
+"What up, son?. Maintaining, maintaining, you know?
+You good, Rah? Everything proper, still, Rah? Come on, man. What's the matter with you, man?"
+"Ain't nothing. I just want us to be on"
+
+[Hook: Method Man]
+Tell a friend, it's that symbol again, that W
+Coming through, bust a shot on your block, give me a "Soo!"
+Get it right—all my chicks, hold your tits, let's get it in
+All my niggas, take a toke off this weed, let it begin
+(Here we go!) Yo, y'all already know what it do (Ha, ha)
+Brand-new, nigga, back from the slums, it be the Wu
+Now throw your Ws up!
+Back from the slums, it be the Wu
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Love to dress latch, get rocked
+Hundred bags, black do-rags, ski masks is on, G-Wags
+Don't try to take pictures, 'lax, still in the grass
+You'll learn respect, bust when I ask
+Rhyme-master Busy Wizzy on the subject, love Deck
+Thug battles, drug vets, snub sets
+Iller than most, nighttime totes, gorillas in boats
+Three votes, villas is killer, gangsta feel notes
+Hibernation, yo, switch up, liver nation, fly information
+Vivid vacation, deliberation moments
+Move like 91 Romans, cloning everything
+Gents only, the rent's on the stove, I'm in Rome
+Maxed out, annex style, my team brand bandits
+Make a move and get blown off the planet, baby
+Hold that cannon, just understand
+We got the whole shit padlocked down, my niggas won't have it
+
+[Hook: Method Man & Ghostface Killah]
+Tell a friend, it's that symbol again, that W
+Coming through, bust a shot on your block, give me a "Soo!"
+Get it right—all my chicks, hold your tits, let's get it in
+All my niggas, take a toke off this weed, let it begin
+(Here we go!) Yo, y'all already know what it do (Ha, ha)
+Brand new, nigga, back from the slums, it be the Wu
+Now throw your Ws up!
+Back from the slums, it be the Wu (Yeah, yo)
+
+[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]
+Ayo, jumping out of Benz wagons, my family live in the Hill
+They call us Bin Ladens, laughing, turban'd up
+Faggot niggas get murdered up
+These streets is like radio beef, so watch how the kid turn it up
+Bulletproof tuxes, knuckle games is clobbering busters
+Eighteen niggas is bringing the ruckus
+Flamethrowers on our backs and shoulders
+The rusty joints still work
+The trey-eight'll blow one of your dojos
+When there's mad heat, I'm mad calm
+Walk around, gold collect, 36 O before G bomb
+My inner strength flowing, I mastered Qi-Gong
+Y'all Planet of the Apes, standing next to King Kong
+Forensic file, ultraviolet hype, sky blue Bals
+Laying niggas like ceramic tile
+I'm like Urlacher, beasting at the top of the pile
+Kneeing niggas in the nuts, nigga, damn, I'm foul!
+
+[Hook: Method Man]
+Tell a friend, it's that symbol again, that W
+Coming through, bust a shot on your block, give me a "Soo!"
+Get it right—all my chicks, hold your tits, let's get it in
+All my niggas, take a toke off this weed, let it begin
+(Here we go!) Yo, y'all already know what it do (Ha, ha)
+Brand new, nigga, back from the slums, it be the Wu
+Now throw your Ws up!
+Back from the slums, it be the Wu (Yo, yo, yo)
+
+[Verse 3: Method Man]
+We blow money, got game, hungry, we pop things
+Look for me, grams in my pocket Chef cooked for me
+Blue Magic bundles, I'm dope
+But on the humble, I'm a good dude
+"Don't shortchange me", see, that's a hood rule
+Beer-drinking, Cuban Linking, new way of thinking
+Got me thinking, "Meth, break the handcuffs, run out the precinct"
+This is hardbody, hard knocks, if you pushing that hard rock
+Then, let these niggas go off top
+We rock fitteds, drop kid-id, I lived it, it's not, quit it
+I pinch it, my pops sniffed it, need business, I'm not finished
+I'm *tsss* too hot with it, you bitching, the plot thicken
+I'm shitting the Glock, spitting, if niggas don't stop snitching
+This what the block missing
+The two-seater with the top missing
+And two divas with they tops missing
+Now, that's living to me, I'm what these kids is killing to be
+But I don't want my children to be
+
+[Hook: Method Man]
+Tell a friend, it's that symbol again, that W
+Coming through, bust a shot on your block, give me a "Soo!"
+Get it right—all my chicks, hold your tits, let's get it in
+All my niggas, take a toke off this weed, let it begin
+(Here we go!) Yo, y'all already know what it do (Ha, ha)
+Brand new, nigga, back from the slums, it be the Wu
+Now throw your Ws up!
+Back from the slums, it be the Wu
+**************************************************
+I Got Money[Produced by S1]
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Straight max, burgundy Lex, swing a few bats
+I'm Gretzky, hockey mask on in the 'jects, yo
+I'm eating like Hortons, Gorton's fisherman hat
+A wristband flooded, Jew-jeweler selection
+It's obvious I blow shit up
+Keep gun smoking, yo, jump in a boat doin'  a buck
+Hundred sons bagging XK Jags
+Brawler face, meatloaf your man up in the back of the wagon
+Drugs equal money, money equals sunny days
+Timbs, cut off shorts and gorgeous with a ton of haze
+Bank book crook, yo, I'm looking
+Brooklyn style, go 'head and juggle here, goonie's gon' book you
+It's like a tunnel when it's hard to get in
+You the target, the hardest niggas know when to win
+We in the corners, all eaters, bottles of Seagrams
+OG shit, now my niggas will peace you, what
+
+[Hook]
+I got the money that the banks can't hold
+I got money, na na na na na
+I got money, na na na na na
+I got money, na na na na na
+I got the money that the banks can't hold
+I got money, na na na na na
+I got money, na na na na na
+I got money, na na na na na
+
+[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
+This ain't a bitch ass boom-bap
+It's click-clack, move back
+On 40th and Lennox where them killers and goons at
+The Boogie Down Bronx is where my family moved at
+I made it out the slums and I'll be damned if we move back
+Where killers knew rap, and niggas get jewels snatched
+My niggas on the runway with bandanas and doo-rags
+Jiggy since the perm, Raf Simmons with 2 straps
+I kick it with my niggas in the building and move packs
+The money I be making kinda sacred, don't say it
+Just make sure you save it, thank God that you made it
+Taxes, pay it -  the bullshit, save it
+The blueprint, I laid it - the radio, they play it
+So relay it, replay it then rate it but truth debate it
+Relate it, best way to [?] it, but you too afraid to say it
+They hatin', they claim we affiliate with Satan
+But it's cool like ice, keep it skatin', amen
+
+[Hook]
+I got the money that the banks can't hold
+I got money, na na na na na
+I got money, na na na na na
+I got money, na na na na na
+I got the money that the banks can't hold
+I got money, na na na na na
+I got money, na na na na na
+I got money, na na na na na
+
+[Interlude: Raekwon]
+This how it's going down
+You already know what we do man
+Shit is classy, shit is real reluctant, real fly
+The pursuit of perfection nigga
+Chef, A$AP. Shout out the Mob nigga, ha ha
+Yeah, Ice H20
+The golden city, yeah nigga, ha ha
+Yeah, do that shit, do that shit
+Do that shit, do that shit, do it
+Do that shit, do it
+Do that shit
+
+[Hook]
+I got the money that the banks can't hold
+I got money, na na na na na
+I got money, na na na na na
+I got money, na na na na na
+**************************************************
+Gihad[Intro: Raekwon]
+Yeah
+One-two
+(You got that?)
+Yeah, let's go
+Silent King
+Yeah
+The big park shit
+You know how it go
+In them alleys
+(I'ma holler at you, though)
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Since rap got locked right before we visit the '90s
+Chef in the kitchen, cooking up with the crimeys
+It's late fall, dime season
+We bought the crib next to Bill Clinton mother
+'Cause she fuck with the Chinese
+They hitting niggas with hero'n
+It's fourteen of us with Beemers
+We won't stop pitching the Chevron
+It's packed, kid, Black kids don't know how to act
+They flashing Macs, Gillettes, a couple of stacks, yo
+The systems is -upid
+Yup, shorty with the pumps on
+And dunks get provided and scooped, kid
+And bloodhounds is hating, they knowing how the kid get down
+Silent shottys with grenades, I'm waiting
+And everybody love vintage
+You see like four, five niggas with half-moons and wave intentions
+"What's really good?"
+"The 'dro hit 'em, killed 'em in the hotel
+Heard he had some old chick with him"
+
+[Hook: Raekwon & Ghostface Killah]
+That's how we make it happen, that's how we break it down
+Hood all day, nigga, watch how we take the town
+That's why we do the do, just know who is who
+Acknowledge me all day (Yo!), and understand Wu is Wu
+
+[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]
+But on the other side of town it's Tony, laid up (Ugh)
+This white chick want to gargle my nuts
+I put the Bailey's down, tap the blunt out
+Grabbed her by her hair, watch blondie-love whip my dick out
+Spit dripping down my balls, she slobbing me
+"That's right! Suck that dick! Get it hard for me"
+Pyrex in one hand, large amount of grams in it rocked up
+And she pregnant, my little man got her knocked up
+He popped up ("Oh, shit!") I'm like a crooked cop
+Richard Gere, big smirk on, getting my cock sucked
+He pulled the joint out, a bullet spun out, but it was too late
+Already nutted on the side of her mouth
+Side of her face, and hair like Something About Mary
+I can't front, my son gun look scary ("Whoa...")
+"Chill! She's a whore!
+You knew it from the time we ran trains on her
+And you still went and fucked her raw?
+Come on, son, give me the gun ("Gimme that!")
+You gonna kill me over this bum-ass bitch you can't resist?
+Remember Vel had her in the telly, taking the fist?
+Watch how you aiming that shit, you should be aiming at Trish
+She take a bone like a ribeye steak at Ruth's Chris
+Yo, be easy on the trigger, son, you squeezing the fifth
+I only did it just to show you—She's the easiest bitch"
+He came close, had to duff him—"Nigga, give me that shit"
+
+[Hook: Raekwon]
+That's how we make it happen, that's how we break it down
+Hood all day, nigga, watch how we take the town
+That's why we do the do, just know who is who
+Acknowledge me all day, and understand Wu is Wu
+
+[Outro: Ghostface Killah]
+"Fuck your gun, motherfucker. I di—Pull a fucking gun on me again, I'll blow your little balls off. Go to the store and get me a fucking 40 'fore I smack the shit out you, man. Word up. While you're at it, go to the freezer. Get a steak, man, for your eye, nigga. Word up. Put some bologna on your face or something, nigga Make sure my 40 cold, too, when you bring it back. And when you get back, bag this shit up, nigga. Word up. I don't give a fuck if you 25, nigga. You my son, nigga. Word up. That's why I let you slide, nigga. Word. Get you a 40, too, and a pacifier, nigga. And a bib and a diaper."
+**************************************************
+Fast and Furious[Intro]
+Pass the fuckin' weed, nigga
+Man my fuckin' phone is goin' crazy right now, man
+Once this nigga hit me up and bring me this blunt
+Shit, man
+Ahh this bitch
+Ayo, ayo
+
+[Verse 1: Hue Hef]
+It's like six in the morning
+Me and Miller just finished our pack
+Couple fiends on the avenue, they lookin' for crack
+Grab the Nextel like yo L, police on the jack
+I'm in that wide-body six and I'm sippin' on yak
+Blunt of the apple haze got me chilling on lean, back high
+Mean like, drive by pumpin' that lean back
+Peace out, ridin' the whip
+Look at how I'm ridin' my six
+Four fifth tucked right on his hip
+Some dumb drunk, this nigga has stick
+Was parked right on the block
+Watchin' us but I ain't peep him and shit
+Anyway, back to the story, you steamin' and shit
+Pass the piff, we got fiends waitin', fiendin' and shit
+Connect got me waitin', fuck, so I'm heated and shit
+On the phone cursin' at shorty, "I'm leavin' you, bitch"
+Too much goin' on at one time, I'm dumb high
+Seen a group of [?] tryna run by
+This man in a whip, threw the clip and my gun dry
+Please cock back, but he spin around one time
+[?] his man comin' by
+We're like two more trucks and they creep from behind
+Threw it in drive, now Hue ride sick when he high
+Pull up [?] they want us to die
+Loose cannons do damage, well I'm dumpin' this 9
+Whole clique in the back and we ready to ride
+
+[Chorus: Hue Hef]
+I said I'm fast and I'm furious, headed on the I-95
+Ready to ride when I'm blastin', I'm killin' shit
+Fast and I'm furious, y'all want it with me?
+Take a shot, here's a hundred and three
+Shit I'm fast and I'm furious, headed on the I-95
+Ready to ride when I'm blastin', I'm killin' shit
+Fast and I'm furious, y'all want it with me?
+Take a shot, here's a hundred and three
+
+[Verse 2: Raekwon]
+Hey, yo
+Got the call from the connect from down bottom
+They said they got the squares
+And they all for a good price and they solid
+Reply 10-4, hung up the horn, got dressed
+Waves, rest the best, yes, threw the Franck Muller on
+Sophisticated, nothin' flashy, solid king, move like a boss
+But the calm flowin' into somethin' nasty
+Puffin' on the finest cheeba, green as a rainforest
+Doin' a buck on I-95, screamin', "I live for this,"
+They just seen us comin', blew a flat
+Pulled over to the shoulder
+Pop the trunk to see if it's a spare in the back
+A van pulled up, with Florida tags
+Three men jumped out with guns drawn and they all wore masks
+Snatched me up and handcuffed me
+Hit me with the butt of the gun
+I'm thinkin' to myself, "The war just begun"
+Thirty minutes in the ride, the mask came off
+The chickens dropped, the two in the back had Russian accents
+Askin' who my connect is, where he rest shit
+You better off squeezin' that tool bitch
+He said, "Nah, you're worth more to us alive than dead."
+He's flashed his badge and started laughin'
+"Cocksucker, we the feds"
+
+[Chorus: Hue Hef]
+I said I'm fast and I'm furious, headed on the I-95
+Ready to ride when I'm blastin', I'm killin' shit
+Fast and I'm furious, y'all want it with me?
+Take a shot, here's a hundred and three
+Shit I'm fast and I'm furious, headed on the I-95
+Ready to ride when I'm blastin', I'm killin' shit
+Fast and I'm furious, y'all want it with me?
+Take a shot, here's a hundred and three
+**************************************************
+10 Bricks[Intro: Raekwon]
+Yo, yo, Iron Chef, gracias
+I need some of that, slide through the back
+I need ya'll to come back to the, I heard juice
+Back of the store over here, just be easy and tell ya man to be cool
+We got some culinary cats right here, we need you we'll kill him if he fault
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Aiyo, rappers steppin' to me, they want a brick son
+But I'm the Chef, my price is twenty-six son
+Move up, about thirty-two of those and open locker dough
+Soldier got locked up, blow killed the doctor
+Flamboyant police is X fives, watchin' my lofts
+So many leeches I just left it and walked
+My flow wicked, Miami money, movin' and ridicule
+Geico on the arm froze, rose gold with me
+Take baths with white women, lingerie see-through
+Takin' trips to Iran, my Spanish nigga peoples
+Sellin' drugs to Flatbush, call my nigga Cecil
+Snub with the black gloves, on half-moon Greek do
+Killed him in the Bahamas, his wife ran white van pulled up
+They caught him out in Brooklyn with a white man
+Slutted out, rosed out, sister was gone, she geekin'
+She threw the rifle in her mouth and said good evenin'
+Yup, Paul Wall grill line, be getting money, crime thief
+I know her from Africa, pretty smile, nine teeth
+Gold joints, frames only, Louis Vuitton, pony
+Leather with the matching sweater on, you owe me
+
+[Hook: Raekwon]
+Knock the ash off the blunt, confront niggas who cunt
+Swing an ax, tax niggas rhyme different from cats
+Specialize in mic rippers, splashes
+We the last skippers, big rocks and the block will stick
+
+[Verse 2: Cappadonna]
+Beefsteak Charlie niggas eat and they get fat
+Chase heads up and down the block and kill rats
+Skilled with the gats, even feds don't know where the shells at
+The shell trapped up in nice crib with four packs
+Four macs, caught a nice sale for four stacks
+Yeah, me and my nigga Arafat
+Gotta escape but we'll be right back, real soon
+Chef cook it up, we got a date with real goons
+Telling you Ghost, my connect crazy with the wet
+Might know him used to talk to his sister named Yvette
+I speed it up, me and the Linx, was getting weeded up
+I beat it up, yeah I hit that, but I ain't seed it up
+Meanwhile, back on the block, we seen two trucks
+Then the windows rolled down, we see these two fucks
+Soon as they jumped out, see these tools bust
+
+[Hook: Raekwon]
+Knock the ash off the blunt, confront niggas who cunt
+Swing an ax, tax niggas rhyme different from cats
+Specialize in mic rippers, splashes
+We the last skippers, big rocks and the block will stick
+
+[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]
+Yeah, yo, I lit a boogah up, rocks is gone, so we baggin' up all shape
+Binoculars, scanners, we all listen to jake
+Ran out of baggies, my mouth is dry
+Got them dirty joints that scatter, don't act surprised
+Nah, nigga the currency rushes like popping a wheelie
+Holding a pipe with one hand, the other countin' the billies
+You know how it be with the peppermint Clarks, throwing darts at a hoodrat
+Getting slow neck up in The Bronx
+That's all me, thirty four shines, forty four lines
+I just chill like Aaron Hall, writin' raw rhymes
+Like, threw Kool-Aid rubies in a lemonade bezzle
+When I was twelve in the church, I started packin' that metal
+A deuce-deuce, my supplier was Loose Bruce
+Ever since I had the drop, my instinct was to shoot-shoot
+This ain't For the Love of Ray J, it's for the love of the AK
+Cuz you can get scratched like AJ
+Cuban Link Dynasty has emerged, this rap shit stop
+I have a team of niggas moving my furs
+
+[Hook: Raekwon]
+Knock the ash off the blunt, confront niggas who cunt
+Swing an ax, tax niggas rhyme different from cats
+Specialize in mic rippers, splashes
+We the last skippers, big rocks and the block will stick
+**************************************************
+My Corner[Intro: Raekwon]
+Yeah
+Let's get real vulgar and loud in here, uh huh
+
+[Chorus: Raekwon]
+Come on, peace to my corner
+Where niggas'll leave ya head and switch names on ya
+And we ain't holdin' blame for ya
+Them niggas'll kill, for real
+Come on, peace to my corner
+Where niggas'll leave ya head and switch names on ya
+And we ain't holdin' blame for ya
+Them niggas'll kill, for real
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Picture me stompin' you out, up on a flyin' train
+Ripped Nikes on, hollow through your hollow brain
+I suffocate cats, I rape tracks, all of this is late facts
+I wished from the stove, it came, yes
+Porsche racin' with Scottish pitts
+Best fly rum in the world
+I got your girl eatin' exotic dick
+Anthrax pussy, the minks, whiskey king
+Wrote my name on her face, yeah, yeah, kush me
+Elevation keep the arm clustery, thousands of guns
+We got money too, and we know how to fight someone
+But niggas get burned and sodomized
+Chopped into a capsule, amass cool, I'm that live
+Yeah, shower that nigga down, he pussy
+Tryna hang with wolves, yo, you still plain pussy
+Don't ever move, we'll detonate
+Fuck up your whole plantation in one night to separate
+
+[Chorus: Raekwon]
+Come on, peace to my corner
+Where niggas'll leave ya head and switch names on ya
+And we ain't holdin' blame for ya
+Them niggas'll kill, forreal
+Come on, peace to my corner
+Where niggas'll leave ya head and switch names on ya
+And we ain't holdin' blame for ya
+Them niggas'll kill, forreal
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
+One for the money, nothin' after that shit
+I'm gettin' foreign money, money talks with an accent
+Life is a maze, I done ran out of Pac-Men
+Really need a crown on my head like a catholic
+Never been a bitch and I don't plan on startin'
+Blood gang, beat a beat like Pam on Martin
+And you wonder why my right hand man stand-offish
+'Cause he got that blam blam on point like swordfish
+I'm walkin' 'round the mansion on a cordless
+Arguin' with a bitch 'bout how I cannot be her boyfriend
+And then I told her, "Hold on, let me click over"
+It was my homie T, 'bout to bring them bricks over
+We 'bout to break 'em down like when hammers hit boulders
+If one of us goes down then we keep our lips frozen
+Who that nigga with, Blood? Make that nigga spit blood
+Bullet ain't got no name but the nigga that it hit does
+Come through in my bitch's car, shoot you with my bitch's gun
+She asked where I've been, I just had to make a quick run
+I'm an NWA, nigga with an AK
+That'll put an end to the melee
+Smokin' on pounds 'til them shits just deadweight
+Ben Franklin straitjacket, my money gon' stay straight
+Lil Tunechi
+
+[Chorus: Raekwon]
+Come on, peace to my corner
+Where niggas'll leave ya head and switch names on ya
+And we ain't holdin' blame for ya
+Them niggas'll kill, forreal
+Come on, peace to my corner
+Where niggas'll leave ya head and switch names on ya
+And we ain't holdin' blame for ya
+Them niggas'll kill, forreal
+
+[Verse 3: Raekwon]
+I seen it all, done it all and still doin' it
+Who gave you crime action stories, live from the bricks?
+Now it's more diamonds, more bread, more bitches, more head
+More land to cover and haters get more lead
+Monster rap, decorated, general stripes, I'm top rank
+Raise your arm up, salute the globe's most realest still
+M16 rounds from 16s
+Blood money over here, cash rules daily
+Flip train, lay it down flat, call it a G language
+Keep flamin', sophisticated killers that's rich and famous
+For actin' like your bakery bakes stacks
+Get your cake snatched, and your pride too
+Money can't replace that
+Run but you can't hide
+The games that you play'll get you viewed by a coroner, coward
+This is my corner
+
+[Chorus: Raekwon]
+Come on, peace to my corner
+Where niggas'll leave ya head and switch names on ya
+And we ain't holdin' blame for ya
+Them niggas'll kill, forreal
+Come on, peace to my corner
+Where niggas'll leave ya head and switch names on ya
+And we ain't holdin' blame for ya
+Them niggas'll kill, forreal
+**************************************************
+Ason Jones[Intro: Raekwon]
+Word, I miss you, I miss the God
+Word... a powerful brother, man, he was live
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+He was a powerful general
+The smell from his breath was Ballantine
+I think it was the year '89
+He stayed the freshest, Polo boots
+Wallys with them colorful 'Lo gooses
+Coming from Medina, we boost
+We up in A&S, slipping and dipping to Bedstuy
+Native, he used to beatbox, thousands would listen
+Yo, that's before, the Wu got on
+Him and Allah Just' and RZA came to the Island one morn'
+A nigga could dance to slow music, outdrink any nigga
+On the benches, while we hitting reefer, he sold loosies
+Five-foot-seven, a legend was born, Russell 'Ason" Jones
+I know him for his braids and lessons
+A wise man with knowledge 120
+Kept a flag on his chest
+A right hand, you quick, serving you Remy
+Yo, let's toast to the fallen, lost forgotten
+Aiyo, if niggas could hear me, then roll up some broccoli
+Ason, the heart of a lion, a purified mind
+The way he did it, with a mic and some wine
+I would never forget the days we used to sit back
+Days I be all up in the crib, listening, holding, align him and yo
+I just miss this nigga
+And now, I understand the meaning of love when I kiss the nigga
+
+[Interlude: Ol' Dirty Bastard sample]
+My name is Ol' Dirty Bastard, you know what I'm saying? I don't hide nothing back. I barely—I mean, I come from a family, man, of poor welfare, you know what I'm saying? When I came out my mother's womb, I was on welfare, you know what I'm saying?
+So—So—So, it's like, you got to keep it real, know what I mean?
+
+[Verse 2: Raekwon]
+He had a heart of gold, intelligent soul from Day One
+Loud as the ferry, best friend was Mama Cherry
+Sweet lady, BK baby
+She taught Dirty how to cook, clean, singing the songs
+Say the old school dances and O.E., Ballantine, the wine
+We sip, while we sat with the O.G.'s
+Knowledge of self, good health
+The fortunes that came with the game had my brother insane
+It's like wealth ain't enough to live for
+But if you got love in your heart, just believe in yourself
+That was the Black man rap, baby Jesus in the black land
+Few jewelry pieces with his gold fangs, his fam
+("Brooklyn Zoo!") you know my brother was ill
+The first dude to say, "Yo, keep it real"
+Yeah, the lover, the father, the hustler, the rap professor
+Now, he with Allah, that's a blessing
+
+[Interlude: Ol' Dirty Bastard sample]
+See, it's like, ok, where I come from
+In my neighborhood, my people know me
+You know what I'm saying? See, if I try to come any different
+They ain't gon' respect me no more
+You know what I'm saying? Because they -- you know people
+Got their thing about themselves, you know
+If you come from the neighborhood, you know what I'm saying?
+You couldn't, you couldn't get out the neighborhood
+But you could never take the neighborhood out of the people
+You know what I'm saying, but if you try to like jump and crossover
+To the other side, people won't understand that, and they don't like that
+That's why they don't be buying people music
+See, we keeps it real, and we always gon' keep it real
+You can't knock what's real, You know what I'm saying? We telling the truth, man
+**************************************************
+Chinese Marines[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Chinese marines, Jet black Beamers
+That Aston blue screen, I was part of the Teamsters
+Money hungry, yo meet the blingers
+Avenue gun holders, blow a nigga open, no demons
+All my niggas slinging
+Yeah, perpetual lifestyle, knife style, welcome to the cleaners
+Heavyweights, you gotta come see us
+You right, one knee us
+Welcome to the forest of the leaders
+All I do is take money, come beat us, invisible lead
+Start flying, lick the head, drop the ninas
+Left feeling lucky like a genius
+Play both sides like Serena, found dead in the steamers
+Real niggas won't talk, real as a roach
+Once the lights tone, Killa be Ghost
+In the new shit, light blue Pilwig
+Come through (you know we ain't do it)
+Rocket launcher out the window, you shoot
+
+[Verse 2: Havoc]
+Got killers in the Benzes, canine senses
+Everything covered from the exit to the entrance
+Dedicated goons understand it's high stakes
+Life out a nigga 'til his eyes dilate
+It's a cold world, surely weather with the V bombs and leathers
+With the fur on the collar, we 'bout major dollars
+See the hoes, they holla, when they eat us and swallow
+Cause we them dime dadas, get them top shoppers
+Eyes on us, death to those that lied on us
+And love forever for all my soldiers that cried for us
+I put my mind on it, relax, get high on it
+Y'all niggas ain't built, I was designed for it
+Lame niggas fall back in our presence
+Bow down to the king, when you see me, nah mean
+I ain't playing with you
+Yeah, you gonna take one for the team
+Fucking dog crying, ever seen a grown man scream
+
+[Verse 2: Prodigy]
+You tacky like head rest TVs
+Your value drop, you not worth these
+Bacon strips we gets, you stay broke
+We stay leaning in new red Rolls
+Smoke stack lightening, coming out the crack black window
+That's us getting high, letting things go
+We getting it, the money don't stop
+The beef don't cease, the drama gonna pop
+Soon as we step in the spot, shots on me
+Line 'em up, kill every single bottle they got
+Yeah The drama gonna pop like the pipe bomb
+I'm hyper, the son don't chill, Allah
+You get burned, try and dap me
+These hands are made for clapping
+A round of applause for that dumb ass rap beat
+Now, take a bath, stay your ass down
+You lift your head back up, I'm blowing brains out
+**************************************************
+Black Mozart[Kung Fu sample]
+"Stupid fool, you're forcing me to kill you!"
+
+[Intro: Raekwon]
+Yeah
+You know how it go
+Fresh from the Stationary Hall of Justice
+Real rhyming
+Real movement, real life
+Word up, we just chilling
+Ten bottles of Krug on the wall
+Know what I'm saying?
+Straight up, for real
+Yo, RZA, talk to these niggas, man, let's go, man, for real
+Yo, Rah, what up? Let's go!
+
+[Hook: RZA & Tash Mahogany & Raekwon]
+You better get that money, no matter what you do
+Yeah, gangsta shit, groovy shit
+Raw shit, secret indictment shit
+You gotta get that money and represent your crew
+Yeah, secret indictments
+Be careful, niggas, for real, let's go
+And keep it true
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+As reaper stay sprayed, still niggas is smoked
+Four in his pocket, a diamond'd-up chain and some coke
+Champion hood, the goodies in a brown bag, by the radiator
+Near the cookies and the bundles of dope
+Fishscalers, I live in elevators and gross
+All this paper, profit make her lay there and post
+With them Adidas that Bruce wore, stay in the juice bar
+All I know, if you saw me, you thought I was broke, Black, yo
+I been hustling since niggas was busting guns
+And scuffling, and jumping niggas over some coats
+We play the S&S rooftop, Latin Quarter, Polo popes
+Who hung out with all the Eighthers and GOATs
+
+[Hook: RZA & Tash Mahogany & Inspectah Deck]
+You better get that money, no matter, what you do
+You gotta get that money, and represent your crew
+Yo RZA, you crazy, man! Ouuuu!
+This that "Black Mozart" shit right here (Ouuuu!)
+And keep it true
+
+[Verse 2: Inspectah Deck]
+Yo, I used to scramble hard, radio strapped to the handlebars
+Fifty deep in the lobby, large, rocking camouflage
+Dark Caesar holding my nuts, played the building front
+Fifth of Henny, throw a little snow in the blunt
+Just growing up, schooled by OGs, holding Os and up
+Daily, new drama unfold—"They popped him over what?"
+It's so rough—nobody know him, so what?
+"Ayo, the money's close by, homie, show me the stuff"
+Borough-hopping, copping bricks, bags, burners, and kicks
+City slickers, circling the strip, working them tricks
+Like Friday night, cruise in the coupe, new volure suit
+Fruit-flavored kicks, taking flicks out in 40-Deuce
+Farmer jeans, hammer swing, tucked in the loop
+How they hit Ms. Fisher, they was busting that suit
+Up in 54, underground, parrot and Q
+Made man with the grey shams, wrapping the boo
+Stay flam, every day, fam, stacking my loot
+Eighty grams in the cake, bam, packages flew
+Sipping passionfruit, Alizé, in back of The Ooh
+
+[Bridge: RZA]
+We soldiers, boy, we soldiers
+Bake cakes, hundred dollar bill holders
+We soldiers, boy, we soldiers
+Bighead, I thought I told you
+We soldiers, boy, we soldiers
+Bake cakes, hundred dollar bill holders
+Bighead, I thought I told you
+We soldiers, boy, we soldiers
+
+[Hook: RZA & Tash Mahogany]
+You better get that money, no matter, what you do
+You gotta get that money, and represent your crew
+And keep it true
+**************************************************
+Purple Brick Road[Hook: Stalking Gia]
+Forever may not exist
+But man do we got our moments
+Killing time, making a name
+Wasn’t about money or the fame
+Why hide the scars?
+It’s who we are
+It’s who we are
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Purple cloths is on me, salute my presence
+DNA is worth a fortune but I've still seen a life of peasants
+I gave y'all style, taught you how to be fly, go 'head and grace the sky
+Gave you wings to soar like you ought to
+Forever may not exist in the flesh but my music will
+All praises due to the Most High
+With my toast, shocked the world, wasn't Casper when I said
+I came through when the roaster blow in half a Billy Goat
+Just because I'm living this life I'm accustomed to it
+Floating in them fly cars, damn I'm supposed to do it
+Pretty women fall in love with my expensive taste, luxury, lust
+Physical touch by this ace, handcuff 'em
+That's a no no 'cause I don't trust them far as I can throw those
+Gold diggin' vixens who's in love with the coco
+But fuck it, you know I'm here for this dough though
+Let's pop another bottle of Don and watch our gross grow
+I love it
+
+[Hook: Stalking Gia]
+Forever may not exist
+But man do we got our moments
+Killing time, making a name
+Wasn’t about money or the fame
+Why hide scars?
+It’s who we are
+It’s who we are
+
+[Verse 2: Raekwon]
+Clarity stones in my bracelets, watches and rings
+From a rich nigga's perspective you know what that brings
+Hatred, what do I do when I'm so used to shittin' on 'em
+Do I stop because a jealous ass coward wants me to
+Or do I go harder and buy more diamonds and blind his crew
+Fuck it, I guess I do that 'cause I love to make 'em blue
+Getting 'em bags,  stayin' fly, stayin' high
+Do what I wanna, no more strugglin' just to get by
+Yes, fresher than a new born baby's ass
+New money, got my ex wishin' she was never in my past
+I laugh, enjoy these fruits from my labor
+But still feel the strain and pain that be from my labor
+Spent my time to achieve all of the fortune and fame
+And for myself makin' a name
+But deep inside I try to cover up the scars to be a shinin' star
+I guess that's just who we are
+
+[Hook: Stalking Gia]
+Forever may not exist
+But man do we got our moments
+Killing time, making a name
+Wasn’t about money or the fame
+Why hide scars?
+It’s who we are
+It’s who we are
+
+[Verse 3: G-Eazy]
+Forever may not exist but who else is as hot as this?
+I played the beat then I tried at this
+Cuban links on my neck and I just put a presidential on my wrist
+This year you haters gonna acknowledge this
+It's G-Rapo and Raekwon, told the homies this wouldn't take long
+My verses always just as real as the true story it's based on
+Chopped the blow on the table plenty times
+In the lines that she puts her face on
+And this is not by accident
+Anything can happen if you simply imagine it
+My OG put a torch to the blunt then he's passin' it
+Believe in something, stand for it or take a knee and stand like Kaepernick
+Anything to get the point across makin' a statement
+You'll only go as far as you take it
+20 years later and we're still slappin' that purple tape shit
+Greatness so close I can taste it, face it
+
+[Hook: Stalking Gia]
+Forever may not exist
+But man do we got our moments
+Killing time, making a name
+Wasn’t about money or the fame
+Why hide scars?
+It’s who we are
+It’s who we are
+**************************************************
+Marvin[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+April 2nd 1939, the stars is in line
+Divine intervention at it's own intention
+Birthed a gift, in this DC kid, he sung heavenly
+Good values and all and his father was in the ministry
+God fearing man with a mother that's so beautiful, the angels would serve her
+What's her name? It's Alberta
+This little boy quickly became a man
+From blowing in his father's church, to making his own band
+Called the Moonglows, sensational with his vocals
+That drove the ladies crazy, panties got thrown at his shows
+But he was far from happy, he wore a smile just to hide it
+Behind them doors him and his father constantly colliding
+
+[Hook: Cee Lo Green]
+Marvin, the sound of your voice
+Sets fire to my soul
+What a glory to behold
+Marvin, my heart, my heart still wonders how
+I just hope you're happy now
+
+[Verse 2: Raekwon]
+Destined for greatness, counting his blessings
+Young'uns struggling with pressures
+That the fact that his pops was a cross dresser
+But he still loved him, you know the bond between his son and father
+That only pushed him and forced him to sing harder
+His main man Harvey Fuqua gassed up his car
+Believed his sound
+And took him down to Motown y'all
+That's where it all happened
+Success in the palm of his hand
+But unfortunate the fame wasn't enough
+He wanted more out of life
+Took it further and found himself a wife
+Pretty Anna Gordy, she made his time sit still
+She was the cousin of Barry G, the founder of Hitsville
+Please pay attention because the story it gets ill
+Shit's real, trials and tribulations son's facing
+You gotta play the cards you're dealt
+Ain't no telling what life deals
+Death will cause you to have night chills
+Enough to keep a nigga bothered
+Especially when the negatives start coming from your father
+
+[Hook: CeeLo Green]
+Marvin, the sound of your voice
+Sets fire to my soul
+What a glory to behold
+Marvin, my heart, my heart still wonders how
+I just hope you're happy now
+
+[Verse 3: Raekwon]
+Money, women and drugs came into play
+Now wouldn't you know, there goes another happy home down the drain
+That night life had him speeding through hell
+Scarred by the death of Tammi Terrell
+Couldn't believe it, he spiraled downhill
+Secluding himself, from the music and the press
+He was sick and really getting depressed
+Time passed so he bounced back on track
+New and improved
+Even got himself a new wife too
+Everything is on the up and up, got his act together
+Spiritually he claims, you could see the glow up on this fella
+Tried to make amends with his father
+But the hatred is too strong, revolver in his palm
+The warning that death was close
+His mother screaming out "Honey don't do it!"
+One shot to the chest made Marvin lose fluids
+April 1st he died on the spot the scene was so horrific
+How a father could kill his own son defines wicked
+
+[Hook: CeeLo Green]
+Marvin, the sound of your voice
+Sets fire to my soul
+What a glory to behold
+Marvin, my heart, my heart still wonders how
+I just hope you're happy now
+
+[Outro]
+Marvin
+Marvin
+It's the sound of the music
+Marvin
+Marvin
+Marvin
+**************************************************
+Shaolin vs Wu Tang[Kung-fu sample]
+Master!
+*sounds of fighting*
+Toad style.. hmmph
+The Shaolin deliberately tried to use the Lord
+To learn our Wu-Tang sword fighting!
+The Shaolin would never do that!
+Wouldn't you? The Shaolin have always looked down at us
+Are you afraid the Wu-Tang would become more famous than you?
+You?
+So you used your Shaolin poison to set up my master and deliberately frame me!
+That's nonsense!
+It's not nonsense! I saw it myself!
+Nonsense! The Shaolin have nothing to fear from the Wu-Tang but our swordfight
+
+[Intro: Raekwon]
+Aiyo! Come on! Let go of the ratchet, son, come on, let's go! Come on!
+
+[Raekwon]
+Villagers, gangstas, pillagers, paintbrush
+New whips, blue fifths, Louis Shallah, bitch
+Ostrich turtlenecks, the Chef, already reps
+Lean off the petty jets, we buy the very best
+Outfits, powerful rich, pouncers, camel clips
+One bump, two lumps, the shotgun, the new jumps
+With flying bird, buying herb, new kick, designer birds
+She on, and we up, let's re-up, and free'd up
+Jakes hate it, Rae made it, Clientele, we gon' sell
+You gon' starve, he gon' jail, night boots, swim with whales
+Better snub, surgical leather gloves, never loved
+We gon' kill, take it to the Hill, we forever real
+Old records, old luggage, you ill with no rugged
+You shoot and we spray, kill off them old buzzards
+We love it, can't stand it, you hid, the The Wu Manual
+We found it, stay grounded, we will, we still scrambling
+
+[Kung-fu sample]
+Hold your fire!
+You two traitors!
+You've mixed the Shaolin and Wu-Tang
+No, we have not, it's just that they're the same
+That's right, my Lord
+You misunderstand our kung-fu work
+It doesn't belong to anybody, IT EVOLVES!
+Kill 'em!
+
+[Raekwon]
+The wrist lifter, the grave sitter, babysitter
+The jar twister, open the vault, call your sister
+The Pyrex, the up in the five, live as Twister
+Blunt rolling, only a robe on, some whiskers
+Knee slapper, the gat packer, blackjacker
+Extortionist, friendly as fuck, Bob and Back-lur
+Ones folder over the stove, gold rover
+The gear dresser, the chop bagger, Marvin Haggler
+Rap stabber, eat you alive, gold tarantula
+Sixteen paces and shit, hold the heckler
+Pimp style, Axel Foley, stolen Rolly
+All ya niggas that know me, ya'll owe me
+
+[Kung-fu sample]
+I don't give a damn! Listen
+Hahaha, And I'll kill anyone, who dares to go against...
+**************************************************
+Pit Bull Fights[Raekwon]
+Pit bull fights, niggas is bustin the lights
+Undercovers gettin killed for drugs - yo
+Fiends is basin, runners is licensed to fight
+Young gangstas chase sneakers and snubs - and yo
+Elevator's broken, pissy stairwells and shells
+Old men gossip with tales, you know?
+Police burners with bodies on 'em, bury 'em
+Worry for minutes then we fire them (blaow!)
+I see firemen, ambulances, narcotic mansions
+So melodic, rock chronic, pop tonic scramblin
+See all these niggas into gamblin - yo
+Just give me square feet, uniquely I'm handlin niggas
+Done danced with niggas, plus yo, threw niggas in vans
+Left him on trains, his veins got ham in 'em
+Take a message, he ran, it was a quarter to four plan
+He had me on the floor with my man
+We both drugged out, scholars with grams
+Tri-colored rocks, follow the hands, full sorrow in plans
+Make one false move you blam
+Eh yo take the globe right out of ya land
+We broke out in Iran
+
+[Hook: Polite]
+Eh yo it's eight million stories in the city
+Niggas actin' shifty, Ice Water back on the grizzly
+Brand new handgun that hold about fifty
+It's a new boss in town like Mauseberg Mickey
+Eight million stories and six is from the hood
+A real live hustler up to no good
+They needed more yae-yo to ease they habit
+They said we fell off, the streets don't believe you faggots!
+
+[Raekwon]
+Where all the wolves live, sub-machine guns and big beamers
+Yo circle the crib, you see teamsters that try you again
+Little niggas is blind, the nines fly out and slap a few men
+That's mine, let up off 'em again
+Take seventy more shots, the remedy, Wu through the fence
+This bench God, lays in gents
+Eh yo pop the head off right under the tents
+This is more current events, pay attention
+The legend is here, as long as you know him he coffins ya men
+What? Bulletproof pimps, big hammers, multiple flips
+As long as it's bread, you know you was hit
+Eh yo let that stack get rinsed
+Play the back, sharp as a fuck, ownin' my own shit
+Grown niggas get moments to vent
+Give 'em the real Lex Diamond Story, welcome 'em in
+**************************************************
+Masters of Our Fate[Chorus: Audio Sample]
+Now we are the masters of our fate
+That the task that which has been is, is not above our strength
+That its pangs and toils are not beyond our endurance
+As long as we have faith in our cause
+And unconquerable will power
+Salvation will not be denied us!
+Salvation will not be denied us!
+Salvation will not be denied us!
+We are the masters of our fate!
+As long as we have faith
+And unconquerable will power
+Salvation will not be denied us!
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+The time has come, I just begun, this is designer rum
+My wallet got flowers on it, killer cowards from milan
+The stolen land where gold chains control a man
+300 holdin hands, stolen grams
+I play the fan, and wave and leave that nigga for dead, or should I save him?
+Spittin out phlegm, no, just grave him
+I remember days I used to work for niggas, eat jerk with niggas
+Buyin whippids, laughing at jokes and try to flip
+Clip is loyal, fly spoil on the block, display royal
+Even though we go back to royals, black oils
+Live as ever, can’t tell me nothing
+Whatever this thing of ours is empowered by my niggas who pumping
+24 hours of sling motion, wave brush
+Ya'll knew my hair was the ocean
+Running through the building just nego-tion
+Some of the creeps knew me very well
+Knew he would sell, knew he was potent
+
+[Chorus: Audio Sample]
+Now we are the masters of our fate
+That the task that which has been is, is not above our strength
+That its pangs and toils are not beyond our endurance
+As long as we have faith in our cause
+And unconquerable will power
+Salvation will not be denied us!
+
+[Verse 2: Black Thought]
+Ok, bridges I burned some, lessons I learned some
+Money I spend some, lent some, earned some
+My eyes tell a tale of the hell I returned from
+Spark up a L for the homies I haven't heard from
+Burn when the urge come
+I’m living lurge(large)
+Never chilling on the curb, just a villian on the verge, son
+My tenth shot is as official as the third one
+Second one, first one
+Worse come, the worst run
+When I was pushed out of the womb the earth spun
+The only way to describe this is inertia
+Some rappers think they could try me, Who the first up?
+I don’t guarantee no survivers, nigga surfs up
+Yeah, soul on ice, courage and sacrifice, hold on tight
+And save your laughter for the afterlife
+These chumps thinkin they good, ain't even half as nice
+Your fate will be a one-way ticket to paradise
+
+[Chorus: Audio Sample]
+Now we are the masters of our fate
+That the task that which has been is, is not above our strength
+That its pangs and toils are not beyond our endurance
+As long as we have faith in our cause
+And unconquerable will power
+Salvation will not be denied us!
+Salvation will not be denied us!
+In the words of the [?]
+He shall not be afraid of evil tidings
+His heart is fixed, rafting in the Lord
+**************************************************
+Marble Cake (Freestyle)[Hook]
+Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M
+Get the money, dollar dollar bill y'all
+
+[Verse]
+Check the jewelry set
+Mixed with Perignon and champagne collection
+Wine rack, 18 karat, check the desk
+Press that button right there, grab a Beck's
+Legendary alive
+Silks on frontin' at LIV, still the flyest
+Black Gatti seats violent
+Wu pirate, boo pilot, check the nigga drive out
+Realer shits, they whip me
+Keep it real, dealerships, they dig me
+Dungaree bling, monster king
+Walk through the joint, get praised like Jah rollin' weed
+Leathers in all flavors
+Taught niggas how to get fly and flip spaceships
+Rock mad diamonds and strive, see the bracelet
+Ask Ghost where the evil come from, don't say shit
+Caesar's, no skeezers
+I could get you barred from Europe, no visas
+Take a little piece of your world, change your season
+Put a fresh tech to your face, now squeeze this
+Peace to my nigga 40
+Sixty others keep it a buck, what's real? Call me
+Fila suits, day one, just a shorty
+Eat skirt stakes with snakes, Gore-teezys
+Yes, Gore-tex, techs techs
+My niggas shoot up the complex
+Rae's so complex
+That's right, it's so gracious when a don flex
+He 'bout checks, feedin' his seeds and family
+Swiss accounts, livin' in Whistler with the good stuff
+Sit back and wrote, 20 years later
+A GOAT now, Capricorn killer on the float
+Night trips while niggas is sleep
+I live in a pillage, where niggas cook coke up all week
+But that's not my lingo, ain't bumpin' no heads like Ochocinco
+Rather be in Santa Domingo
+On a beach, newspaper callin' with a few shakers
+Barbecue wings with a few neighbors
+Huntin' gear, tryin' to shoot gators
+Yeah, put 'em on and chop up a few blazers
+Back to the culture, luxury things that's leanin'
+Me and my team gon' stay feinin'
+FILA comin', y'all, we cleanin'
+Now what's the meanin'? Remember this
+
+[Hook]
+**************************************************
+Molasses[Intro: Raekwon]
+Yo, legend man, what’s the prognosis, great minded?
+Ain’t nothin', just swimmin' in life you know
+It’s all good and shit man, word up man
+So yo, you go around the corner
+You got nourishment over there, waiting for you, man
+The other dude, youknowhatimsayin’
+Tell U Bar Allah, I said, what’s good
+Who was up in the spot last night
+
+[Raekwon]
+Word to the gold Panameras and to the wood grain in my Lambo
+I go the extra mile, my flow scaffolds
+Crew cuts, the older niggas, the game rumors, just the same goons
+When niggas catch visions for killing capos
+Palestinian armor, golden rocket launcher, my aunt
+She copped it for me, bought it in Rwanda
+See demon schemin', niggas get live in the Beacon
+I’m shaw to shank shit up like Morgan Freeman
+Pussy getting rapper, rich nigga, one-on-one rents niggas
+And incidents, my fingerprints been tore up
+We sell love slingin' like Siemens, the snort-able Beemers
+They love callin' niggas names out, you screamin'
+Feds try to trap us and plus tap us, niggas’ll grab us
+Throw you in the rassle, yo, clap ups
+Catch me at the Stephen King mansion
+With four of my Branson niggas
+With me, me and Britney, a dancer
+Know your shit authentic by the way your hat fit on you, with it
+I’m like the Blair Witch nigga in the rented
+Curtains in the five-seven, chunky and short
+Baggin' dope up in the backseat, your package's walk
+Holdin' my girl wedding ring, she Medellin
+Name is Beretta King, live in Alpharetta and she never leave me
+Flow freely this is all graffiti, the cloth we cut from
+Is straight from a rich nigga, greedy
+
+[Hook: Raekwon]
+Yo, Scarface gangstas, criminal niggas up in the trenches
+Army coats on, playing the benches
+Getting paper, sly, that’s the motto, intelligent goons
+Inside a hundred thousand dollar whip, follow
+
+[Rick Ross]
+It's the Vacheron Don! Su Wu-Tang!
+Still gritty, leave the pretty to the females
+The watch mother pearl with the seashells
+Pick of the litter, have this nigga picking paper up
+Twitter thug, I’m the timeline strangler
+Get ‘em up, banging dangerous as angel dust
+Cuban Linx smokin' stink in the Brink’s trunk
+I run with killas who snort powder, extort cowards
+Ankle monitors under garments, so fuck showers
+I give a fuck what you talking ’bout
+Mob meetings, we them only niggas walking out
+Sparkin' purple once a nigga done spaghetti slurpin'
+Fly away in my new, Scaglietti surfin'
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Ghostface Killah]
+Yo, we in the back roasting marshmallows
+Bottles of Krug
+The dialogue is the big chain niggas is rude
+Law library scholars, potatoes over the thirty-eights
+With bald-heads, all live wires
+Eleven homes, six trust funds, came home from doing a dime
+We just left Un’s, straight up
+And we standing over the stoves, in denim Gibaurds
+Brought a Dairy Queen to Queens right next to Lowes
+IMAX Theatres
+Astoria Waldorf
+Philip Drummond suite, pretty young thing suckin' my balls off
+Bubble baths, hash, zooted up, eyes closed
+Silk drawers, fronting in my key-lime pie Wallo's
+And I still got a half a ki indeed, Frank Lucas shit
+Hid it in coffins, flying over seas
+And if you ever try to ruin my knight
+I’ma make sure my best pawn put like three in your kite
+Shot caller, laying in big lofts
+Rock of Gibraltar, my pinky joint, killing like Orca
+Daytime hawker, a nasty street author
+Me, Rae and Rick, uzi’d out in the porches
+Case we gotta Warner bro, like Malcolm-Jamal
+I’ma Falcon, Seven Mike Vick with the ball
+Cause I can hut-one, hut-two, disrespect
+I hunt you down
+Ain’t a muthafuckin' crew we can’t run through
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Outro: Raekwon]
+Army shit, nigga
+Camouflage, gorilla shit, nigga
+You know what it is, man
+Yo, Lex, talk, yeah
+Where ya man at
+Let’s go
+Stay together, my nigga
+**************************************************
+This Is What It Comes Too[Intro]
+Get the fuck up out the spot nigga
+Burn that nigga feet up man
+This nigga in here man
+Fuck this nigga doin' b
+Fat kid get washed off by fiends you wild ass
+Get this motherfuckin' giraffe ass nigga outta here man
+Sheep skin socks ass nigga right here b
+What the hell is goin' on man?
+Light that nigga feet up son, c'mon man
+
+[Verse 1]
+I done blacked out, no man is safe, ya' crew is cornered
+Why did you think you could step over me? I'm too enormous
+Plus I heard you an informant, call Bruce, tell em' roll out the plastic
+I'm about to catch a body on this
+No threat, khazer, I don't make those
+Soak my bullets in cyanide, so when they touch ya' that's a case closed
+Dime pieces I bag 'em, follow this pen scroll
+Hoes, I don't chase those, too much drama wit' em'
+That alone I don't have time for, I'm raw, fuck a bitch feelings
+I'm on some old goldie shit chillin'
+Business man baby, stay producin' them dollar signs
+Line for line I'm dope, don't mix me with Quinine
+When the spike hit em' they flat line, period
+One word to describe my grind, son, I'm serious
+Shank doctor with choppers, rainin' on ya militants
+Guns drawn, blowing out ya back ain't concealin' shit
+
+[Hook]
+This what it comes to, wild'n like a western
+Down in this concrete jungle, homie, hope you got ya vest on
+And ya weapon is oiled and don't jam, but if it do
+Leave ya through when it's time for that warfare
+This what it comes to, wild'n like a western
+Down in this concrete jungle, homie, hope you got ya vest on
+And ya weapon is oiled and don't jam, but if it do
+Leave ya through when it's time for that warfare
+
+[Verse 2]
+I'm nice, targets get hit whenever I squeeze
+Don status, get my dick sucked whenever I please
+Above the law break, beat cases, don't cop pleas
+I buy my cars, bet y'all niggas whips be leased
+I'm a wolf off the loose, somebody find his leash
+I'm a star, you a Starburst sweeter than fruit
+No kinda background, claimed killer, then who did you shoot?
+Must've imagined that, with your far-fetched raps
+Shit is real over here, til' we blast on Satan
+Take trips in and outta the country, turn dark clouds to sunny
+I'm livin' good, my paper got me comfy
+You in the hood talkin' bout you wanna war with me
+I get your projects shot down while your land lord sleep
+Now you in too deep, no turning back from your actions
+You a killer then show me, if not, then meet my savages
+The general, I'll have my goons tear up your establishment
+
+[Hook]
+This what it comes to, wild'n like a western
+Down in this concrete jungle, homie, hope you got ya vest on
+And ya weapon is oiled and don't jam, but if it do
+Leave ya through when it's time for that warfare
+This what it comes to, wild'n like a western
+Down in this concrete jungle, homie, hope you got ya vest on
+And ya weapon is oiled and don't jam, but if it do
+Leave ya through when it's time for that warfare
+**************************************************
+About Me[Intro: Busta Rhymes & Raekwon]
+Aiyo, Shallah, what up?
+Yeah, you know how we do it
+Turn me up, kid, let's get it popping
+Crazy, let's go get 'em killa
+Yo Dre, good looking on this coke, man
+This shit is official
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Ayo, it's back to business, making them diskettes, pushing sixes
+Rocking wild animals on jackets are sickening
+Hear me? From here to Rockaway to Cali, we flipped this
+Broad day, Chef'll saute, his lyrics is crispy
+Now I got Dre up in the kitchen, Rae stuck in position
+Bout to flame broil his coke and get busy
+What? Politics, pop collars and drive violent whips
+Stay fly, hungry and wise, you know the code, honor it
+Sit back, yelling it's nothing, unless his buttons get pressed
+We don't stress nothing, we only get dressed
+Stretched out, moving professional, frying more fish
+I heard it in slurs, them niggas is blessed
+While we ball to the maximum, give me the floor, for real
+I show off and let my money get stretched
+Take it to a new level, new bezzle, few rebels
+Few wolves with medals on, you know we get test
+
+[Hook: Raekwon & Busta Rhymes]
+Me, nigga, me, that's who, Cash Rule
+Hah, better slow it down, niggas'll smash you, homie, uh
+Me, nigga, me, pass through, rascals
+Hah, half gorilla, half ape in them track suits, black, come on
+Me, nigga, me, capsules, birds, whips
+Ounces and fifths, no licking the glass, duke, yeah
+Yeah, yea-yea-yeah, yea-yea-yeah, yeah, yeah
+I'm here, so it's there, yea-yea-yea-yeah, yeah
+
+[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
+Here comes the, a lethal presentation taking you places you never been
+Deadlier than the combination of coke and heroin
+I see the weakness in most of you niggas that be hollering
+So I toned it down, so these words be piercing your lower obdomen
+What I meant to say abdomen, keep on listening and following
+While I'm ditecting a German, hateful niggas, chicks be swallowing
+And if you look funny to me, and there's a problem then
+I put you under an ultraviolet light or a halogen
+As if I was busy deciphering counterfeit dollars and
+Hoes in like some kind of Biblical figure, King Solomon
+Hah, just for the record, what we do is essential
+While I captivate the masses and keep the moments eventful
+Doc Dre, Bust, Shallah Rae, see the vision?
+Most you niggas still in disbelief, just came into fruition now
+Pop the cork up off this bottle and you pour it
+So euphoric, document this moment, shit is so historic
+
+[Hook: Raekwon & Busta Rhymes]
+Me, nigga, me, that's who, Cash Rule
+Hah, better slow it down, niggas'll smash you, homie, uh
+Me, nigga, me, pass through, rascals
+Hah, half gorilla, half ape in them track suits, black, come on
+Me, nigga, me, capsules, birds, whips
+Ounces and fifths, no licking the glass, duke, yeah
+Yeah, yea-yea-yeah, yea-yea-yeah, yeah, yeah
+I'm here, so it's there, yea-yea-yea-yeah, yeah
+
+[Verse 3: Raekwon]
+King of kings spit blood, all on my apron
+Wash a nigga's face with the MAC, smoke them like Steak Umm's
+Yeah my dynasty's brolic for real, we hunt, eat, catch the rat
+Blow his waist, float in the stream
+You know we all-pro with it, anti auto-tune
+Boom, my flow fire, sit by the stove, hit it
+Real niggas, official as listeners, gangstas and visitors
+Step in the shit, we all prisoners
+Might take the hammer from you, know I'm the animal
+Rock a spur fur hat, no niggas in sandals, boo
+Everyday get money and dress rugged, these are the times
+Keep a nine on you, blow off in public
+And I will surely feed my niggas the streets
+Cop the hottest things to get, and haters they can eat and then preach
+And while it go down, worldwide, this the team, this the theme
+Me, Dre, Rhymes, my money makers is mean, what?
+
+[Hook: Raekwon & Busta Rhymes]
+Me, nigga, me, that's who, Cash Rule
+Hah, better slow it down, niggas'll smash you, homie, uh
+Me, nigga, me, pass through, rascals
+Hah, half gorilla, half ape in them track suits, black, come on
+Me, nigga, me, capsules, birds, whips
+Ounces and fifths, no licking the glass, duke, yeah
+Yeah, yea-yea-yeah, yea-yea-yeah, yeah, yeah
+I'm here, so it's there, yea-yea-yea-yeah, yeah
+**************************************************
+Pyrex Vision[Intro: Raekwon]
+Niggas got me the behind the pot again, but yo
+"Fuck, with your pot again?"
+
+[Verse: Raekwon]
+The Pyrex is bubbling, the stove is broke
+Fuck it, use the flame from the oven, the famous dozen
+Bout to hit the streets, they buzzing
+Break it down, yo, chop it like he raided your luggage
+Major yellow shit in the pot, struggling
+Tryna form a rock up, and double it, and call up my cousin
+"What up beloved?" Stab it, tilt and twirl, spit in it
+Plus, put a little bit of milk in—the fiends love it
+Sat back, confident in comfort, the light blew out
+All I see is all white stuff, suds in it
+Four hundred razors in a bucket, seventy plates
+We thinking ten mil a man—nigga, fuck it
+It's on, get the baking soda, dump it
+How many niggas'll pump to get eighty more? Get it jumping
+Live by the code, and we thumping
+Nigga, take this
+Fuck around and taste a flake: "Bitch, you drunk it"
+It's all in the eyes of the hungry
+It's all for the wise and the humbly, their eyes came upon me
+**************************************************
+Cold Outside[Kung Fu sample]
+"We do have to fear him
+The Shaolin faces a crisis
+And one of the factors will be the Wu-Tang Clan"
+"I just wish he was here now..."
+"So we must all be prepared"
+
+[Intro: Raekwon & Suga Bang Bang]
+Damn
+Them niggas over there, man
+Whoa, ho
+Feds been on them niggas all fucking year, son
+What I'm gonna deal when it's cold outside?
+Look: the nigga's in a bag right now
+High, high
+They zipping a nigga off, son
+Right
+Ah, ah, oh, whoa, oh
+It's co-oh-oh-oh-oh-old
+Oh, oh, oh, oh
+Oh, oh, oh, oh
+
+[Hook: Suga Bang Bang]
+When it's cold outside, and the rain turn to ice
+When it's cold outside, and the rain turn to ice
+When it's cold outside, and the rain turn to ice (Yeah)
+When it's cold outside (Yeah), and the rain turn to ice (Yeah)
+
+[Post-Hook: Suga Bang Bang]
+Said mama's out here flipping out, shots just going off
+Somebody laid out, little kids smoking weed
+Drive-bys every day, wonder what's going on
+Here outside with my motherfucking AK
+
+[Break: Suga Bang Bang]
+Oh, ho
+What I'm gonna deal when it's cold outside?
+High, high
+Ah, ah, oh, oh
+Whoa, whoa
+It's co-oh-oh-oh-oh-old, hey
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Religious with hammers, fakes get jammed up
+Cakes get battered, coming through to get it, them transactions
+Blood-stinking fiends, machine guns, cannons and teams
+Baking sodas, gold Rovers and gophers
+Land in every project, sex, lies, murderous reps
+Back to cassettes, vets dying on steps
+What's really taking place in them hoods?
+Heads get clapped for trap
+Don't fuck with my mind, I'm strapped
+Off with your dome for fronting on me
+Last two Ls, I seen visions of dead males and more sales
+Real-life stories is made, and candles got blazed
+For little young soldiers shot by them strays
+Pigeons and goons surviving in prisons
+'Cause divisions, they separating, laying cocoons
+And they can't wait to come home soon
+While bodies get found in lobbies
+Chopped up, decaying in rooms
+
+[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]
+They found a two year old, strangled to death
+With a "Love Daddy" shirt on in a bag on the top of the steps
+Police blowing niggas, NARCs and judges
+Me and son had beef, I had to murk him, we supposed to be brothers
+'Cause he came home fronting, feeling like that I owe him something
+Cause I'm getting money, drive a little something-something
+Lanae got AIDS, with five kids smoked out
+House is brick, bills haven't been paid in days
+Her Brooklyn man's a molestor, court case, and the crime's raising
+Swastikas on the church, they Satan
+Holiday season is here, and I'm vexed
+Who the fuck made Christmas up?
+I'm fucking broke, it ain't making no sense
+Newports are $7.50, a box of Huggies is off the meat rack
+She's back, thirty days, she relapsed
+Our troops need to leave Iraq
+And rap niggas need to go on strike so we can get more cash
+'Cause...
+
+[Hook: Suga Bang Bang]
+When it's cold outside, and the rain turn to ice
+When it's cold outside, and the rain turn to ice
+When it's cold outside, and the rain turn to ice
+When it's cold outside, and the rain turn to ice
+
+[Post-Hook: Suga Bang Bang]
+Said mama's out here flipping out, shots just going off
+Somebody laid out, little kids smoking weed
+Drive-bys every day, wonder what's going on
+Here outside with my motherfucking AK
+
+[Break: Suga Bang Bang]
+Oh, ho
+What I'm gonna deal when it's cold outside?
+High, high
+Ah, ah, oh, oh
+Whoa, whoa
+It's co-oh-oh-oh-oh-old, hey
+**************************************************
+Sneakers[Produced by Pete Rock]
+
+[Intro]
+I'm not payin' 140 for them (Size 8-and-a-half)
+I'm tellin' you—I'm only payin' 90
+(That's what you keep spendin' your money on)
+Yeah
+That's for real
+
+[Verse 1]
+Ayo, ayo, who wear it all, I'm an Adidas freak
+Multi-thousand pair of sneak freak
+Real fly physique that'll look yea , fat watch , live footwear
+Have the white folks displaying my gear
+C'mon son let's keep it movin right footwear , check out my book yea
+Stop, look, stand and you stuck but don't stare
+Come aboard now, we got the Georgetowns, it's on now
+So many phat styles, make a kid's head fall out
+Yo Filas, those too, paw, I'm supposed to
+Always keep it real with the selection , holdin you
+Prince black Jordans, K-Swiss gear, remember Lottos?
+Stash mad bottles, in the fence ooh Diadora
+I need to place me an order , slow your speed down
+Buyin food for your daughter
+Stan Smiths, handlin whips, gravel pits, travel fox yo
+Ready to cop more shit
+
+CHORUS 2X:
+[Various scratches that refer to sneakers]
+
+[Verse 2]
+Fly royals , got love for, 'member Asics? We do the basics
+Stood out , slide em on , taste it wild lace in these
+Sauconys and Ponys
+Keep it real , heav set , head set , Spa built mix
+With Le Coq velour shit
+Black Mutombos , Columbo on the set , internet
+Plus Pumas and Patricks, Air Firenza, switch up the black shit
+Green Huaraches, unattached shit, 575 blue bals , New Bals
+Bo Jacksons, gray and black, ready to throw my hands flashin
+Ewings, Barkleys, Lex you's an entertainer, forget Air Cross Trainer
+Free container, Polos, Mark 5s and Ellesses, the fly pieces
+Shit be on the back mad features
+Hoyas, Cortez in the tonic, feeling bionic
+Design it with my fly garments, what up
+
+CHORUS 2X
+**************************************************
+Never Can Say Goodbye[Intro]
+Light up, light up, light up
+I got this, chill
+
+[Verse 1]
+Ay yo, cooling
+Ankle bracelets on in the matrix
+High-powered rifle on the block in them spaceships
+Meet my girl Pearl, a fiend with a face-lift
+Throw me 76 dime, Chef you stay crisp
+Ordering steaks at Tads, a young bucket, it's plaid
+Got me rimming while I'm bagging up halves
+And my Mother was in gangs back then, kinda strange back then
+Strictly fair ones, the game got grim
+Cousins slanging chiba, uncles is drunk, aunts is wild
+Old folks crowd around, sniffing blow in the clouds
+I'm going off now, tell me why
+I'm selling work in the town now, is it so
+I wanna let you know
+Cause if it was real you would've been right there
+To see the whole team rallied up and going to wear
+Just a fly 'partment near Canal, just like Mr. Chow
+Chinese gangsters there; they don't give a fuck
+Eating duck staring at us, nigga's pulling pistols out
+Let em know yo, we know what we wearing wild
+Now we friends wow, checking the Benz out
+Take the back room in style, you could fuck in there
+Yeah sixteen, smelling my piss
+More money, yo we warriors so don't get it twisted
+This the real yo, tell me why
+It started out in the field yo, is it so
+I wanna let you know
+
+[Hook x2]
+My testimony is real, a day like that
+Never can say goodbye girl
+Never can say goodbye yo
+Never let you go girl
+No no no, no no no, no no no, no no
+
+[Verse 2]
+Ay yo classy, big chains the jewelry was nasty
+Real fly, official, no fugazi, fly tissue
+Dressed to kill, we Hill, now walk through the mill
+Better rock cluttered pockets, can you jump in the wells
+Crack business, plus stack business, equals gat business
+Cause everybody smell when your mack whistles
+Big bear minks and long-johns, links and long bombers
+Half-moon Caesars and more ganja
+The bars from yesterday
+Got me thinking excel through life
+Get glow through the bester-years
+Tell me why
+I'm gonna let you know, is it so
+
+[Hook x2]
+**************************************************
+Catalina[Sample from 'The Killer']
+Where is he?
+Concentrate on the job, don't disturb the doctor
+
+[Intro: Raekwon]
+Yeah, word up
+Who said we ain't the definition of exclusive shit?
+Real rap, you know
+Yeah, this is multi expensive rap here, brother
+Word up, time to recreate the power
+You know what it is, man, nothing but gangsta shit, baby
+Let's go Doc, I need that prescription
+Aiyo, aiyo
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+I grew up on the foul side, nickel bag vial side
+Purple tops, two for fives
+I had seven grams, outside with my eleven mans
+On the corners with a pocket full of contrabands
+Running up and down fire escapes, NARCs coming
+Jump in the window, let your Nikes fly, hide the flakes
+Guess up in the Hill it was real to me
+What a nigga would of did if you steal from me
+All my life around drug niggas, villains who want millions
+Niggas with them hoodies on, with techs in the building
+Mad fiends, bags of green, Gillette razors
+Fly neighbors, all live blazers, designer jeans
+That's why we live, niggas need shit in they crib
+Go broke, you gonna rope you a vic'
+It's just full-time stragglers, niggas try to take your place
+And smile in your face, but still and all backstabbers
+
+[Hook: Lyfe Jennings w/ ad-libs]
+I was trying to get home
+Leave a couple mil' to my kids when I'm gone
+Nigga, that ain't cologne, it's the smell of this money
+I was trying to get home
+Cuz I don't know when my karma gon' catch up
+I don't know when the toilet gon' back up
+And put me in some shit, that I can't get out of
+
+[Verse 2: Raekwon]
+Come on, bags of money, trying to stay rich and fly
+Keep it cool, silks and dungarees
+Crew glasses and food, grilled salmon trying to make a move
+Those who knowing they be dapping they dudes
+How it do, blow a lot of cruise, stay in the cut
+Pacing, from here to L.A., and Hawaii and Cuba
+Blew new uzi too, serial numbers is brail
+So when you rub against it feel all twos
+Now I'm with some special niggas
+Next level niggas with rubble bezzles
+Who drive Exeleros with jewels
+Brolic boots on, olive Goose, calamari soups and noodles
+That spell out, ya'll niggas the truth
+What it is baby boy, reclining in the big Benz
+La-Z-Boy, ends uped, lenses on, chips a'hoy
+Shipping triple, niggas try to stop the issue
+And cock blocked but can't stop the official, what
+
+[Hook x2: Lyfe Jennings w/ ad-libs]
+I was trying to get home
+Leave a couple mil' to my kids when I'm gone
+Nigga, that ain't cologne, it's the smell of this money
+I was trying to get home
+Cuz I don't know when my karma gon' catch up
+I don't know when the toilet gon' back up
+And put me in some shit, that I can't get out of
+
+[Outro: Raekwon]
+Yeah, for real, man
+Word up, we gon' keep it official
+We gon' make sure ya'll get that raw shit man, yeah
+Compliments of my niggas, yeah, yeah, Dre
+This is powerful, baby, we gon' take 'em there, man
+Locomotive, bulletproof fly shit, let's go
+**************************************************
+The Table[Intro: Raekwon (Masta Killa)]
+Moët got me acting like a fucking goat in here
+Yo god, remember back in the days god?
+When we came a long way and shit, man (no question)
+We supposed to be blessing each other
+On our physical days and shit, you know what I'm saying?
+It's like basically, I wanna hit my family with like land and all that
+Diamonds and all that, we ran through that chamber dun
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Mainly stack mine, indeed it's been a long time
+Let me feed y'all, fruits of life, shut up and eat y'all
+Flavors for neighbors, Wallee's down to gators
+The whole configuration stacking paper
+Yo we do this, on the low though
+If so, we running John Dolo
+First thing, you need if you don't know
+We carry cause it's a real world, show and prove
+In ill words, all my herbs know the slurge
+Dress nasty like fuck, keep my bird on the job yo
+You got to straighten up
+Do the worst thing to hurt her heart, damn
+Took care of that, shared, even shed a tear for that
+Bust my gat to throw gear on her back
+Damn son, why she taking you through that?
+She's a part of me, pardon me flow Allah, we sworn we
+Wising up, take care of home bases
+Then we slide to another part and start more hatred
+Life is sacred - the other side of that paw, you lie naked
+Clothes in the box, go 'head take it
+Flash back Jew status
+Salute moms and get ya boots splattered
+Batting average, your moms had it
+Just a broke young dumb, full of cum ready to haunt something
+Takes something of yours, here you want something
+Growing up around fifteen
+Watching how the big niggas rolling wit big cream
+Big schemes
+Quick to flash your gat, laser beam
+Pool table action black, hundred stacks made my niggas leave
+Some be saying "Let em breathe"
+The others wanna deceive
+How we gonna make it if we don't achieve?
+Right now, catch it from a vertical degree yo
+We starting showing our asses, committing burglaries
+One got caught, threw us all off
+Threw us in the hell section near the boardwalk
+Wondering how the sword talk, did he fall off?
+Did he stand like the hawk that he was in New York?
+Kept the waves spinning on the cross, of course
+Come back a little cutty endorse
+Risked it for his kids the pain is lost
+We sitting back on a better note, yelling "Peace god
+I love you love you to death, you thoroughbredable"
+The Robbin Hood of the hood
+Sit back, it's all good
+Won't spoil it if we call it, we all hood, ha ha
+
+[Interlude: Masta Killa]
+I make knowledge born to save self, you know?
+Who gon' live it, gon' live it
+Be is to be a born, know what I mean?
+
+[Verse 2: Masta Killa]
+Soaked in degrees of knowledge, polished by sun rays
+Carving by nine swordsmen
+To a needle point of perfection
+It's a blessing to deliver this lesson
+While traveling the planet, extending development
+And vote for the mind
+Never ended we now send it long-winded
+Descended infital, Bobby Digital
+Abbot of the Shaolin 'Isle
+Where knowledge and wisdom
+Of the original sword style begin
+Birth of the Wu-Tang Clan
+**************************************************
+Sonny’s Missing[The Killer sample]
+"Then who will beat him?"
+"I don't know. You know I can't reveal that sort of thing to you"
+"Well, I haven't got my money yet"
+
+[Intro: Raekwon]
+Head splash, caught him...
+(Eight million stories or something)
+Yeah, eight million stories, nigga
+(Yo yo yo, yo)
+Word up
+From them hard streets of Norfolk (Stop fucking around, man)
+Motherfucker, to New York
+All over the world, nigga
+We win
+All day, every day, nigga (Put that shit away, nigga)
+You bitch-ass nigga, watch what happens
+Check the shit, yo, ayo, ayo (Get on it man, for real)
+
+[Verse: Raekwon]
+They found his head splashed, caught him by the side of the building
+He had a mask on, four-five, "Why did you kill him?"
+It was supposed to happen, clicked the shit back
+"Yo, this is the deal, you get on the floor and lay in the grass"
+Had me handcuffed, take two puffs of the kush
+"I see you out here, your name's real, can't let you get touched"
+He had a team, Japanese fiend, all of them greened down
+Cheeba lit, blood on his Adidas was thick
+One second homie, walked over, weapon was boney
+Long-nose joint, "Hold him", grabbed the nigga head, broke his Roley (Damn, nigga)
+"Where the blow shorty?"
+Shorty start smiling, "Y'all niggas is puss"
+"Yo, Lex, these niggas, ain't vets, they gush" ("Fuck that!")
+Chunk of meat flew off his cheek bone, broken teeth
+Had a hole in his 'Lo shirt and took all his weed ("Gimme that!")
+Untied him, he fell, legs weak, and son wouldn't tell
+Now it gets deep, son start falling asleep
+They woke him back up, smacked him with the Mac, "Where ya slut?"
+"I heard you copped a new Beamer and them glasses is rough"
+They was the Furla joints, eighteen karats, bought 'em right in Brazil
+He had the steel on him, niggas went savage
+They had him spread out, T position, opened his jeans up
+("Oh shit, this nigga had a gun on him!")
+Shot him in the leg-bone, he rose up like Kung Tut ("Ahh!")
+Still riffing, this why for real my niggas'll still get it
+All of us yelling, "He ill wit it"
+Mouth bloody, muddy Gucci joints on
+Them shits was nine hundred
+Couldn't wait to kill him, his sons wanted it
+Champion hoodie was gone
+They broke his neck in like five places
+Pushed him down the rail and then skinned his face
+
+[Outro: Raekwon]
+Yo, chill, nigga, chill
+Police, police
+The bullhorn...
+*sirens wailing*
+
+[Skit: Raekwon (all voices)]
+—Ayo, son, niggas better start flushing the fucking toilet, man. Better stop leaving ya dirty fucking Fila hoodies around, man. You, man! Stop it, man!
+—Yo, son, ayo, they just fucking killed this nigga, my nigga! Hit this nigga in the back of his fucking head, man. The nigga whole fucking head disintegrated, nigga. It's a hundred police outside right now, man. They running through the building, man
+—Yo, listen, B. Ayo! Y'all niggas gotta shut the fuck up, man. Then you wonder why niggas be getting busted? Man, y'all niggas is yelling, man. We in the back cooking, B. Come on, man.. What the fuck? Langston, go to the store. I'm stilling waiting for the baking soda, man
+**************************************************
+1,2 1,2[Produced by Scoop DeVille]
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+If I ain't rockin' emeralds and Bentleys, I'm coolin' in Poughkeepsie Me, shorty, new Glock 40, and some bent weed
+Ridin' the married boots, take care of me, sincerely
+I'm Israeli, machettes is cris, swish some Baileys
+Snuggled up, mink on, call it a cover up
+Just like two murders in the hood, I'mma double up
+The rap surgeon fix the game up, crack merchant
+Everything I sell is well, my shit is that worthy
+GATs that come up out the ceiling with the beam on it
+Chinese Queen, Parasuco jeans on her
+Rock long jeans, known for throwing blings on her
+I stay king, by any means scream on it nigga
+
+[Interlude]
+Come on, let's go nigga
+Word up, close the door to the Aston nigga
+Yo, get out the, take that shit out the ash tray man
+
+[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
+Do you remember a real gang member?
+Choppin' til he timber, December to December
+Never stoppin', too busy poppin' off lead in the heat
+Clownin' ass all around him, they crown him the Dogg Father
+Glock hot, crock pot on the block with a chef
+Out of bounds on the grounds with a hole in your chest
+Invest in back in feedback, gorilla the west
+Take a whiff of me, spliff, till it fill up my chest
+Convertible with the Cadillac, mackin' the mack
+With some Roscoe's Chicken in my lap, imagine that
+I'm groovin' down Sunset Boulevard
+No harm, no foul, no body guard
+
+[Interlude 2]
+Yo, stop right there man
+You don't know what you're doin' man
+Chill, chill, let them handle that man for real
+
+[Verse 3: Raekwon]
+Chill yo, the movie is scary
+Take off the sheep skin shotty
+Nigga make a move, and don't dare me
+I'm blessed with these million dollar hands, I'm like poker
+Niggas screw they motherfuckin' face, so what?
+Guns are collected, flips perfected
+Boats flying in, every brake's inspected
+The clique's connected, everybody wrist and neck lit
+Two shots of Cisco, let's slip
+Post like Scarface and Sosa with my memosa
+All that motion, see my billiongs posted and roastin'
+See my villains most of them roastin'
+Freshmen chickens get close in 'em
+Make one move, she buyin' me the Ghost in it
+
+[Interlude 3]
+Pass the dutchie
+You know what it do man
+We in Wonderland huh
+
+[Verse 4: Snoop Dogg]
+Stealth but get loud like a space shuttle
+Catch a case, a motherfuckers got a place for you
+And it's 100 brothers like you that's cold with the Typhoo
+Slang and things and buck 50 with the jinzu
+Draw that line, flip that dime, spit that nine
+Homie this Crip on mine
+Thought you knew
+We cold crushin' bum rush the chef, it's my nephew
+The king of the west too, niggas to test you
+Let your next move be your best move
+Ja bless you
+1,2 1,2 what you gone do when we come through?
+1,2 1,2
+
+[Outro]
+**************************************************
+Slim Thick (Remix)[Produced By: Mick Schultz & DJ Mustard]
+
+[Verse 1: Fabolous]
+Sometimes I like slim, sometimes I like thick
+Sometimes I combine and I like them slick
+Them slick probably went over your head
+Couldn't lay up, I just went over for head
+Made a change of plans, when she bent over the bed
+Now she on the balcony, pinned over the ledge
+Been a few days but I sent over some bread
+It can get rough with tuition and rent over your head
+Not the same hoes to rescue anybody
+But a nigga knows what stress do to the body
+And no they see me on the best shoot buzzing naughty
+Shit be looking fresh like shoes and Bugatti's
+And I don't know why you been in high heels
+But I swear we all on one
+And if you do know that man, girl
+I be like, where you know 'em from
+You so slick, so small, curvy
+Teeth all pearly, hair all curly
+When it's time for it, you look all girly
+Never look tired, but you wake up all early
+Hit the gym, to keep it toned up
+Progress, keep picking your phone up
+Ah shit, waist getting smaller, niggas all on Instagram
+Like damn I need to call her
+
+[Hook: Jeremih & Fabolous]
+That body perfect in my eyes
+No matter what they say, everything lookin' just fine
+You got that blessin' in disguise
+You Wouldn't know it, girl you got me
+
+Thim slick girls get me every time
+Thim slick girls could get every dime
+
+[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]
+Damn, you got a fat lil' pussy
+Meatloaf gangsta, real good nookie
+Only love hard rocks, tough lil' cookie
+Leave a nigga balls all blue like a tookie
+Yeah pretty walnut skin, pistachio an guinness, got me 4 nuts in
+I record what is dome busting
+Stay going raw on Forbes Hustling
+The ass in the kitchen, hash for the Simson
+Butt naked clean up my gun and you're all vintage
+You loaded it up, cocked over the sink
+Cock in my hand, while I'm pouring your drink
+Yo, yo watch how you hold that lady
+Eighteen hundred grand hammers, I'mma throw that baby
+Flying through the city in the old ack navy
+While he green peril with caves in the state key
+Now bouncing your butt up, milf queen vadge better built
+We can make love real slow cuz it's better felt
+Yeah surely murder that thing as we slept that night away
+I had to swerve out of king
+Off the chain work out chick that do yoga
+Leg over her head, finger in her chocha
+That's my type of chick
+Ride or die body, ride body, yo' them are slick
+
+[Hook: Jeremih & Fabolous]
+**************************************************
+Return of the North Star"North Star" Excerpt
+
+[Popa Wu]
+See, the way to evil
+Balance equality in no man
+For no man is good and bad at the same time
+Either he's good, or he's bad
+
+Return of the North Star
+
+[Popa Wu]
+Mmm... Yeah. Damn. Yo, Rae, that's you, baby? Damn, man. I heard all these things about you, man. Boy, I heard you been doing your thing, man. Wait, wait, let me tap them pockets, man, them pockets fat? You know I'ma get mine. Yo, Rae, baby, check this out. Yo, we done went through so many trials and tribulations, man, it's a shame, man. But you know, I told you what the—who the Devil is, man. Always watch them people who lie to you. Them people try and cheat you, man, out your money, I told you, you ain't let me cheat you out your money, shiiiit, man, what? And you gon' let another nigga cheat you out your money, boy, are you crazy? Aight, watch the tricks, baby. 'Cause the trick is a liar, and a liar is a thief. Trust me, baby. You understand? Now, give me a couple hundred, man. Time to go do my thing, nigga. I'm going on the road. When you get—When you—Yo, I already had the vision. Yo, Rae, I had a vision. I seen you, man, at the—at Madison Square Garden. And I just came through, and you said "Yo!" And it was real, son, and you took the world by storm. They didn't understand it, 'cause they didn't see that far. They couldn't see the forest from the tree. But Rae, I'ma tell you, it's your time, man. Go get that paper, man, you understand? Get that paper, man, 'cause it belong to you, man. Allah is the God, trust—keep Allah in your heart, brother, and you won't fail. Trust me. Always remember" "How far did thou travel? Thou travel as far as the dimension he could see." What you see? That's all I can say, baby. Watch the liar, watch the cheat, and watch the thief
+
+[Raekwon]
+—We need more pine, we need more pine, man. Stop playing
+—Damn, King. We just severed this other nigga, man. Slipped this nigga real quick. This nigga need a zip
+—What up, nigga? Yeah, man, chill, stick around for a minute, man, there's a lot of money downstairs. Tryna get a lot of fold ups, captain. It's all real, lay the roof, I'll meet you there in a minute
+—Portuguese have this. Word up, man. Papi Jerome, what up, nigga?
+—Monkeys with the AKs is there upstairs, stupid. Chill. Relax, man, relax, man. It's all good. Close the cabinets, stupid. You got shit showing, nigga. I don't want the motherfucking ultimate hustlers on us, nigga. Ayo, Chef, a nigga got all your jewelry on when you be out of town, my nigga. The fuck is this nigga problem, son? Stupid nigga, man, and the police be all up on him
+—Chill, nigga, yo... It's a lot of bread involved today. All you gotta do is stick around, nigga. Hold the joint, though
+**************************************************
+MTV Cribs[Intro: Raekwon]
+Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the most extravagant flashy lifestyle of the wealthy and comfortable
+I'ma be your host tonight
+We gonna be exhibiting the fly palace of my brother Raekwon the Chef's 19,000 square feet deluxe villa
+Let's walk inside
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Ayo, Pyrex vision, gangster intermission
+Snow fishing over the stove, frozen glisten
+Wall unit 360 spin, see the digital gym
+There's the watch rack, right near the brims
+Refrigerator see-through, walls got a different type texture
+Peeped out the sectional true
+Vodka mugs, Ace of Spade rugs, Louis cups and candles
+Fila forks, gold Kangols
+Travel over here, priceless lights
+Tub full of ice, granddaddy pinecones, leather bikes
+Gear junkie, monkey Timbs blunt me
+Yeah, kinda sloppy, my maids, they be coming in monthly
+Silk towel, red leathers, green hats, mean sweater, jeans
+You should let us be your stylist, get you better
+Octagon mirrors, box of sneakers
+Louis, Gucc', Nike, Clark, Avia I bought in Peru
+Yeah, plasma toilet, Go Go Gadget stuff
+If I gotta squeeze, running out of time
+This automatic button right here blow the house down
+I'm walking slow in my fire jumper
+Tom Ford and Bloomberg got too
+Polo drawers, go blast your door
+Cover girl sent, tap it in the toilet seat
+
+[Interlude: Raekwon & Busta Rhymes]
+Yes, ladies and gentlemen
+These are the most exotic illustrious mansions in the world
+We will step inside my nigga Bus-a-Bus next level, tri-dimensional sector of his exclusive imported ceramic style-slash-frontier shit
+Mr. Bus
+Yo
+Can you walk us through the front, sir?
+
+[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
+I welcome y'all to my crib
+The fortress of I self, lord and master
+Crystal chandeliers looking like satellite dishes from NASA
+Yeah, you niggas is bugged
+Shoes forbidden in the crib, especially on my Alaskan polar bear rugs
+Pictures with billies and parties out in Ibiza
+Living room floor laced with imported marble from Indonesia
+High ceilings, 18th century paintings is basic
+With litters of money, many casinos in the basement
+A million letter way a nigga parlay
+With money to wrinkle your face up like a Shar Pei
+Limited box of cigars from diplomats in Cubana
+Rare art of Basquiat feeding fruit to Madonna
+Copacabana, I'ma celebrate 'til they respect a
+Success story with trucks unloading imperial nectar
+Too many whips, I built a valet
+100,000 dollar drapes
+Dancing and swinging like a ballet
+I showed you all enough to where this shit's a hassle
+I'm sorry, your time is up, niggas, now get up out my castle
+**************************************************
+Broken Safety[Kung Fu sample]
+"Ha—do you know any other styles?"
+"I am very grateful!"
+(Scram Jones)
+"Are you ready?"
+"I'm ready"
+
+[Verse 1: Jadakiss]
+Ugh, down on 40 Deuce, when I was a shorty-duke
+That's when I first got the Nauti goose (Haha)
+Now, I come through in a sported coupe (Yeah)
+I know what you better do (What?)
+Stop talking 'bout what you oughta do (Uh-huh)
+My crack spot is still portable (Yeah)
+Funerals are still affordable, I'm better than all of you (All of you)
+I'm in the hood scraping them, Jadakiss, Rae and them (Rae!)
+Y'all lame niggas—come uptown, spend a day with him (Haha!)
+Bigger ones, bootleg liquor runs
+Blow something, nigga, let the Earth smoke hit your lung
+Get your guns
+The economy is down (Down), so you already know
+It's gon' be a lot of hommys in the town (Hommys)
+That's why I'm still bringing the seed back (Uh-huh)
+The sneakers that I can't pronounce, that cost a G stack (Haha)
+Niggas in the yard, got this on repeat, Black (Yeah)
+Fuck saving hip hop, we bringing the streets back, what!
+
+[Verse 2: Raekwon]
+Playing Spit, snipping, different color Wallys on
+Bliffen had to take 'em off, they fucked up the soles, flipped it
+I'm forever zooted, crushed-up glass, I'm just flashing through it
+Nine times out of ten, suede down at the Jumer (What?)
+Maybach bloomers, playing rumors
+Card sharks getting cash money—"Take a loan, hit this tuna" (Yeah)
+We onionhead niggas with gun gooners
+Put us together: he run sea, I run land with one Ruger
+Stop playing, you know we run rap (Uh-huh)
+You know we done that
+"Stop fronting, son, put the gun back"
+We came with the containers
+Besides having the flamers (Yeah)
+My Mexican mans is famous (That's right)
+Running through the streets, the bulldog
+Conehead hoodies on, eighteen-five for footballs
+Maxed like I'm under a good wall, good G
+Good recipe, good status, a hood broad
+
+[Verse 3: Styles P]
+I used to move brown rectangles (Yeah)
+Roll you a blunt, then smoke you with Death's angel (Smoke)
+Chrome trey-pound is making your neck dangle (Dangle)
+Blue trey-eight is leaving your chest mangled (Haha)
+It's math with the gun, I could kill you at all angles (All angles)
+Leave the toast home, I'm leaving you all strangled, ugh (Mm)
+Louis loafers on the Jaguar, gas pedals
+You got the cops with you, you ain't even half-ghetto (Not even half)
+We neither here nor there (Nuh-uh)
+But if you was over here, you would of been got aired (Been got aired)
+Like a pair of white Nikes on a summer day (Ss...)
+Pointing the gun away (Point away)
+I could kill you niggas a hundred ways (A hundred ways)
+Minds in a place that yours ain't (Yeah)
+So I'm wearing war paint (Yeah)
+For the day that I see the Lord, saint (For the day)
+Blowing the purple haze, playing The Purple Tape
+Fuck with Chef or the Ghost, get left with a purple face
+
+[Kung Fu sample]
+"Too bad. Your courage will be the death of you."
+**************************************************
+Kiss the Ring[Intro: Raekwon, (Inspectah Deck), {Masta Killa}]
+Suga, come here, ayo man, tell ya man
+He better bring that fucking money here tomorrow, man
+You, walk up in the joint with me, man
+It's all real, yo, what up son?
+Yo, hold the bottle, it's your night, nigga!
+It's your night!
+Yeah, mad bottles! Playboy! We out of here, man
+(Step inside, kiss the ring — so salute, and toast to the best who done it)
+{Give it up for the Wu-Tang Clan!}
+
+[Chorus: Inspectah Deck]
+When I step inside, kiss the ring, Wu Familia
+La Cosa Nostra, it's our thing
+So salute, and toast to the best who done it
+Murder rap shit, I spit, for the vets who love it
+When I step inside, kiss the ring, Wu Familia
+La Cosa Nostra, it's our thing
+So salute, and toast to the best who done it
+Murder rap shit, I spit, for the vets who love it
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+By the time you read this letter
+Your head gon' fly off your shoulder for lying
+And I'ma be in bed like holders
+Blood from a horse on your spread, you tried to play me now
+I'm coughing up, dough on your head, you just a baby
+See me in the flick in Zurich, I had to maybe with me
+All these niggas stay in the 90's, getting rich
+Rick Ruler robe on with rings, walking to the throne
+Fronting like I know I'm the king, I live alone though
+Buying up, China's Beemers, taking it to Simon's in Medina
+Only just to blind you and leave ya
+These young boys is crafted with aim, I bought 'em all
+Fly ranches, 'cause they all stand beside me with flames
+Regardless, yo, to making the classic
+You gon' witness some of the tactics
+Some died, live in the action
+A live general when he walk, if he died, then we slide
+Ninety thou' in the coffin, and take the child
+
+[Chorus: Inspectah Deck]
+When I step inside, kiss the ring, Wu Familia
+La Cosa Nostra, it's our thing
+So salute, and toast to the best who done it
+Murder rap shit, I spit, for the vets who love it
+
+[Verse 2: Inspectah Deck]
+Black Jesus, check my walk, check my talk
+Legend in the flesh and I rep New York
+Crowned king, been down to bang, I'm House Gang
+Knockout specialist, in and out the ring
+Got dinner tables long as boats with old kitchens
+And Wu-Tang logos splashed on all the dishes
+You know how I speaks the truth, how I teach the youth
+I'm an animal, I beast the booth
+Been grinding, banging out for food to eat
+Your boy still eating good, check my new physique
+Since the world is mine, I'ma write my name on the clouds
+So that all yee faithful, can praise it and bow
+
+[Verse 3: Masta Killa]
+Now he's an old Mafia don, from back when
+He managed to survive the game, ducking fame
+It's how he maintained, the State of Grace, kept his lab laced
+Ladies of a fine taste, kept his place guarded
+While the young charted, found acquitted, all charges
+And his heart loss and, marksmen take the contract
+From the contact, waiting for the right event, it all made sense
+He left no prints on the weapon, and he was blasting
+Came home from prison stashing, still stacking
+His whip still matching his kit, steel flashing
+Hands quick, nice with his shit, three holy foods drops jewels
+From a street corner level, young brother, I'ma rebel
+Here to instruct private soldiers to buck arms
+Y'all rap cats had your last win, toast the kings
+It's Wu-Tang, it's our thing, kiss the ring
+
+[Chorus: Inspectah Deck]
+When I step inside, kiss the ring, Wu Familia
+La Cosa Nostra, it's our thing
+So salute, and toast to the best who done it
+Murder rap shit, I spit, for the vets who love it
+When I step inside, kiss the ring, Wu Familia
+La Cosa Nostra, it's our thing
+So salute, and toast to the best who done it
+Murder rap shit, I spit, for the vets who love it
+**************************************************
+Surgical Gloves[Intro: Raekwon]
+Eight million stories, nigga
+Take y'all niggas somewhere, man
+Y'all niggas never heard niggas rhyme like this before, man
+This ain't no Wizard of Oz shit neither, man
+For real, man
+Ayo
+
+[Verse 1]
+Surgical gloves, snubs in the grass with his blood
+"Homie, hold that", the four black
+We black down, Gold Jag'
+Ol' laughing, yo, "Yo, what the fuck happened?"
+"They clapped him in the scalp, it flew that way"
+"Yo, why they capped him?" It went through his lap
+Snatched his Audemars Pig-et, took his man gold, get at
+He painted it, slayed blocks, aiming it, hit a child
+This is foul, but he styled with his flamer, flaming shit
+Teddy with the red Range, supercharged Kangols
+Rae and Ghost CD in his change, yo
+Angel, Spanish kid lingo, all I know is where he hang, though
+Kept it sideways, angle
+Good brush, tough talk, keep it real, daddy, got them thing-os
+I respect on how the game goes
+The same goes for get-fresh niggas, test niggas
+Extra blessed niggas with them egos
+We blow you out your peacoats
+Haha, ah, dios míos, we get them twelve a ki, yo
+Keep it moving, slide off in the G-Os
+"Freeloaders, the D's over
+Your shit won't sell no more, breeze over"
+
+[Chorus: Raekwon]
+Money, gear, drugs, guns, Goodyears
+All my niggas sit, smelling the tears
+Cooking snow white, it's just the poor life
+Never living off fear, we all millionaires, now where my shares?
+(Money) You know the code, drug money, gear money, baby
+(Money) You know we fold the stash holders, cash blowers, yeah
+(Money) So when the D's come, we float and grab the boats, yeah
+(Money) Spend off, I got my win off, have a potent year
+
+[Verse 2]
+Yeah, X6 is red, up in Albany with the dreads
+Bags of black, fuck the feds, papers in Arubas
+Gold tuba from Bermuda in my living room spreads
+Cameras, action, got the calico cranked
+"Where the food at?", Hood jewelry on, I gots to do that
+Long-chain hatchet flooded up, you knew that
+Baby blue Mac, stones on the nozzle stick
+Bulletproof Broccos with the Jew bitches, all I got is two cracks
+Gazelle lenses, clear rude wraps, bagging every Ziploc
+And my peoples sit around, cops split that
+High potent white Kit-Kats, we sell up in the hood
+Going door to door, every floor, every get back
+My gangsta shit, get gats, for every man
+"Here go a gram
+Meet me by my drophead and drop your lid back"
+Forty-seven quick claps (Spray off on something)
+
+[Chorus: Raekwon]
+Money, gear, drugs, guns, Goodyears
+All my niggas sit, smelling the tears
+Cooking snow white, it's just the poor life
+Never living off fear, we all millionaires, now where my shares?
+(Money) You know the code, drug money, gear money, baby
+(Money) You know we fold the stash holders, cash blowers, yeah
+(Money) So when the D's come, we float and grab the boats, yeah
+(Money) Spend off, I got my win off, have a potent year
+
+[Outro: Raekwon]
+Spray on one of y'all, man
+Streets is mine, nigga
+You know what we do, for real
+Straight up
+It's how we playing right now, man
+'Cause the streets, man
+Streets is making y'all niggas see, man
+But some of y'all is blind
+For real
+**************************************************
+Casablanca[Intro]
+Stop touching the fucking door man
+You so fucking paranoid man
+What's the matter with you man?
+It's like a nigga could write for hours
+And get real theatrical wit' this
+Understand? Telling you kid
+I got stripes when it comes to this right here
+Y'all know my repertoire
+It's dangerous, and the cats I roll with is dangerous
+And they ain't your regular average cats
+Here we go
+
+[Verse]
+A-yo; It's all elegance
+He spoke third power style high intelligence
+A young man handle the game like Merrill Lynch
+3 A.M. breathing, leaning in gates
+I mean creaming
+Selling these cakes in slabs like Land O' Lakes
+Fiends beaming, steaming
+Associated with names and demons
+All apparent reasons
+We live here the gate blew in a year
+Sort of like time share where crime, sport it like I shine yeah
+Rainbow dough was the M.O
+So many flavors yo
+Buy your neighbor off underwater vault
+Then I met him, Colombian name Flako
+Had the whole block locked selling tons in Morocco
+Wristwatch Vacheron Constantin - nigga dead up
+Sniff the rawest mist mixed wit 7up
+Had a black wiz spoke German
+Higher learning burning
+Ask Vernon got a bed set bought a black jet
+Bitch large percentage on her rich motor lodge
+Lost her arm, shot with a AK up in the south
+Paramedics rocked her
+Said she had connections out Anartica
+Barrels of juices from Florida
+Can't forget live dusthead centerfoldin
+Out in Club Med butt ass laying like she dead
+Wise guys fell for her ambiance
+Pull it together, black renaissance Queen Elizabeth aunt
+Crazy swift Cristal murderer
+Guzzle the shit like she dying kid
+Showing off her diamond
+Flashbacks now it's me and him again
+Last word I caught
+'Put your money in we could have the shit bumping
+That's federalo music
+I caught the glimpse from the bitch
+When she winched yeah Santa a grinch
+She blinked twitched her nose then froze
+Check your Rolls by the blow
+It's time to roll nigga let's go
+I thought about it broke the money down
+What's the total count it, no count it over
+In the mix day going slower
+Nope not time to motor
+He estimated over me
+Not being a crook, count it over
+Yo only on the strength of my man
+We ain't hit him with the strong hand
+Gun him down leave him out in flatlands
+He backhand smacked her
+Threw her on the table jacked her
+I broke out in laughter fifteen minutes after
+Police knocked on the door
+Looked out the window of my room
+As your, nigga yeah that's yours
+He opened up the door this nigga wilding
+His bitch is in shock
+Start smiling and speaking on Valen
+Yo wisen up bitch this from the rich
+Immobilize the game get your name right
+Envelope came hype
+Regards from the mayor you hype
+Fuck right, lets fuck this money up
+And get large and blow outta sight
+
+[Chorus] (x2)
+Wise niggas wake up, dead niggas lose
+Who you gon' choose - me or him? - you a fool
+Pay attention, fuck around meet the tension
+See you in the next dimension, y'all niggas didn't listen
+
+[Outro]
+Wise niggas wake up, dead niggas lose
+... you a fool
+Pay attention, fuck around meet the tension
+See you in the next dimension, y'all niggas didn't listen
+Wise niggas wake up
+**************************************************
+We Will Rob You[Intro: Sample + Slick Rick]
+"Who in the hell teaches you kung fu?
+Your master must be an ignorant idiot as well!"
+(Uncle Ricky, would you read us a bedtime story?)
+Nah, kid, but I'mma give you one them old Raekwon crime joints
+Feel me? We will, we will
+We will, we will—here we go
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Well it was late one night, walking through the park
+With my leathered down coat and Wallabee Clarks
+Getting my step on, big shit, big six, big wrist
+So much excitement in the air, I was crisp
+Money suitcase, Louis joint
+(yo, Rae, I'mma get some shit just like yours!)
+Go make it happen, black God and get rich
+Saw the D's fly by, in a New Yorker, yup, tints and shit
+They made a right on me, them last two dicks
+Know I seen 'em, Max loaded, jog right back to the car
+They spun around again and blast their shit
+I dropped a Backwood, a puff and then a 6-4-5
+You'se a live nigga, you almost smashed your shit
+I'mma don my way out the bitch, moving through the car
+Nice and slow, two hoodies on and a golden pit
+Nigga had a white eye, they both blacked down
+What's the clown shit for? The dog jumped in the whip
+It was a trained one, wops pointed at me (yo, nigga, freeze)
+
+[Verse 2: GZA]
+I told the Chef Raekwon, pump the brakes
+Slow it down, you know these C-Cypher Punks scanned your plates
+Release the seatbelt off the shoulders, a mile ahead
+Then the vibe got a lot colder when the marksman said
+"Black niggas in the Jeep, get the fuck out the car"
+Put your hands where my eyes can see or suffer a scar"
+He was a veteran, who kept, pepper spray in the canister
+Donut shop lounger, thirty eight brandisher
+On top of that, the blunt smoke just rang a bell
+Of his bloodhound who had an acute sense of smell
+Beef tripping, saliva dripping from razor sharp teeth
+That was pointy as the daggers of the Indian Chiefs
+Same cops known for extorting pimps and booking whores
+Aimed Glocks at me and Rae, cause they was looking for
+A few MCs wanted for a string of break-ins
+Last seen, wearing long minks and snakeskins
+
+[Hook: Slick Rick]
+We will, we will, rob you
+We will, we will, Glock you
+We will, we will, what? who? (not you)
+Here we go
+
+[Verse 3: Masta Killa]
+You know my Clan done ran from Japan to Atlanta with stamina
+Peace to Chef, Mr. Meth
+Move it on your left, with the Iron Lung breath
+Ghostface Kill', U-G ill
+Deck so real, Dr. Ason Unique, the medic
+Ahh, Allah Just, The Abbott, y'all niggas can't forget it
+You might catch a Cap if your shit ain't Street
+Allah Mathematics make the cypher complete
+See knowledge is the foundation of existence
+To know starts the spark of the flow
+Wisdom activation of the Nation moving
+Wise words, show and prove or understand the 13 letters
+And the Masta, culture be the way of life
+Freedom is reward, who will pay the price for the power
+Spending hour after hour, preparing his self
+For the hour, now look how refined
+When the mind and body is one, every part of me
+Supreme equality, manifest the nature of self
+G-O-D, now build and add on to the truth
+Destroy the bullshit, born incomplete
+**************************************************
+100 Rounds[Skit: Unknown man]
+Yo, what up D? Huh?
+You bought that from Tower Records?
+What's that, let me see that bag
+Get the fuck off, get the fuck off it
+Come here man, what the fuck I...(banging)
+Like that nigga, give me that man
+You dead on this purple tape nigga you dead on that
+Fuck outta here (gun cock)
+
+[Intro: Raekwon]
+Niggas think I can't sell five million? Y'all niggas is mad
+Y'all must not know the work I put in on this
+For real, that's for real for real (ha ha)
+Represent, flick it up all day nigga, Immobilarity
+Y'all know my work, this category is raw
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Aiyo slash your position, verbal mic physician
+Blow lines like chimes in the kitchen
+God Cer-Vega, straight up stomp that fake out
+What, he biting everything, biting his nuts
+We slang like champions, caught me in the outlet in Hamptons
+Style it out, throwin four thousand out
+Swimsuit mammal get high, float flammable
+Drop off in a Benz boat lampable
+Rear like hittin a deer
+Playin Cuban Linx movin in the chair, he got a ear
+No question all brolic guerillas stand up
+Whoever large throw a hand up, throw a grand up
+Let's like multiply connect both sides, big shit low rides glide
+Everybody bump once
+Yo Chef gonna throw ya'll niggas free lunch
+Hit the L twice, need it once
+Track be yelling like a whore, like a swelling on a sore
+Or this rap Magellion on your jaw
+I'm a night freak, boating on the weekends, ten a week
+Flows spray it like Clinique, rich unique
+Bitch you weak, contact Reek
+We callin up Leek, yo he famous like Ali feet
+Yo mystical,  rap Larry Davis with a pistol
+And this you, you a student, fucking with a principal
+
+[Hook x2: Raekwon]
+Rollin like ten at a time, begin
+Love revolves around a thin line, go against this, send mine
+Lace you chase you down, let a hundred rounds race you
+Now you went from brolic to a facial
+
+[Verse 2]
+Yo, ayo glass tree house
+Yo, fiendin like a fuck in a green house
+Rush and cut, chain cream out
+Blow steam out
+Rare like guccis in ears
+Goose bears
+Skied up, loving all my deustch years
+Coat for broadway
+Hundred and 39th all day
+Got my chick rollin call her Parle'
+20th century max like jail penitentiary
+Nikki Barnes gon' lynch me
+What, fruit flavored nikes
+Benz 2000 the hype piece
+Send half my love out to white peeps
+Wu-Tang emblem, success, make a nigga tremble
+Nine of us stand, nine resemble
+Filling out tax reports
+Look live up in Guess shorts
+Bitches got love and support
+Yo, leather jacket, yellow
+Leather hat, mack it real mellow
+New York state of mind, crime Othello
+Wild zoo of bitches, burrow that's Staten
+Yo we actin, Wud up we do that crack thing captain
+Still camaflouge jackets
+Mad rackets
+Out yo we cap shit, picture that nigga mashin
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3]
+Yo,aiyo blowin more reason
+For a season, wud up shortie jaw season
+Baltimore hall bleeding
+Take money, remember that ?dun gottori? son
+Dripped out in Bahamas all bummy
+Gain you out patriot
+Portrait of my love mad shit
+Now we with things, the long gray shit
+Luke bitches in Barook
+Cute big, fat bitches with Luke
+Lex you need boots that switches
+Flights over Iraq
+Ironing my hat out, and 'lax
+Connecting with diplomat cats
+Harlem hustle connect, Iceberg varsity check
+Rimmin well ice drool off my dick
+Abe Lincoln president suites, lay eventually
+Pinch me, I bought head from Monica Lewinsky
+Arrest that hoodlum
+Strong arm that the white gooden
+Faggot nigga frontin, knew he wouldn't
+Flexible impact rhymin professional
+We staked out eatin all side vegetables
+Prosperity rhymes, lines
+Casians and Asians
+Let's blaze niggas with the shine
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Outro: Raekwon]
+Yeah word up, that's right ha ha
+Ya'll be loving my shit, yea all the real niggas
+Stand up, hey yo let me speak, let me speak
+Yo this a new year right here
+It's the 2 with the 3 zeros, hear me?
+It's gonna get technical for real
+Let's play the game right
+It's jus a friendly game of baseball
+Ha feel me? Hey yo Santanna, yo
+Bring that suitcase in here kid
+Let's count that, where it came from?
+Where it came from? Rollin' like ten at a time...
+**************************************************
+Snake Pond[Kung-fu sample]
+Very good!
+Who are you?
+We are from the Wu-Tang
+Shaolin's the foundation
+From which all kung-fu springs
+Buddha's name be praised
+
+[Raekwon]
+I met him by Snake Pond, my hand on the flamer, my bomb
+I park, Rae, Ghost, then lit up the bong
+It's nightfall, nothing here, nothing to fear
+Just got things to touch on, then he walked up weird
+Walked in frail as stale, his eyes were soft
+His face was pale, I looked at him kneel
+Just wanna talk, you a deer, starting chasing him
+He jumped in the tree, had grass in his ear
+(I'mma kill you nigga, you gonna have to come down)
+Little did he know I was a leader, a full bred eater
+Jump in new V's, shopping, had the fever
+Next stop Starbucks and Spiegels, Jags had diesel
+Then she walked in, fly little diva
+Niggas on the scheme for your gleam, they come from your school
+A bunch of snake bites, they bitch smacked Shareen
+She slid in the '09 Beemer, with that sex whore Sabrina
+Forging checks, live in Medina
+Thanks for the info, my kinfolk, listen, Miss Window
+With the big pimple on her temple
+Any more knowledge is college, you gave enough to be bounced now
+She shot up in Chipotle, don't quote me
+917, 646, you know it's war, bitch, can't dress for nothing, she fronting
+Took a piss, roll up, let's twist, pulled down my pants
+Good look, and shot through her tits
+Now I gotta picture who I'm looking for, fake ass Brooklyn boy
+I know his fucking family, fuck 'em all
+I used to love brothers, now I hate 'em
+Mostly them gator boys, who stunting and they never seen nathan
+Me and my real soldiers who started it, won't play part of it
+But I'mma get to the bottom, I got 'em
+Newspapers saying they shot 'em, but on the low
+I heard he shot himself
+A trip, yo, the poison me, I come from the poison bees
+Where mothers run old nightclubs with tons of ki
+Old lady holding them G's, dope fiends, holes in they jeans
+Magicians that can make blow green
+I know his whole team, no craze, dough so low
+I hit 'em off mean, now he wanna hold me, no bro, B
+**************************************************
+M&N[P.U.R.E]
+Yeah; Majestic, marvelous, mind over matter more
+My murderous militant mutilate millions
+Monsters with the most masculine muscle
+Maxing in a major way, munching making more moves maintainin’
+
+[Raekwon]
+Multimillion dollar mansions manufactured melanin mud
+Through this metropolis
+Millimeters are met with the mufflers
+My method is meditative musical medicine
+With sergeant mentality mechanisms
+
+[P.U.R.E]
+I’m medicated materials methane meet the master massive
+Y’all monkeys no match, make a mistake and get mauled by this mamba
+Movin’ with the mobsters of Molotov
+When I mingle in a midnight, moments are muggy
+
+[Raekwon]
+Mossberg, mind ya motion
+Get molded in the morgue
+Your mouth is muted, mockin’ my music
+Got your wife mutilized, bank account minimized
+The most malicious, ‘membered for meltin’ mics be my mission
+
+[Chorus: P.U.R.E]
+We millimeter speakers, M&N, back to back rap, relax
+You featherweight cats can catch this
+P.U.R.E one electric, we fine like coke that stretch quick
+So aggressive, we got now, fuck who the next is
+
+[Raekwon, P.U.R.E]
+Narcotics, narcos, negotiate this nice diss
+Nah, never that’s a negative, it’s nonnegotiable
+Nemesis they need to fill the Nas
+Nonchalant narrators
+Navigatin’ niggas are nauseous, bro
+Because they numerals are nathin’, none, nada
+Nefertiti women neutralizing our nectar, they so naughty
+Advise y’all nerves to be neutral, all of that nonsense
+Should kick us not no wedding living off the land with no mans
+Nah, level nostalgic, we notable, notice the nozzles
+These nuclear nose brothers are nonsensical
+Nuisance is not a necessity
+We necessary, we the new nickel mans so just ask Nancy
+Nominated and so notorious
+Get ya neck broke for ya numbnut
+Negligence your life is numbered
+Highly respected, ninety-nine attributes
+Now you know who’s recognized as the Nobles
+Peace to Nova Scotia
+
+[Chorus: P.U.R.E]
+We millimeter speakers, M&N, back to back rap, relax
+You featherweight cats can catch this
+P.U.R.E one electric, we fine like coke that stretch quick
+So aggressive, we got now
+Fuck who the next is
+**************************************************
+Rock N Roll[Intro/Hook: Kobe]
+Hey lil mama, I got some of that Bon Jovi
+You know me, high flying in the air like living on a prayer
+We're on the corner serving that rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll
+Posted on the corner with the rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Willie Nelson nigga, we run flusty, crocodile hat
+Cowboy rap, hammer game trusty
+Diamonds on from Ghana, Boca retire in a yacht
+With the middle name Lex, pop my llama
+Movies get made in HD, let me get your eighty-three
+I'mma scout faces so straight meetings
+There's nothing you can do with my real niggas
+Not the ones I rest my head with, my son a real crew piranha
+Two wheels scooters, the new Rugers, floating through the Beverly Center
+I count a ten up with my shooters
+All these is high powered, Bob Dylan style, my niggas
+Post it up, yeah frontin' at Mr. Chow's, titanium hustle, switch color
+Most of them rich brothers are only on fucking and switch nuggets
+Luggage is the real shit, who kill shit niggas is nothing
+Blow a blunt, repeal shit
+
+[Hook]
+Hey little mama, little mama, I got some of that Bon Jovi
+You know me, high flying in the air like living on a prayer
+We're on the corner serving that rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll
+Post it on the corner with the rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll
+Hey little mama, have you ever took a hit of Mick Jagger
+Yeah, better will blast ya now take it hit of this rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll
+
+[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]
+Yo, everything platinum, even my baggage
+You want a platinum rock? Then go see Larry
+He got the yellow hat, yellow Maxes Air, looking like me
+With a yellow back, pretty long hair
+Suck a dick like Karrine Steffans
+With Bobby Brown on speed dial, his ex dial stay on the check-in
+I got that Mickey, baby, little mama
+I got the bomb, call me Tom Brady
+Move like a running back, 21 Tomlinson
+Know how to push it back, you should pay homage and
+Shit is too potent, make you feel like vomiting
+Your black/white birds can give me five like Donovan
+Pop the champagne for the illest hustler in the game
+I got the Pink Floyd, Ozzy all day
+And I ain't even mention my deals yet
+Cuz I don't wanna have you freaked out over this real shit
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3: Jim Jones]
+(Harlem stand up, we in the building, let the birds fly
+Rock star to my heart, anything else? Uncivilised, go)
+Rock star like the Red Hot Chili Peppers
+I can't front red tops got me feeling extra
+I drop the top so I can show the stones
+I got the sour so I'm Rolling Stones
+I'm popping shit on my mobile phone
+I never slip cause I keep the fully loaded chrome
+And have my niggas even stay …
+That's why we pour a liquor for the Grateful Dead, we miss you
+Where I'm from, it's either guns or roses
+And fuck with me you need a bunch of roses
+And Lord knows I keep the Led Zeppelin
+A nigga put it then we dead ressing
+You can tell a bitch is still an e
+We got that white girl nigga Sheila E
+Diplomats we the Eagles(Killa!) we finna be greater than the Beatles
+
+[Hook]
+**************************************************
+Canal Street[Skit: Raekwon (all voices)]
+—"Yeah. Ayo, y'all ready, right? Aight. None of that fronting shit, neither, nigga, it's broad-day. Word up, the store is over there, nigga, let's go. Yeah, they got the big jewelry in the window. You seen that shit? You better come seen that other shit, right? Good good, that's me right there, ayo you—all you gotta do is just come with the bricks, son. I got a big brick in the motherfucking Louis bag, nigga. Take that, just smash the shit out. About four-five niggas gon' slip in."
+—"Professionals. Immediately, nigga. What the fuck this nigga talking 'bout? Have I ever fronted on you nigga? Aight. Yo, you grab the three from him. You grab the heatholders. You grab the watches, nigga."
+(*gunshots)
+—"Move! Let's go. police, come on son! They right down the block, nigga."
+—"Y'all got that? Good!"
+—"Meet you at the train station. One, son!"
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+All of our fathers is bank robbers holdin' TECs
+Eighths of hero'n, shooting in the steps
+In the 60's, niggas was poor, check the revelation
+Now, we rock 6-50s in the snow
+AKs, ARs, wire jaws, say ours
+YSL frames in the rain, Marvin Gaye on
+Goose bubbles on, stuck in the huddle, tryna transform
+Every gram action to a sandstorm
+Fly through my block, you live, make a bitch stop
+Have your shit cocked yo, niggas might dive on you
+All we wear is Filas, Guess, suede fronts, beehives
+Bally sneakers, big jewels, Levi's
+
+[Hook: Raekwon]
+Back to slinging every 45 minutes
+Gs fleeing, fiends is in the building OD'ing
+The drugs is in the ground, burners on the side of our legs
+It's gonna happen, so you know we low-keying
+Yeah, can't sell in here, yup, I said it
+Yeah, can't tell in here, they want credit, niggas
+Just a lifestyle, the holders with the drugs is dreaded
+Just a typical day to get wiped out
+
+[Verse 2: Raekwon]
+Broad-day jungle, living with the rodents
+The goons'll run through, blow a bag and hunt you
+Always flaky, calluses, hands
+My mans come through the avenue, Swiss cheese patrons
+Blood that flood the hall, every head'll drop
+Jump in the Maybach, switch the station
+These rap niggas is washed, hang 'em on the pole, no head
+Pajama top, handcuff with a gosha
+We realer than the Spanglers Rep Posse squad; that's dangerous
+Take it back to the Lee's and Wranglers
+Take what we want, explain this
+Famous for my kitchen knives, rings, and the fifths are stainless
+Gun down your trooper, grenade your coupe up
+Plain and simple niggas is poo-butt
+Fuck with my crew, what? Either you shot or you cut
+"Real nigga to real nigga, man, you know how we get down, man"
+
+[Hook: Raekwon]
+Back to slinging every 45 minutes
+Gs fleeing, fiends is in the building OD'ing
+The drugs is in the ground, burners on the side of our legs
+It's gonna happen, so you know we low-keying
+Yeah, can't sell in here, yup, I said it
+Yeah, can't tell in here, they want credit, niggas
+Just a lifestyle, the holders with the drugs is dreaded
+Just a typical day to get wiped out
+**************************************************
+Have Mercy[Kung Fu sample]
+You have to learn mercy
+Otherwise, you will learn bad ways
+You have been confined here for one month already
+But you still haven't grasped this basic principle
+I feel sorry for you, my boy
+
+[Intro: Blue Raspberry]
+I've been living in this world
+Not knowing where I'm going (Knowing where I'm going)
+This world ain't showing
+That it's gonna get better, better (Yeah, it's gonna be trouble again)
+
+[Verse 1: Beanie Sigel]
+My days getting shorter, my nights getting longer
+My cell getting smaller, my son getting taller
+I exercise my mind, my body getting stronger
+But my blood getting colder, heart getting harder
+My chances for appeal, getting slimmer
+My skin getting brighter, my hair getting thinner
+See, when you stressed out, you could age fast in here (Have mercy)
+I done seen weak niggas not last a year
+So before lights out
+I write my kids every night, kiss the stamp on the kite
+Say a prayer, I hope it lands safe in this flights
+I pray they sleep safe through the night
+Try to teach my son right, give him some jewels
+But it's hard to raise my boy from this visiting room
+Many cells turned to prisoner's tombs
+I just pray I don't die in here, and last night I almost cried a tear
+(Have mercy)
+
+[Hook: Raekwon w/ Blue Raspberry ad-libbing]
+To all my gun holders, stand up, get it
+Cuz when the killas come around, it's on
+Bullets get blown, warn 'em and they re-up fast
+Say some back shit, your flagship gone
+Can't play the building no more
+Can't hang around by the store no more
+It's really on, you a dickhead
+Now you a dead man with no hand
+Now you can't believe you jammed
+
+[Verse 2: Raekwon]
+Between my six niggas, sixty years, stay in the crispy airs
+Hundreds, blunted, we up top, switching lairs
+Money equal power, horror equal real when borrowed
+Ratchet barrel under your ears
+Mean streets in the middays, they robbers, but life's so hard
+Even the cops clutter us to starve us (Have mercy)
+The killers is star struck, look at the cars and trucks
+Rambo guns, it's hard to get luck
+Whether fail or a come up, your number is up
+Period, make you bleed Caesarean
+Chop through your body, leave you right in the lobby
+Hear me, kid? Extra holes right in your derriere
+The blitzes, the rushes'll touch something, back in the cells
+Two days later, yup, back in them cuffs again
+Or leaning on the customers, hustlers, my hood illustrious
+Marvelous raps, screw on mufflers (Have mercy)
+
+[Hook: Raekwon w/ Blue Raspberry ad-libbing]
+To all my gun holders, stand up, get it
+Cuz when the killas come around, it's on
+Bullets get blown, warn 'em and they re-up fast
+Say some back shit, your flagship gone
+Can't play the building no more
+Can't hang around by the store no more
+It's really on, you a dickhead
+Now you a dead man with no hand
+Now you can't believe you jammed
+
+[Outro: Blue Raspberry]
+Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh
+It hurts my heart, to see what's going on
+Young men dying now, children going when they're born
+Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh whoa
+Oh no, oh whoa, where is this world going to? I don't know
+**************************************************
+Nothing[Intro]
+Fly money shit
+Niggas always love this type of shit, nigga
+You know what I’m sayin’?
+This is for the fuckin skunks out there, nigga
+For the fuckin robbers, nigga
+And angry niggas, man
+For real, man, it don’t stop
+It never did, nigga, neither
+Real rap, nigga
+Let’s go in, nigga, stop playin’ with these niggas, man
+
+[Verse 1]
+Yeah, there he go flashing his armor
+Army jacket jumping in new Fisk Karma
+Project niggas low garments
+Tolerance level is low
+Dough fly through, yep we on it
+Yeah
+Scheming in the back of the Benzes
+Hundred shot, AK, straight off your lenses
+Do it again, screw-face a new face up again
+This is how I know it’s a win
+You know we pop rappers down and them broke actors
+Tax athletes, yap you at the track meet, black
+Keep it a thousand while we slap niggas right in they houses
+Let’s take the jewelry off you want an ounce, kid
+Real niggas know real niggas’ll blow
+At any given second it’s real, gimme the go
+And Imma tear one of y’all apart slow
+Then scar you with one of these daggars and drag you through the snow
+
+[Chorus]
+When you take another man’s pride or put him outside his character
+Got the Mac in his mouth, he yellin’
+(I have nothing)
+(I, I have nothing)
+When you dealin’ with shorts that ain’t a lot, it’s just a knot
+And your pockets on silt yellin’ “kill something now” because
+(I have nothing)
+(I, I have nothing)
+
+[Verse 2]
+Yeah, it’s one thirty, I’m worthy and dirty
+Stepped off the elevator, spray game curvy
+Strep throat, less flow herb me
+Ready to catch somethin’, snatch somethin’ up, word to Ernie
+Yeah, we hillbillies, all of the real willies
+Smoke grass, pop mollies, call him a pill-billy
+Catch him in the field, do him real silly
+Puddle of blood in the mud, that’s for frontin’, lookin’ real leery
+Grab the flex-and-relax niggas
+Automatic tax, not askin’, get your jawbone fractured
+We can make a mess or do it classy
+I’m talkin’ to you, you in the red leather
+Niggas wear lead leathers
+He felt bad but respected me
+Pass the watch and the chain off respectably
+Moseyed off, ran through Schenectady
+We ain’t amongst none of them niggas, all them niggas sex to me
+
+[Chorus]
+When you take another man’s pride or put him outside his character
+Got the Mac in his mouth, he yellin’
+(I have nothing)
+(I, I have nothing)
+When you dealin’ with shorts that ain’t a lot, it’s just a knot
+And your pockets on silt yellin’ “kill something now” because
+(I have nothing)
+(I, I have nothing)
+**************************************************
+Rainy Dayz (Remix)[Intro: Raekwon]
+Doin' this for 1996
+Revolution is a trick, be aware
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Yo, yo, yo
+I run with rich rap cats who run corners
+They run through alleys, navy blue Bally's at the grand finale
+Still in all, currency catches the eye of the youth
+One time, play it on three corners of the roof
+So we accept that, jettin' at nights
+Don't ever wet that, drop the G-pack
+How will I eat, black?
+And brothers, flexin' labels like cables
+White Sables, pressin' up, tryin' to make a debut
+Hard times, when the God rhyme, I'm aimin' mines
+'Cause he playin' mines
+But we ain't related 'cause he raided mine
+They see me lampin' up in 850's
+With 360's, blowin' like 160, sellin' fifties
+Due to the wicked, dice should never lie
+Now that's a damn lie, movin' on standby, man, why?
+The game, I mentally tear down the brain
+Half of us are feelin' pain, big boy, let it rain
+I guess my whole team is marvelous
+Street life novelist, let it rain, dun, swallow this
+
+[Hook x2: Raekwon]
+You know how to love me, makes me feel so good
+
+[Verse 2: Raekwon]
+Yo, Guess down, a crazy new pair just for the new year
+Wavy hair, plus we get much 'cause we on the air
+Cristal wildin', my medallion stylin', it's like City Island
+Relax, kid, while shorty profilin'
+Until then, we gotta bend with the wind
+Plus build again, writin' my friends, sendin' 'em line Timbs
+I'm tired of robberies, pornography
+Throw a pair of Wally's on post for live nigga photography
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]
+Yo, yo, check out the hearsay, fake niggas rockin' the toupee
+Frontin' on me and Chef, yo, it's dog day
+Afternoon, I'm blowin' up your weak platoon
+Leave you helpless, screamin' from all types of wounds
+I be the expert, blowin' like a firework
+Convertin' concepts that will nerve-wreck in concert
+'Cause I write, and blast and slash your whole level
+I'm hosed, I be challengin' pros for gold medals
+Whatever, still remain sturdy like a leather
+On Fridays, get your fresh fade from Mo' Better
+Represent, my lifestyle is in like Flynn
+Militant, the God's shit is very masculine
+Mad tough, major bless stuff with nuff said
+Ex-dusthead, now I'm puttin' heads to bed
+Call me a legend, flexin' with the style of old
+Carryin' loads of loot, mad rich, buryin' gold
+Sabotage, thoughts of livin' large any day now
+The Land to satisfy the whole garage
+Back to the morrow, soon to make a novel
+Born to be sellin' like Marvel Comic books for my survival
+Beware, I'm hittin' like a snare from the Delphonics
+Crushin' niggas, I be blowin' like economics
+What's the... you're fuckin' with a deadly era
+No fat, niggas be jettin' when they face terror
+
+[Hook x2]
+**************************************************
+Live From New York[Intro: Raekwon]
+Li-li-live from New York (2x)
+Is you watchin what's on my motherfucking neck nigga?
+Li-li-live from New York (2x)
+Live from New York
+
+[Verse 1:  Raekwon]
+All white bolon, the allie pulled on
+Kept his fade low, rocked suede in the snow, blue Tahoe
+A wizard on the keyboard, eyes look bloodshot lord
+Nevermind that, climb the award
+In the system we just missed 'em
+Came through banging nothing but Wu, the crowd blitzed 'em
+Much love, autograph, carryin the champagne glasses
+Crazy asses, niggas on his neck like ski masks
+Chill Stephanie, axe slash through a little fifty and crash
+I wanna drink, knew she'd pocket the cash
+Buck summer night hype nigga, Iron Man blowin the mic
+You motherfucking right, live highlight
+Then I seen him, nigga was raw, stepped in
+Bitches flexin' next to him, bad Mexicans
+What up showin' you love, you got a real style
+"Where you from?", "The Isle", that's Staten Isle, love no doubt
+Oh God, he had a drink about a hundred
+Some strange nigga think he had a range, God got blunted
+Pay attention this essent' like sacks and macks
+He did the knowledge, ran to the bar and grabbed stacks
+Now the whole parties bubblin', niggas got love his bug
+He had on one glove, rollin' up drugs
+Him and his Vikings ran through, stopped played the back then they walked through, Live from New York where niggas hawk you
+
+[Hook x2: Raekwon]
+Gettin money and laced up, Live from New York
+Gettin' reefer to blaze up, Live from New York
+Gettin' niggas to dance and yellin', "Throw both hands up"
+Won't pull your pants up, Live from New York
+
+[Verse 2:  Raekwon]
+Madonna money in our pocket, boating in a rocket
+'Bout to blast off, we charged like a socket
+Whips be cleaner than a fuck, jewels basically struck
+Straight up brolic style laying in the cut
+Bottles strictly Dom, ring the alarm
+Rollie on the arm, arms crossed, new sneakers on
+Fly shit, Nikes the majority
+NYC state of mind and we talk with authority
+5 Boroughs is thorough, still out of town playing mellow
+I thought I seen Shallah suede yellow
+Rippin' it, new six flippin' it
+Shorty is drip dippin' in it when she sit, throw dick in it
+Came to conclusions, what's the solution when you're losin'?
+Respect mine, now from the foul line
+Streets is a part of us, teaching the seeds through the heart of us
+Some get locked, that's a scar on us
+
+[Hook x3: Raekwon]
+Gettin money and laced up, Live from New York
+Gettin' reefer to blaze up, Live from New York
+Gettin' niggas to dance and yellin', "Throw both hands up"
+Won't pull your pants up, Live from New York
+**************************************************
+Mean Streets[Intro: Raekwon (man)]
+(Ayo, Chef?) What up, my nigga?
+(Yeah, man, I gotta give you the 411, shit is straight 911, word)
+It's $2.50, nigga, back the fuck up! Talk to me...
+(Word, them blue ninjas is everywhere
+Word, watch ya back, Protect Ya Neck and all that shit, man
+Thirty nine motherfuckers already got scooped up
+Indicted, word, I'm bird eye viewing it right now
+Out there out the motherfucking window)
+You got the strong scoopers out there?
+(Word, five book store buses out front
+All them young boys are certified, they ain't rentals)
+
+[Hook x2: Suga Bang Bang]
+Run these mean streets from Cali to New York
+Who could ya trust? Niggas they do talk
+Running from the feds and out of state troopers
+Look up ahead, you know we got sharp shooters
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+The blocks is molded, step up ya sword piece
+Moving through them housing with more ki's
+Rembrandts is fresh from Scotland, crisp hats, Cristal bottles
+Niggas want the problems, we back
+It's time to take over the game, it's nothing
+I live on the line, from corner to castles with pawns and capsules
+Scramble and find, my money's up, I'm praying for war
+I do this all the time, all the time, all the time
+Faces of Doom, sling in the lobby
+Swinging cooked raw, if you played the field you was not leaving
+Fast-pacin' for CREAM chasing team
+Trying to come through the hood and lie, get left for dead naked in Queens
+Let them other niggas wear that, we take the credit
+While we was shopping for more Nikes and off-whites
+Heroin stirrers, the crib, cracked mirrors
+Career thugs who serve only judges and jurors
+Got to make my money this year, whether it's through rhyming or criming
+I'll be on the line with my iron
+Promised them llamas'll fly fast, quick at pirahnas
+Trying to intervene, get caught dead, no head in pajamas
+You live like a slouch from vouchers
+Nobody mad, you was a fake, dead, die with no trousers
+Cause you crossed the line like Miller's Crossing
+Off with ya dome, I walked you through the woods, we both smoked a bone
+
+[Hook x2: Suga Bang Bang]
+Run these mean streets from Cali to New York
+Who could ya trust? Niggas they do talk
+Running from the feds and out of state troopers
+Look up ahead, you know we got sharp shooters
+
+[Verse 2: Inspectah Deck]
+Mean streets...
+Just when I thought I was out, they pulled me back in
+The streets stay flooded with crack rocks and Mac shots
+The scenery's money, guerrillas in the back drop
+The livest'll pop, the weakest get chopped where they stand
+Singing the judge's name, dropped in the stand
+Drug money kills, blood on my bills, mud on my Nikes
+Only buying with the couple that I trust with my life
+Twenty four sev' ducking the feds, infrared wtih lead
+Gamble with off track betting instead
+In my hood anybody can get it, and everybody want it
+Cutthroat executives, the corners, the office
+And the thought is to be boss of all bosses
+The cost is ya life, swimming with sharks and orcas
+So keep ya guards up, or get scarred up
+It's a Cold World, I told you with Allah Just'
+The bigger the funds, the bigger the guns that's blazing
+It's sick in the slums and niggas are stunting for nathin'
+
+[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]
+Ayo, my gun been in more niggas mouths than a whore had dick
+With creamy nuts on the side of her jaw
+It's Rigatone, nigga, sliding through airports
+Riding on niggas like MJ, same day I rocked you, comprende?
+Yeah, I'm kinda off cuz my guns was dirty
+That last joint that hit you, kid, you made the top thirty
+Early, walk with me and strap with a vengeance
+More or less Ghostface Killah'll stretch you out like mad words in a sentence
+Smell the gas burning (yeah) feel the fire (word)
+Real talk, it's not that bullshit from The Wire
+It's them disco kids that clap iron
+Champion hoods, if ya coke don't freeze, my face is not worth frying
+We crack eightballs with pool sticks
+Bungee jump off a mountain of bricks
+Fuck you up if you slinging those nicks
+Tony Stark's from the octagon, my ox is on
+Snap Matt Hughes' neck with my boxers on
+
+[Hook x2: Suga Bang Bang]
+Run these mean streets from Cali to New York
+Who could ya trust? Niggas they do talk
+Running from the feds and out of state troopers
+Look up ahead, you know we got sharp shooters
+**************************************************
+Penitentiary[Intro: Raekwon]
+"Come here, pussy
+Prosthetic heart-ass nigga, yo
+Where them Levi's at, man, that I left on your bunk, nigga?
+Don't stand on the side of this bunk no more, man, for real
+You see them Rae and Ghost flicks over there, nigga?"
+"Yo, son, don't take no more flicks!"
+"Don't touch them shits, nigga
+Word up, I'ma break both chains on ya ass, nigga"
+
+[Intro 2: Ghostface Killah & Bundy]
+"Ayo, Bundy, make sure you crack Cell No. 5 fifteen minutes early"
+"Yeah, yo, I got you, you want some of these donuts?"
+"Nah, I'm good, just make sure you handle my man right. One!"
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon & Ghostface Killah]
+We up at Three Mart, blowing little dust to lift the branch up
+The watch he had was Bulgari, golden
+Spanish kid let him hold it
+He said he hit him with three cartons of menthols
+The kid let him roll with it
+The face had snow in it, the bass in his voice
+Now, he's acting like he ain't rich and poor in it
+Crock pots are steaming, Jasmine rice and Jack Mack
+With cornflake batter, it's cold in here
+10:45, we lock in, pull out the headphones
+Jump in the bunk, the tunes is knocking
+Knowing all my goons is clocking
+Two C.O.'s is on the catwalk—"Yo, Spoons, what's popping?"
+"Yo, it ain't nothing, baby, you cool?"
+"Yeah, I'm getting that rest
+You know that G.E.D. shit with the school?"
+"True, guess that's what it do
+But on the low, I got two big GemStars I'm sliding to you
+Matter-fact, they gon' hide in your food
+All you do is push the grits out the way
+Then you get up and move
+Go to sleep, nigga, go 'head and rest
+I'ma finish my count, I'ma set you out later, my dude; one!"
+
+[Hook: Raekwon]
+Mop-wringer magic, mess hall murder's the best
+Come through the yard, getting fed lead burgers (Yo)
+Testing anything with bling, fresh sneakers
+We the best teachers, true, watch me move in the clink
+
+[Verse 2: Raekwon & Ghostface Killah]
+Six A.M., the cells unlock
+Horn the child, I'm half-sleep, yo, hearing the pots
+I see the same ice grills
+Bum niggas talking to me with cold in they eye
+I can't finish my meal
+Under the grits, two pieces of steel
+Then Spoon had left; we got guns though, we trying to chill
+Big Will walked in—him and Seville
+With blood in they eyes, early bird, like they ready to kill
+
+[Hook: Raekwon]
+Mop-wringer magic, mess hall murder's the best
+Come through the yard, getting fed lead burgers
+Testing anything with bling, fresh sneakers, we the best teachers
+True, watch me move in the clink
+Mop-wringer magic, mess hall murder's the best
+Come through the yard, getting fed lead burgers
+Testing anything with bling, fresh sneakers, we the best teachers
+True, watch me move in the clink
+**************************************************
+Can’t You See[Sample]
+You are gone, it is hard for me to leave carry on
+'Cause I know that you are far away, far, far away
+Far away, far far away today
+Baby won't you...
+
+[Intro]
+RoadsArt waddup
+Let me tell y'all a story, man
+Listen man, from here
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+I'm tired of fishscale wars stayin' in all green
+New Balance sneaker, white wranglers on the scene
+We was youngsters, 80's babies getting in shit
+Stolen cars, fell from monkey bars, flippin' and shit
+Little thieves fresh out the P's
+Broke heads is sled, slidin' through, two' five in my sleeves
+Eggs and cheese, young niggas, by any means
+We was saved watching Malcolm and Martin
+Hold them things police, freeze, niggas is jettin'
+No time for off track bettin', we was wetting niggas
+Take these gunshots, sippin' rum shots on the roof
+Hibernating blow with ease
+Better needs, the father seeds, cutting school, dippin' but truancy Ds
+Influenced me with trees
+Blue and cream, sat back, all I know is how to dream
+Check the theme, watch the playboys run with kings
+
+[Verse 2: Raekwon]
+Now it's all about good livin', raising my children
+I done seen the flames, escaped from the hell storms
+Credentials of a high chief, blowin' on that potent broc' leaf
+My old earth got a chance to see a black man run the white house
+She shows her bright teeth, oh what a beautiful sight
+But still some livin' strenuous through the struggles are unbearable
+To ease the pain and eagerly seek the preacher for parables
+To stop the rain and hoping somewhere to bring some sunshine
+I'm livin' proof that it's possible, any obstacle, you face it
+Can be erased son, don't let it conquer you
+Throughout my journey had some snakes in my past
+But I couldn't let 'em strike me and catch the Devilish germ from them
+But the lesson was valuable, yeah, I learned from them
+If they ain't godly, they wicked, there's no concern for them
+Know in a good space, more connections with more cake
+Before I let somethin' come between a nigga I burn some'
+
+[Outro: Raekwon]
+Aiyo, burn some', kid
+See if a man can flip himself inside out par
+He fall out and die if you see all this shit that's going on man
+It's real
+**************************************************
+Crown of Thorns[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+From shooters in buildings to coupes in the pavilions
+Play wealth, keep your health and your heart first
+The belt that's been passed on the last car collision and cracks
+We was there rolling up, holding duffle bags, that's facts
+Blood on his Fila's, [?] Levi's
+Laid there, two chains on, where's the throne
+I was slick, like poets who know his shit, cold as shit
+Thugs that stay loaded then blow throughout the global quick
+Fast money and sneakers, cool out king silks on
+Right in front of the Flash Gordon, you crabs goners
+Stealin' styles so we taxed him out on Billy Childs
+The bodies was ripped from water, twist the chalice
+A grown folks game to the older folks
+Grey haired gangsters rockin' New Balance
+See the chodes, a few challenges
+Money spill, heads tumble, thugs rumble, drugs crumble
+But still I'm still upon in bankers trust, thankin' us
+Preparing my speech, pulled up in a peach Corniche
+Seats are burgundy, soccer gear and Louis cleats
+Hand me my medals, Pussy he just laughin' at us
+I know you wanted my bitch, but money won't attract it
+They trained, pullin' pistols see the aims
+It's desert shark, that blow apart flesh and bones when it starts
+The originator, cuban linx chains, diamonds and Clark's
+Swim on this crime wave where bags of money get washed
+
+[Chorus]
+They say Loyalty's golden and it will make you rich
+Well, I'm royal, my cloth is purple, I never switch
+High chief, low eyes and hella jewels
+Word from the wise, it's time to rise and show and prove
+
+[Verse 2]
+Getting money is easy, keeping it that's the hard part
+Creeps and scavengers roam the land, call 'em aardvarks
+Go ahead and try me now, filthy rich Africans
+From the slums' glorious days, I bring the action in
+Long hair Brazilians love swallowing my childrens
+Self made poet, poetry constantly bringin' millions in
+Scratch that small talk, meetings with the higher ups
+Walls necessary, cemetery bitch and bury chumps
+Spark [a branch] and sip the champagne for the pain
+Let's celebrate, this duffel bag snatch your dime piece bag another coffin though
+From the era where the code is 'never trust a hoe'
+My advanced stride is the coldest, yo
+Ritual's get the bread and stay upon your square
+For the leeches and the sly foxes please be aware
+'Cause they will pray upon your shortcomings
+Jeopardize the family's heir
+Here's the first glass, sip it to hell, I'll see you there
+
+[Chorus]
+They say Loyalty's golden and it will make you rich
+Well, I'm royal, my cloth is purple, I never switch
+High chief, low eyes and hella jewels
+Word from the wise, it's time to rise and show 'em proof
+**************************************************
+Dart School[Intro: Raekwon]
+Don't open that fucking safe, nigga
+Yo, lord, yo, nigga what up
+All this shit right here, turn that shit down, nigga
+This school is the hardest school, B, what Dart School?
+You know how to get a taste, man, calm down, man
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+So much colors on my ice, freeze the ghetto man
+Me and my microphone knifed up in the Meadowlands
+Skinny chain on, family, that's thirty grand
+Dirty crown in position, yeah, worthy man
+Bezels is like metals, nigga, hold the Phantom
+Convertible roof, hard headed, angry amber
+If I'm pitching, giving bricks out to baby Rambo
+I'm on Rodeo with yae yo, fifty baby hammers
+The new shits that blow a building up, crazy damage
+If it's priors, I do my own dirt, spray the cameras
+So many soldiers, no soft niggas in the slammers
+We run wild like 'lo gazelles and baby pandas
+Small nigga with his gun rum, crazy gamblers
+I'm uptown fronting, the fans know what gave me grammers
+So when it's over I'mma fly to my lady mansion
+And get riced up, some Japanese baby salmon
+
+[Hook: Raekwon]
+Blowing holes in your tipi, little wise ass
+We disguised as, some niggas who gon' rob, blast
+Paint thousands of pictures, this my drive, smash
+Guillotines, wolverines, fly assassins
+Blowing holes in your tipi, little wise ass
+We disguised as, some niggas who gon' rob, blast
+Paint thousands of pictures, this my drive, smash
+Guillotines, wolverines, fly assassins
+
+[Verse 2: Raekwon]
+Back and dogging this mic, give me my gwop, homey
+I rhyme for under the stairs niggas who hate phonies
+Keep it funky, I got to, it's kings only
+Timberlands, hard denims, rings only
+Rock a big ass gun, when you come from me
+Your president of your country, yelling 'big dummy'
+Chef a fly ass nigga, he cook every Sunday
+He had a beef on the runway, making shit ugly
+I had on alligators clarks, camouflage rugby
+Bad bitch from Brazil, who fuck, never suck me
+We was cooling in the Trump section, throwing bubbly
+Got my niggas with the guns out, bowling lovely
+When it's on, you gon' remember, ooh, you made him hungry
+Top three of the east, nigga, well what, what, B
+Pay for that mil, for real, max comfy
+Or you'll be one of them niggas that say "son me"
+
+[Hook]
+Blowing holes in your tipi, little wise ass
+We disguised as, some niggas who gon' rob, blast
+Paint thousands of pictures, this my drive, smash
+Guillotines, wolverines, fly assassins
+Blowing holes in your tipi, little wise ass
+We disguised as, some niggas who gon' rob, blast
+Paint thousands of pictures, this my drive, smash
+Guillotines, wolverines, fly assassins
+**************************************************
+Young Boy Penalties[Verse 1]
+Call 'em a lobbyist, he stay parked, this is obvious
+He won't leave the block, his people gon' copy this
+18 wildin', no cream that's sloppy shit
+Need a real nigga to tell him that's jalopy shit
+Wrong moves, yeah that old ass Monopoly shit
+You need to play chess and kill all that cocky shit
+You not hard, you just on some fake Rocky shit
+One day nigga gon' smack out your choppers, kid
+Yeah we all know that lockin' ain't watchman shit
+Skinny jeans, long Timbs, ain't poppin' shit
+Just real yeah, general with stocks and shit
+Stocky, no Glock, just hand full of rocks and shit
+They hold L's and get craned, that's popular shit
+Gold ghost on some Phantom of the Opera shit
+Take a ill toast and shop, buy more Glocks and shit
+Stay away from petty ass slimes who watch your shit
+
+[Hook] x2
+Young boy penalties, when will you learn
+Young boy penalties, when will you learn
+Catch young boy penalties, when will you learn
+
+[Verse 2]
+Ay yo, no morals at all, you lost shorty
+Don't know which way to get on, come on shorty
+You should've stayed around on the real, get lost shorty
+Now they sendin' your ass upstate for 40
+You wouldn't listen, now you just runnin' in Jordies
+Frontin' in the back of the building passin' 40's
+You ain't just built for war, you for the ball leagues
+But you'd rather front with them four niggas that's corny
+Never get money, they sit yappin' they jaw-pieces
+That's when they get broke, cracked in 44 pieces
+Meet you by the store for the one vision of glory
+Then I'mma tear your face off, it's mandatory
+I ball forever, through any category yo
+It's like a fresh Gucci mock against a Maury
+Catch me in a pool full of sharks, I wrestle surely
+The realest, fresh off the block with the porgies
+
+[Hook] x2
+
+[Outro]
+Word, gotta school y'all little branch face ass niggas, man
+Stop fuckin' actin' like you're listenin' to the wrong niggas, man
+And keep them 71 characters out of your body too, man
+Niggas is just fuckin' up the whole poster right now, man
+**************************************************
+Visiting Hour[Intro: Andra Day]
+I wanna be where you are
+Where you are
+
+[Hook: Andra Day]
+You see my heart won't let up
+I'm trying not to fall
+Wish I could write you a letter
+I know you heard it all before
+What I mean
+What I want is
+I want to be where you are
+Where you are
+Safe from harm
+In your arms
+In your
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Got to stay on my feet, I can't slip
+Remain focused because these vultures are lurking
+Praying I don't win
+But they can forget about it because I ran for this
+Yeah tears and sweat devoting my life I planned for this
+Keeping the slammer close, I'm not alone
+Smoking that black cabbage
+Making my enemies go poof begone
+So the facts is
+Money make niggas throw rocks at the throne
+I'm thinking
+Spoilin' their action
+Reality is I mean business
+Please stay out my way
+For real I'm serious, negativity out my space
+I wear grown man britches, this is no child's play
+Making haters love me
+So our relationship is love/hate
+See I describe great
+And you despise that
+Putting pressure back in this game
+Word from this live cat
+Niggas besides that
+I'm from a place where most don't make it out alive
+And homicide can't even buy that
+
+[Hook: Andra Day]
+You see my heart won't let up
+I'm trying not to fall
+Wish I could write you a letter
+I know you heard it all before
+What I mean
+What I want is
+I want to be where you are
+Where you are
+Safe from harm
+In your arms
+In your
+
+[Verse 2: Raekwon]
+Some of my niggas is still taking penitentiary chances
+Life lessons
+They never learned whether they lived or die
+They not concerned
+Caught in the system
+Flips, they got mouths to feed
+By any means they got to earn
+Who am I to knock 'em
+If they cover their faces stocking
+Run up in the spots and let the Glock kick
+That used to be me
+Young, ruthless, and carefree
+Until I seen the bigger picture
+Shifted, my way of thinking
+That 25 to life is real
+So is the casket once it close on you
+Word to the youth
+Its not a game, cause life'll swerve on you
+And she's a bitch
+And could care less about the nerves on you
+To either what I'm saying
+One day it might change your life
+From poor to rich living
+Better fresher in white leather
+From out the hand me downs
+Flashing high-priced threads
+Matching the foreign cars in the driveway
+Living that wealth forever
+From me to you young world
+Here's my letter
+
+[Hook: Andra Day]
+You see my heart won't let up
+I'm trying not to fall
+Wish I could write you a letter
+I know you heard it all before
+What I mean
+What I want is
+I want to be where you are
+Where you are
+Safe from harm
+In your arms
+In your
+
+[Outro: Andra Day]
+Coming from the city where they run out
+You know I seen it all before
+I ain't here to judge you, I've been down
+You know I done it all before
+Coming from the city where they run out
+You know I seen it all before
+I ain't here to judge you, I've been down
+You know I done it all before
+**************************************************
+Baggin’ Crack[Verse: Raekwon]
+Chopping like a lumberjack, up in the gate
+One plate, a rock on the table, moving that flake, yeah
+Fiends start hitting my shit, paranoid
+He got the convoy all up in his crib, one nigga sick, fuck it
+Let's get this money, got the razor, clack it in my jean jacket
+A little scale, some baggies and a mean ratchet
+Now, I start bagging away, fiends is coming, yo
+Took off my shirt, murked that-a-way
+"How many you want?" "Like seventeen"
+"Shits is golden, daddy"
+Play your part, little soldier (Fuck)
+Better beaming, now, we start blazing the place
+Coke all on my skin
+Eyes is burning, now I"m wiping my face
+"This shit's good, right? Best in the town
+My little Dominican man and them blessed me
+Big prices, let me wrestle them down
+Keys is like twenty a joint; for you—give me fourteen
+Flood theem with dimes, and give your niggas joints"
+Suge Knight the building, take the town over
+Then I woke up
+It's blood on my left thumb, I bagged over
+Now, I start casing the crib, base-ing (Yo, yo)
+Eighty a gram, kicked off the PlayStation
+Now, the whole lab is mine
+First niggas was lying, mad hundreds start rolling in line
+Yo, the shit's love, shakes in a dimensional caps
+You want sick love, buy like one invincible pack
+You get this stuff, you gon' see residuals back
+You just a dig-dug, you can't even hit me with facts
+I just bugged on 'em, played the rug on 'em
+"Two for nine, you my nigga, got love for 'em"
+We hit it in the process, ahh, yes, and this is destined
+Flashback to his culture—he Mexican
+"You all that, slick politician with your raw rap
+You can sell from anywhere to jail—nigga, fall back
+You be stashing shit all in the mailboxes, all that
+You just as real as the niggas on the call-back"
+
+[Outro: Raekwon]
+"Yo, son, relax, man. We got a lot of G to choose, son. For real, man, here go four more, man. Word up, man. Go wash your hands, man, word up, man. Go—Go pour me some juice or something.. Word up, man. Come see me, though—for real, for real. Yellowbacking rabbithead motherfucker."
+**************************************************
+Wall to Wall[Intro: French Montana]
+My nigga Raekwon talkin', uh-huh
+Everythin' you want you don't need
+And don't believe everythin' you read
+And only half what you see
+
+[Pre-Hook: French Montana]
+I said I won't, I don't need it, yeah
+Don't believe everythin' you read, yeah
+Only half what you see, yeah
+Man, this shit is what it is, yeah, ooh
+
+[Hook: French Montana]
+It's "Hello", oh, Lord
+When you're tryin' to bail out, who to call?
+Your bitch turned down, this shit is love
+Me and my niggas fill up, we goin' to war
+We goin' to war (wall to wall)
+My money's stacked up (wall to wall)
+My shows' packed up (wall to wall)
+Her ass stepped up (wall to wall)
+Got my money up, we goin' to war
+
+[Verse 1: French Montana]
+Clear view, dark tints, hustle by the park bench
+White top, blue tops, niggas I don't call friends
+'Til they called it love
+Called my niggas, grabbed their hammers
+'Bout to go to war
+Prices on your head, I'm a spend it
+Everythin' in that showroom, nigga, I was in it
+On my son, I was in it, I was in it
+Dirty money, ten chains, I be shinin' every minute
+I'm shinin' every minute
+Soft to the hard rock, Hard Rock Casino
+Me and shorty watchin' Nino in the hardtop
+I done counted ten mills when that ball dropped
+Me and Chinx poppin' bottles out in Far Rock
+
+[Pre-Hook: French Montana]
+I said I won't, I don't need it, yeah
+Don't believe everythin' you read, yeah
+Only half what you see, yeah
+Man, this shit is what it is, yeah, ooh
+
+[Hook: French Montana]
+It's "Hello", oh, Lord
+When you're tryin' to bail out, who to call?
+Your bitch turned down, this shit is love
+Me and my niggas fill up, we goin' to war
+We goin' to war (wall to wall)
+My money's stacked up (wall to wall)
+My shows' packed up (wall to wall)
+Her ass stepped up (wall to wall)
+Got my money up, we goin' to war
+
+[Verse 2: Raekwon]
+Frozen fishscale, you better go to Ishmael
+Tiger-skin hammer, sittin' by the Benz grille
+Knots of hundreds; it's lunch, kid, play fair
+Say "yeah," feed your brother, be's a one, shit
+Enough money to slum kids, kings with pillows
+Leave your body, yo, under the dumpsters
+Take money suitcases, bracelets, cake mix
+Come out the hole, this is weight flicks
+So much bread, we build lead houses
+Run in the shed, see dead thousands
+Faces, we call 'em big noses
+Flashin' in the foreign shit
+Grubbed up niggas is wasted
+
+[Pre-Hook: French Montana]
+I said I won't, I don't need it, yeah
+Don't believe everythin' you read, yeah
+Only half what you see, yeah
+Man, this shit is what it is, yeah, ooh
+
+[Hook: French Montana]
+It's "Hello", oh, Lord
+When you're tryin' to bail out, who to call?
+Your bitch turned down, this shit is love
+Me and my niggas fill up, we goin' to war
+We goin' to war (wall to wall)
+My money's stacked up (wall to wall)
+My shows' packed up (wall to wall)
+Her ass stepped up (wall to wall)
+Got my money up, we goin' to war
+
+[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
+Yo, whip my feet up, gettin' manicures in a zap
+And spectacular visuals
+Niggas be camera-phonin' up my movement
+Everythin' we do to sit and take precedents
+While we go stackin' residuals
+Niggas starvin' to know just how we do it
+Absolutely be stayin' the money every night (Dracula)
+Niggas, stay up in it like Jamaicans and stay in the maximum
+Difficult to predict, I'm calculated like algebra
+Cause the money traced back to them diamond mines out in Africa
+We in the future with it though, closin' my eyes for pictures
+Phone'd have me speak with holograms
+When I'm buildin' with bitches
+And then I bang 'em like body slammin', one-handin' 'em ishes
+Like I was sellin' warheads and I'm baggage handlin' missiles
+Fuck it, decided to blow an M just bein' silly
+With a bob and a step and a charisma like I sit on a billi
+And for the five percent with the science
+And the ones that really get me
+I got a lot to do with civilizin' and countin', I'm busy
+
+[Pre-Hook: French Montana]
+I said I won't, I don't need it, yeah
+Don't believe everythin' you read, yeah
+Only half what you see, yeah
+Man, this shit is what it is, yeah, ooh
+
+[Hook: French Montana]
+It's "Hello", oh, Lord
+When you're tryin' to bail out, who to call?
+Your bitch turned down, this shit is love
+Me and my niggas fill up, we goin' to war
+We goin' to war (wall to wall)
+My money's stacked up (wall to wall)
+My shows' packed up (wall to wall)
+Her ass stepped up (wall to wall)
+Got my money up, we goin' to war
+
+[Outro: Raekwon]
+Salute, salute, yeah
+Montana, what up, baby?
+Word up, you know what it is, my nigga
+Louis Rich right here, baby
+Yeah, you know what this is, nigga
+**************************************************
+Butter Knives[Kung-fu sample]
+They say he's a swordsman
+They say he's a swordsman
+
+[Intro]
+Back to that fly shit, Silicone Valley good shit, right here, boy
+More money on this rhyme right here, boy
+Take y'all back to the front of the motherfuckin' 1-6-Ooh shit
+Yo, lord, that first Wu shit
+You know what it is, it's that motherfuckin'
+Special made, high powered, special made forces
+What up what up what up, a-yo, a-yo
+
+[Verse 1]
+Chef that fly with a meat cleaver, swing on a young nigga
+Smack flames at him, no gun neither
+Leave him with a bump, what the fuck
+("They say he's a swordsman") Get that little, nigga
+Who give a fuck if he's a swordsman, I'm a gunman, I run from nothing
+Chain came from rent days and pumping
+YSL with velours on, drawers is colorful
+I do this, forever nigga, raw style
+Lighting Phillies, fly by willies, can't come through
+Unless your vehicle three hundred chain, silly
+Laying in the park with the killers, the coupes, the villains
+No rims, we just ball for the millions
+The emperor of slang lords, kings get clapped in they dome
+Get your throne rushed, and I ain't got a gun on
+High power ninjas who touch you, lay a gun on
+Drinking with the best of the hustling
+
+[Hook]
+I got butter knives, like you got butter knives
+Come through huddling, run through the spot thirty times
+All my niggas old school robbers, do what it do
+I got a sixty-two, a black pair of goggles
+Fila approaches, the Bee Hives, the vultures and the roasters
+Can't come through with cedar toasters
+It's going down, only in the town
+Your heart get tested, and gunplay is only an investment
+
+[Verse 2]
+Flying shooters, eyewear rugers
+Stars and swords in front of the building, five thousand students
+Cocaine cops they know him ("They say he's a swordsman") You already know that, man
+Diamonded up, double O sevens, come through, 1-8-7
+Back to the Hill in a second, yeah
+Sons jump in front of them bullets, push me up in the bullet
+Stay cool, I got shit, where ya weapon?
+Hurricane slammers, earthquake clips and cannons
+Back of the building, with the jammers
+Live well, eat well, Welcome to the Terrordome, sleep well
+Who don't like beef? Keep shells
+I flow with the souls of sharks and criminals in they heart
+Play parts of this in detail
+Well carried mannered, blampers, ninjas black down
+Pop up on spots and vanished ("They say he's a swordsman")
+
+[Hook]
+I got butter knives, like you got butter knives
+Come through huddling, run through the spot thirty times
+All my niggas old school robbers, do what it do
+I got a sixty-two, a black pair of goggles
+Fila approaches, the Bee Hives, the vultures and the roasters
+Can't come through with cedar toasters
+It's going down, only in the town
+Your heart get tested, and gunplay is only an investment
+
+[Outro]
+Get down, Lord!
+They say he's a swordsman!
+**************************************************
+Chop Chop Ninja[Kung-fu sample]
+I want them to fight!
+Sister... sister, get out of there!
+If you kill them, we'll never know who's the best
+
+[Hook: Estelle]
+What are the true keys to being a ninja?
+Dressed in all black, perfect vision, and that movement is in silence, ah
+What are the true keys to being a ninja?
+Dressed in all black, perfect vision, and that movement is in silence
+This is Shaolin (Shaolin) this is Shaolin (Shaolin)
+This is Shaolin, Shaolin, Shaolin
+This is Shaolin, this is Shaolin
+This is Shaolin, Shaolin, Shaolin
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+He threw a kick at me, I back-slapped him, I pulled out the mac
+He kicked it out of my hand, how real that?
+Yo, a place where niggas get it on at
+I think it evolved around three hundred raps, thirty stacks
+He had black on, yup, I was dusted, with all of my bangles on
+Two rings clustered, shorty black
+He was there, this my nigga, check the bullshit, he jabbed China Man
+He threw a sword right through his wool shit
+Now he throwing stars at the kid, I'm jumping over my car, yo
+Trying to get to my glove box and shit
+Got the door open, gash in my caesar, my sneakers got red on it
+Know that's blood, he threw a piece of a chain with a long blade on it
+And a nigga was buckwild, I'm ducking and dodging
+Trying to stick 'em with my little blade, Rae in some trouble
+I got to the glove box, I threw two shots, he disappeared
+
+[Hook: Estelle]
+What are the true keys to being a ninja?
+Dressed in all black, perfect vision, and that movement is in silence, ah
+What are the true keys to being a ninja?
+Dressed in all black, perfect vision, and that movement is in silence
+This is Shaolin (Shaolin) this is Shaolin (Shaolin)
+This is Shaolin, Shaolin, Shaolin
+This is Shaolin, this is Shaolin
+This is Shaolin, Shaolin, Shaolin
+
+[Verse 2: Inspectah Deck]
+I stay there like it ain't nothing to face fear
+Flowers by the grave of the niggas who say where
+I'm straight tear, tell them don't play fair
+Then retalliation, I'm a shake 'em just for scraping my suede pair
+He told me "Yo, wait right here, son, I been there"
+Rip your pockets off plus nut in your dame hair
+Broad day, even with jake there, serious
+Last time you saw me I was rocking the same stare
+Do or die, you or I, cousin, I pray for you
+Forgive me for my sins, father, this is what they made me do
+Nonsense cause me to slay the fool, rather than play the fool
+I resort to waving the gauge at you
+
+[Hook: Estelle]
+What are the true keys to being a ninja?
+Dressed in all black, perfect vision, and that movement is in silence, ah
+What are the true keys to being a ninja?
+Dressed in all black, perfect vision, and that movement is in silence
+This is Shaolin (Shaolin) this is Shaolin (Shaolin)
+This is Shaolin, Shaolin, Shaolin
+This is Shaolin, this is Shaolin
+This is Shaolin, Shaolin, Shaolin
+
+[Verse 3: Raekwon]
+The year of the bullshit, why me? The nigga had Asics on
+A three hundred dollar pair, B
+You don't scare me, wiping blood, hear me?
+He laugh with a sinister grin, the sun went down, this is grim
+Now I'm sweating, still repping my square, you probably under a chair
+Black hood on and sporting a gray beard
+
+[Verse 4: Inspectah Deck]
+Respect mine, or there go your head line
+A nigga got caught up, and left naked sporting a necktie
+Skip town slide to west side, CSI riding on my hides
+So I'm out til next time
+**************************************************
+Still Struggling[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+I know how it feels to wake up fucked up
+Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell
+People look at you like you're the user
+Selling drugs to all the losers mad Buddha abuser
+But they don't know about your stress-filled day
+Baby on the way, mad bills to pay
+That's why you drink Tanqueray
+So you can reminisce and wish
+You wasn't living so devilish s-shit
+I remember I was just like you
+Smoking blunts with my crew
+Flippin' over 62s
+Cause G-E-D was it B-I-G, I got P-A-I-D
+That's why my mom hates me
+She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
+Then I figured out Nick's went for twenty down south
+Packed up my tools for my raw power move
+Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves
+Four drunks trying to stop my flow
+And what they don't know will show on the autopsy
+Went to see papi, to cop me a brick
+Asked for some consignment and he wasn't trying to hear it
+Smoking mad Newports cause I'm doing court for an assault
+That I caught in Bridgeport, New York
+Catch me if you can like the ginger bread man
+You better have your gat in hand cause man
+
+[Hook: Inspector Deck]
+A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M
+Still struggling, Survival got me buggin' (ghetto misery)
+(Souls of a soldier in the streets of survival)
+Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough
+(The rough life, I just be up nights)
+( It got me)(still strugglin)
+May help you maintain
+(In the everyday struggle)
+
+[Verse 2: Raekwon]
+I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side
+Staying alive was no job
+Had secondhands, moms bounced on old man
+So then we moved to Shaolin land
+A young youth, yo rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo goose
+Only way I begin to G off was drug loot
+And let's start it like this son, rolling with this one
+And that one, pulling out Gats for fun
+But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend
+Started smoking wools at 16
+And running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes
+Making my way on fire escapes
+No question I would speed, for cracks and weed
+The combination made my eyes bleed
+No question I would flow off, and try to get the dough all
+Sticking up white boys in ball courts
+My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater
+Times is rough and tough like leather
+Figured out I went the wrong route
+So I got with a sick tight clique and went all out
+Catchin' keys from across seas
+Rollin' in MPV's, every week we made forty G
+Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the TEC-9
+(Get live, muthaf~)
+**************************************************
+Neither One of Us[Intro]
+This for all them real niggas, man, that just be on some moves
+Study their history, know what time it is
+Move general, you heard?
+
+[Verse 1]
+Gold jewels ain’t my thing, kid, I’d rather wear none
+Them vehicles I fly around I gave to my son
+Growing grays, blowing haze, watching A Raisin in the Sun
+Young buck buying some Bucks, the suede ones
+My life story was right, shorty, cousins’ll fight for me
+Blood, let’s wild out, let’s ride for the white, call me
+Got older, got bolder, staircase days
+Forty ounces, big bags to blaze, wearing capes
+Bagging for hours, cooking up, wolves with power
+Hooking up, those devoured, weak niggas foul up
+No follow-up, then the connect came, we swallow up
+Paying more, then we came with short money, pile it up
+Rocking them niggas, they rocking us back
+Cause every day we thrust back, felt like the work’ll reverse that
+My worst cat’ll blow you in the church, black
+The day that we felt got jerked we came to two guns and three bats
+
+[Interlude: Gladys Knight sample]
+It’s sad to think
+We’re not gonna make it
+
+[Verse 2]
+We’ll break your legs for steak and eggs, the menu is taking regs
+Beef patties with cheese, a Widala state at Ted’s
+A money rich getting comrade, who fell in the storm
+Bagged him, now we strong as hell and no going backwards
+Leather jackets, new Astons, Mosans, crew flashing
+Jealousy around the corner, niggas got two castles
+Some with coke, some bubble capsules
+Some went and sold dope, some came back broke and asking
+The lifestyle is real, it can switch in a flash, kid
+From living right to living and gone in a splash, kid
+Think back to yesterday’s tactics, should’ve been an actor
+Blessings, then became a rapper
+
+[Outro: Gladys Knight sample]
+For some ungodly reason
+We just won’t let it die
+I guess neither one of us
+Wants to be the first to say goodbye
+**************************************************
+Crane Style[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Redskin leather, Indian sex
+Pair of fresh Mocs on, lighting lear on my flesh
+Let my arm roll, fresh off the honor roll, platinum bottles of Krug
+All my niggas do what I got 'em for
+Extra flashy grind, hit 'em with a crisp rhyme
+Lines is nothing, blunt out, fuck him
+All we know is jewelry and I mashed that, everybody excited
+To see whatever bling on, smash that
+Clever, more like a fox and ox together
+Two stainless Glocks, rocks and a feather
+Yeah, I'm from the lead era, shoot at
+Anything that move, and move out America
+And all we ever want is needed, seen it
+Like a young Fillipino in Kuwait getting treated
+Heavy horror armor, spike a bitch like her
+Half a pound of good weed, then float through Gowanus
+Brilliant master, sixteenth chapel in the Apple
+Flooded up, Woolrich wackos
+Park Hillians getting hillions, that means millions
+All on feet like Nigerian
+
+[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
+Shallah, I got 'em
+Heatseeking missile spit, don't even try to hide, nigga
+Sizzle through your skin bars, call me cyanide, bitch
+Try me if you want, homey, violation's a no-no
+I am the health hazard, skull & bone, poisonous logo
+Unleash the dragon, massacre the scene
+I'm spitting, burn a hole through the speaker, and start melting the street up
+Somebody please call the fire department
+And I'm a strong believer, ya'll know that I ain't the one to start with
+Cuz once the fuse is lit and we strike a match and the spark smell
+My face bleed and we nam them up like ox tail
+Ya'll see what's happening, ya'll know what the truth is
+Somebody please ask Shallah Rae why he making me do this
+Cuz once I finish dudes, it's unfortunate for them yappers
+Throw them in the trash, they ain't no recyling bin for rappers
+I microphone control, it's the current dominant factor
+The records been bodied, I personally request the pastor, gone
+**************************************************
+F.I.L.A. World[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Dressed in FILA, change in the beehive
+7:30 nigga slick coupe with him, see ma?
+I'm rich, my bitch, before and after, kept her well
+Sit right there, enjoy the chapter
+Bounce, 2 ounces get burnt
+Thinkin' bread now, buy more lead, get the dread town
+Let's smoke on the furlough king
+Switch to Merlot, I know them niggas is bird, they swerve dope
+Nobody gettin' it, whores is wicked with it
+Little kids growin' up fast, teens is wickeded
+No jobs, no checks, it's like rockin' an Olex
+Rolex, her father is Cotex
+Mother is so vexed, brothers is on X
+Niggas is slummin' it, I'd rather see no necks
+Dumb niggas, this the decade of bum niggas
+It won't work, no matter how much bread you jerk
+
+[Hook: 2 Chainz]
+Inhale it (x3)
+Weed so loud, all my neighbors say they hear it
+Roll up the strong, inhale it (x3)
+Weed so loud, all my neighbors say they hear it
+
+[Verse 2: Raekwon]
+I'm usually in the lawsuits frontin'
+Comin' out Bank of America, big knot on me, I'm comfy
+Roll the joints, jumpin' in joints, niggas with coins beat the point
+And we want appointments, yo nigga, get some ointment
+Stop playin', start prayin', I just might start sprayin'
+Niggas is ass and all day with it
+No style with no pals, niggas is so foul
+It shows how I only fuck with real, them niggas know now
+I slow down, don't wanna catch a charge and go down
+I'm too large, drop a bag, use a marksman
+Pause, said, "You don't want no parts of me, kid"
+I'm just shootin' you real rap, so go wash with it
+A legend with his hands up, suits is glammed up
+I'm just bowlin' for millions out in Japan, what
+Plannin' somethin', niggas ride around wearin' somethin'
+Other than that or rap, I'd rather fade black
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
+These niggas is dead already, I use machetes to eat spaghetti
+They really couldn't ride a mile on my Pirellis
+Bags so heavy the damns collapsed
+Conversate about me, that's a chain reaction
+Pressure to press in past aggression
+Hope your body guard got pain protection
+One in the chamber, middle finger, no fornicate
+So many bullets in the clip, it's 'bout to sufficate
+My uncle was late, my aunt ain't show up
+How you gon' tell an old man to grow up
+It's like comparin' Earl to throw up
+Same frame of mind but a different poster
+I'm 'posed to be what I wanna be
+Dream so big for the world to see
+First class, fruits and tea
+And usually the only black man is me
+
+[Hook]
+**************************************************
+4 in the Morning[Intro]
+Did he have hands?
+Did he have a face?
+Yes
+Then it wasn't us
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Bernard Goetz Gazelle's on
+.45 in the bag, mask a Bourdon
+Sacks Willy jury is all really
+Rich nigga's paying for the team
+Sniff the eighth and feed Lily
+Lily is a cocaine Willy
+Who got mad connects in a small town in Philly
+Octopus soul sister rock a puss
+Ghost outside parked vertical
+Yeah, the Jakes'll murder you
+Four to five hundred bricks
+Dicks come in with no tie on
+That symbolizes the wire on
+All Krylon heat my rings bling 500 feet away
+Hit the church steeples in the D
+Brand new shells on, a python, a Fisker
+Twist from the Astons made for the listener
+Or rather yeah, the driver, suicide rider
+B bums and Wally's, me and Shallah's colleagues
+
+[Chorus]
+4 in the morning [8x]
+
+[Verse 2: Raekwon]
+Blow hands, the stove is a roaster where bottles whip in motion
+May cause 'drop him in the ocean'
+Irish blood gangsters, the roulettes
+Cooler moving through Texas, grandmother she Mex-ish, yup
+Tablets, krills, bath salts, last call, get it
+Drugs flying minutes like a fastball
+Smash all, I will remain clean, the status calm
+I do it for niggas who last long
+Last Don's chill, Kings in the chair, cigars in the air
+This the last part with snakes that'll break any mans arm
+Which way the grass growin'
+We've sown enough and now we're farmers
+Who come through with lawn mowers and armor
+
+[Chorus]
+4 in the morning [8x]
+
+[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]
+Yeah, I used to move cracks, sort diesel and gats
+Runnin' trains on them hood rat bitches up in the trap
+We used to blow 'em out
+Fiends comin' in hike with they seized bite
+With residue stuck all on they pipe
+4 in the mornin' when the gates start jumpin'
+Dustheads lurkin' and the fiends start thumpin'
+And it seems like the fiends, he own CREAM, so they jumpin'
+Bean told Cream he stole green so he cut ‘em
+Ditch him Star, souflee'd one half of his cheekbone
+Now he talkin' out the side of his mouth
+But yo, peep homes, stuck
+Fly dust, that's four finger nuggets
+With plastic stuffed in the Kangol buckets
+Dirty burners on, gloves and scanners
+Smart mouth, Teymor bitches in the back gettin' sandwiched
+After a dick suck accountant
+In the wee hours, backing up mountains
+4 in the morning
+
+[Chorus]
+4 in the morning [8x]
+**************************************************
+Zonder mijSoms ga ik terug in mijn gedachtes. Om herinneringen op te halen. Je liet me los die gedachte kan ik niet loslaten. Ik mis je steeds vaker weet niet of dat ooit wel stopt. Denken aan jou maakt me blij maar tegelijk ook kapot. Ik heb nooit gezocht naar liefde maar jij bracht dat met je mee zou er altijd voor me zijn. Waarom liet je me alleen? Ik denk niet dat je weet wat je doet met mij! De liefde lijkt zover van de pijn. Maar het is toch hier me hart klopt voor jou maar het klopt niet. Soms wil ik jou vergeten maar mijn gedachte voor jou die stopt niet. Waarom ben je niet hier bij mij? Ik zweer d'r gaat geen dag voorbij dat ik niet aan je denk. Het doet me pijn om te weten dat je in mn hart maar niet in mn armen bent. Ik kan niet denken aan de toekomst als ik in het verleden blijf. Maar ik blijf liever kijken naar ons dan niet met je zijn. Ik zweer die gedachte die doet me pijn. Geen jij bij mij maar toch is het wij. Want ik zie mezelf niet zonder jou alsof ik op mezelf niet mezelf kan zijn. Ik snap niet waarom ik nog steeds wacht ik snap niet wat jij in die tijd dacht. Ik snap niet dat ik zoveel moeite in jou stak en dat al die moeite voor niks was. Gebroken ik voel niks meer. Zo gebroken, nee ik voel niks meer. Denken aan jou doet me pijn maar Ik hoop dat jij gelukkig bent waar je nu ook bent zonder mij. En ik hoop dat jij alles hebt wat je nodig hebt zonder mij. Ik kan niet ontkennen dat ik je mis en dat ik met zoveel vragen zit. Maar ik hoop dat jij gelukkig bent waar je nu ook bent zonder mij. Kijk ik snap niet veel van liefde maar weet dat ik dat had met jou dus als ik weet wat liefde is dan weet ik dat dat komt door jou. Zoveel geleerd van jou alles was gemeend met jou. Alles voelt zo leeg rond mij mis die late night dates met jou. Ik mis jou hand in mijn hand. Ik mis jou lip op mijn lip. Ik mis het om jou steeds te zeggen waarom ik jou leuk vind baby. Ik zie in je ogen dat die keuze niet jouw keus is. (Ik zie in je ogen dat die keuze niet jouw keus is). Ik liep en loop voor je. Ik word blij en word boos voor je liefde is iets speciaals. Dit gaat door je maag maar je weet dat ik kan koken voor je. Als geluk in de winkel lag zou ik het kopen voor jou. Je bent mijn queen maar wilt die kroon niet. Toen samen maar nu lonely. De liefde waait langzaam weg schatje maar mijn hoop niet. Je was mijn up up up toen ik down was. Ik had maar 1 wens en dat is dat je mijn vrouw was
+Ik hoop dat jij gelukkig bent waar je nu ook bent zonder mij. En ik hoop dat jij alles hebt wat je nodig hebt zonder mij. Ik kan niet ontkennen dat ik je mis en dat ik met zoveel vragen zit. Maar ik hoop dat jij gelukkig bent waar je nu ook bent zonder mij
+Ik hoop dat jij gelukkig bent waar je nu ook bent zonder mij. En ik hoop dat jij alles hebt wat je nodig hebt zonder mij. Ik kan niet ontkennen dat ik je mis en dat ik met zoveel vragen zit. Maar ik hoop dat jij gelukkig bent waar je nu ook bent zonder mij
+**************************************************
+Ice Cream Pt. 2[Intro: Raekwon]
+This is little Kane though
+His little sobrero
+(The ice cream truck is back mothafucker!)
+(Check out this shit)
+Yeah uh-huh (What?)
+Eh yo.. eh yo eh yo
+
+[Hook: Raekwon]
+Ayo, butter pecan Ricans, love a little candy girl
+Caramel cover girl, love the way your body twirl
+French vanilla cream, body work is mean
+Chocolate fudge make a nigga wanna fall in love
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Got them fat legs, killin' them Gucci's
+Heels on, with the fat coochie
+The way it's feelin' you seducin' me
+Take time, create, yeah my legend is straight now
+Ya inner vibe's the side of the juicy
+Cheeba queen, treats on, jeans, state to state
+And she got the nerve to fuck me all mean
+While I rock all green, by all means
+We in the mall fiendin', one more hump then I'mma scream
+Boo throw me more of you, I'll take all four of you
+We could flip it on the floor while I'm pourin' on you
+Make me kiss it in the store on you
+Cop the new drawers, the dick is all yours it's a mornin' blue
+Straight mines, thats a warnin' duke
+Watch me climb, that pussy looks shaped and designed
+Yeah, line for line, rhyme for rhyme
+That coochie is mine, I might just need it this time
+
+[Hook: Raekwon]
+Ayo, butter pecan Ricans, love a little candy girl
+Caramel cover girl, love the way your body twirl
+French vanilla cream, body work is mean
+Chocolate fudge make a nigga wanna fall in love
+Ayo, butter pecan Ricans, love a little candy girl
+Caramel cover girl, love the way your body twirl
+French vanilla cream, body work is mean
+Chocolate fudge make a nigga wanna fall in love
+
+[Verse 2: Method Man]
+Shut the fuck up and get in the car
+Girl, your high beams is on, I wonder how they fit in that bra
+We in the front seat, splittin' cigars
+I'm on my job so you handcuffin' ho ass niggas, be on your guard
+Especially on ladies night, I like it when they take a swallow
+Straight out the bottle, but that ain't lady-like
+I call 'em lil' pet names like Ma and Boo-Boo
+So everytime I see your girlfriend, never confuse you
+With the next down-ass chick, that play a part
+That's cool enough to pardon my French menage a trois
+Meth Man, real talk, don't mean to put you on the spot
+But I know a spot to kick your heels off
+I'm not as Dirty as that Bastard, be
+But still a villain, I serve 'em Dick Dastardly
+Here's a little taste of Ice Cream II (Ice Cream II)
+So put some Vicky Secret on, trick, I might swing through
+
+[Hook: Raekwon]
+Butter pecan Ricans, love a little candy girl
+Caramel cover girl, love the way your body twirl
+French vanilla cream, body work is mean
+Chocolate fudge make a nigga wanna fall in love
+Ayo, butter pecan Ricans, love a little candy girl
+Caramel cover girl, love the way your body twirl
+French vanilla cream, body work is mean
+Chocolate fudge make a nigga wanna fall in love
+
+[Verse 3: Cappadonna]
+Yo, I love my dick-size, like I love women and shit
+My head grew over these years, now I got a nice dick
+Beauty mark right on my balls, girl, have a nice lick
+Cute in the face, hair-do, you got some nice lips
+Pussy monkeys holdin' my cock, just like it's vice grips
+Part down the crack of your ass, your frame is priceless
+Butter-butter caramel swirl, chocolate chip
+French vanilla sundae girls, banana split
+Cum drip down in your chin, right on your soft tits
+Put your hand gently in mine, give me a soft kiss
+What's really good? Girl, slip me your number
+You blowin' up, and your lookin' Ice Cream this summer
+Better than Beyonce, Halle Berry and them
+Honey, you lookin' scrumptous, I ain't worried 'bout them
+You my straight hood chick, girl, you more than a gym
+You got that fat tight pussy like Notorious KIM
+Butter-butter caramel swirl, chocolate chip
+French vanilla sundae girls, banana split, uh..
+
+[Hook: Raekwon]
+Ayo, butter pecan Ricans, love a little candy girl
+Caramel cover girl, love the way your body twirl
+French vanilla cream, body work is mean
+Chocolate fudge make a nigga wanna fall in love
+Ayo, butter pecan Ricans, love a little candy girl
+Caramel cover girl, love the way your body twirl
+French vanilla cream, body work is mean
+Chocolate fudge make a nigga wanna fall in love
+**************************************************
+Last Trip to Scotland[Intro: Raekwon]
+Yo, what up, what's good?
+Yeah, nigga, hold this money right here, yeah
+We already got them mapped out, you know
+Alright, don't even stress it
+Niggas got mad coke inside the Luvs pampy
+Luvs Pampers box, nigga
+Them niggas is stupid
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+That nigga pussy doing pig latin, he can't come to the hood
+Might kill him off top up in the Staten
+Son think he better than niggas, I think his rebels is resentful
+Tried to kill him in his rental
+He had an Idi Amin approach, hitting the roach
+Had a hunger face, he drove his moms Seven in the ocean
+It's a wild cowboy sling heroin, who rock the dead arm
+Knocked the DEA agent out his Cheron
+All his Eli's, macheted up, stainless --
+You never heard nothing, all you hear is the guns blaze
+Rocking pastel blazers, with a shorty from Iceland
+Who old dad put him up on rice and
+Starving to make a wack debut, he came through the lobby
+Three coacher Devilles with him, a whitey, it's pathetic
+Ragged monkey face, faggot dead it
+Coming through the stairs with blow in his mouth, desperate
+Watching him looking stupid, son know we on foot patrol
+Come through the hole, niggas is spooking
+Seven hundred shots, all leather gloves, six thugs
+Two had a mask on, he took 'em off what
+We got you now, nigga, blowing you down, niggas is foul
+This is trauma king, by any means, blaow
+They pushed his face in, fell out his Saucony's, snatched his homeys
+Took his Glock, you gon' be my tenderoni?
+
+[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
+Uh!
+Metal exchanges, the hood's the gun range
+Everybody's a target depending on how you aim
+Dice games and ice chains, pendant spelling your name
+OG's setting the wrong example, tellin' the same
+Look at Shorty Shitstain, grew up to be a fucking mess
+Before his clique came, he bang and never tucked his chest
+Closet full of them thangs, he caught the gun connect
+Riding 'round with ''A'' and ''Lil' Nino'' and they want respect
+Son cool, Nino want the show
+Everybody know they straight shippin' hood bitches to the bungalow
+Pillow talkin' let the birds hawk it
+Chattin' bout what happened, and when and what they coming back in
+Champagne slackin', traffickin' while they travel
+Word got back the old time friends and snakes rattled
+Two different 'burbans, but the one that dropped the birds got tailed.. Information for the ones that like to steal, got mailed
+Pussy power made the plans sour
+Apartment full of party powder, outside a stakeout for hours
+Click clacks from big gats and rags
+Soon as the door squeaks they runnin' up on the grass
+Bang, flash! Shots ride on path of broken glass
+Comedy laughs, while they haul ass with the bags
+Legends in my hood played back, twin Benzes whippin' in black
+And that was like the old Maybach
+**************************************************
+86' (Remix)[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Ayo, ayo
+Wood green jacket in the clapper
+Catch me inside Mojito City with a stretched plump actress
+Grabbin her thong, the light-skinned Nia Long
+Rich niggas way back, the bitch do John
+Why would you ever wanna be here?
+Guns bigger than me here
+I'm like the centipede, three pair
+Wallabees, first pair ferocious
+Guns from Scotia, everybody know I flow like oceans
+Truck little pieces, how we gonna eat this?
+I walk around fly, high, telekinesis
+And my lady, a well known designer who fell in line with me
+And all she do is sell LV
+We in the grow house, trees look alone
+I built the Dutch Master train set kid, relax, you home
+And watchin' Carmelo and the Knicks go in
+I'm playin' my square, I'm in the front row, my bitch roll in
+That's not wifey, that's a lover
+She gave me some top, but how we met, she was alone with my brother
+Givin twenty-year veteran good dick, came to my senses
+Stay strong like old man in dentures
+Winter time rockin' a fox, hangin' with Bruno Mars, The LOX
+Sting, yo, Nas' pops
+We gettin' honies, Rat Pack clique in my gunny
+Blowin' two Ls, Ocean Eleven this money
+Floss stays coolin' on them horses
+Hoppin' over logs, long Polo boots, ownin' them Porsches
+Maxin' king, everything' Gucci
+Just like the suits I play Saturday to stay in Jacuzzis
+Brother Man, I'm floatin' to mother lands
+And came back with ounces of gold, wrapped inside rubber bands
+Hangin' in McCormick & Schmitz
+Doin' my OG thing, slangin' some 'caine in the mix
+
+[Chorus: Altrina Renee]
+I'll be flying to the islands when it's cold outside
+Matching furs, his and hers, got matchin' black cars
+On my life, livin' right, baby, love is no limit
+Life's good either way, 'long as you in this
+
+[Verse 2: AZ]
+Uhh, from bullet holes and graffiti
+Bein' low to exposin' money rolls on the TV
+Clothes on neatly, cologne switchin' weekly
+Women chose, now need to be told how to treat me
+Discreetly, used to dick 'em down just for GP
+Freaky, now I worth a fortune on Phoebe's
+Easy, went from 22s on the shoes
+And just chill with the factory feel, I'm still cool
+Refuel, fresh from the era, Lo-sweater, cold weather
+Used to beef if Ra' or Kane flow better
+Forever, Larry Davis live, be obliged
+For those broads bein' blessed to absorb a nigga vibe
+Reside, in various places
+Some spacious, others is basic
+But the face lift, escalates it
+Persuasive, polly with many, but not friendly
+Cop Balenci', fly Versa' and rock Fendi
+And he, came from the bottom, no problem
+Nothin' surprise me, niggas try but can't size him
+Possum, me and the missus, gourmet dishes
+Instagramin' our pictures under chandelier fixtures
+Scriptures, script from the heart
+My pit's dark, chess players keep what I peep, I pick apart
+My wiz is sharp, wine and dine when it's time
+Line for line, leavin' that crime shit behind
+The world is mine, suited and booted, so secluded
+Leaving 'em clueless, this is how thorough niggas do this.. huh
+Quiet Money, Ice Water
+
+[Chorus: Altrina Renee]
+I'll be flying to the islands when it's cold outside
+Matching furs, his and hers, got matchin' black cars
+On my life, livin' right, baby, love is no limit
+Life's good either way, 'long as you in this
+**************************************************
+Radiant Jewels[Intro: Raekwon]
+Chef, let’s do it
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Criminal kingpins, gangstas and cheap friends
+Actors, vixens, niggas put your kicks in
+Blood money when we hawking, ackward gun that go around curves
+Bullets braze niggas with coffin, yo
+Watch how to rhyme with hammers, I got two mens
+That don't speak English, shooting game's bananas
+Down in Spain, my bangles, clusty, checking my swings
+Trillians on, yo, cuffing my jeans
+Broad day, yo, body another, my microphone is like
+Blow 'caine, one, pull the trees, you love us, yo
+So killers be cool, pimps, read rules
+When a grown man is rapping, it's Ill Street Blues
+Striving, nigga, with one side
+Don't go against totally rent shit, nigga, baby gonna die
+Yeah, bank robbers armored up, gear like the boys in Heat
+DeNiro told one soldier keep quiet
+
+[Interlude: Cormega]
+Aiyo, word to mother
+Ya'll niggas better bring ya selfs son, word
+
+[Verse 2: Cormega]
+When Pun was packing a mack in back of the Acura
+I was dealing in them buildings, it wasn't no cameras
+The witness savages, snitching was hazardous, now it isin't
+Shit is embarrasing, fuck a flow, this is a lyrical aquaduct
+Sink or swim for what I'm hearing you bagging up
+Lyte like the MC, I'm 'paper thin', you tripping
+I'm taking trips, your eyes don't lie, take a glimpse
+Into my life, you see me blazing clips, with the green to make it rich
+With a team that'll scrape the Knicks, and a v that's crazy quick
+I came to wear my Yankee fitted, represent for greatness
+It's lyrical elevation, causing mental stimulation
+If I'm getting too deep, I give you a minute to take in
+My jewels radiant, like a view of the Caymans
+And thinking you seeing me, who you playing with?
+Cor, Mega, raw forever
+Fell back, pause, fell off? Never
+
+[Interlude: Sean Price]
+P! Shaolin, what up?
+
+[Verse 3: Sean Price]
+Aiyo, listen giraffe neck niggas, I blast techs
+Alejandro, came through with the Mexican Aztecs
+Rap smack niggas on a whole different aspect
+Homey, owe me dough, that's how we fucked up his last check
+Three train Saratoga, train stop, nigga been
+Metro part with the plan, make major figures
+Foul flagrant, two shots, give me the ball back
+You got shot, get off my ball sack
+You not hot, give me a call back, niggas is all wack
+Super doopa stupid, get drugs and I fall back
+P, ain't a problem that the God can't handle
+I set it off First Blood, Sean John Rambo
+Whoooo, as you can see, I'm focused
+Boot Camp for life, fuck the G.I. Joe shit
+Boot Camp is an Army, better yet a Navy
+Marine Air Force Ones, nigga, the shit's crazy, don't play me
+**************************************************
+A Pinebox Story[Verse One]
+A metal rock hit his face with a rush
+They pistol-whipped him, shot him with his Dutch
+He lost all his trust
+Smoking Dutch, choking in his lust
+Living out his lies, so one day he stole a pair of nuts
+Tried to go hard, that’s the wrong song
+He should’ve just jetted, Moet in his mind up was wrong
+He could’ve made it but he waited, hesitated
+Laying on a bitch, they caught him right in front of his Moms
+They did him extra dirty, stripped him, tied his hands to his Vans
+Them old school niggas left a victim
+His blooded waist, broken arm, cut him in his face
+I heard the chants, he don’t deserve life, let him lamp
+Choking him, poking him, hitting him with all kinds of knobs
+Left him soaking, ?? all in his mouth
+He was out, they broke him up, knocked him out
+Three times then threw him in a slouch
+They took his sneakers and his beeper
+Where’s Theresa? Snatched the reefer
+That bitch is next, catch you on the sequel
+Swollen eyes, his face was pulverized
+Trying to be a hustler, two ounces he want to mobilize
+Dumb dummy, no team, he barely had money
+Flying around, old ass Jag, buying blow from me
+Ski mask robbing, jean wearing ho sweetass
+**************************************************
+All I Got is You Pt. II[Intro: Raekwon]
+Straight up, c'mon Bub, I need you dun
+Yo, Straight up y'all
+Yo Ghost I love you man
+You know how we do this right here
+We do this for our family
+See you soon kid
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+The greatest thing a kid could have
+To chill with his family, sit back laying on his Dad
+Props go out, next thing you know Pops roll out
+Moms cussed him out, "get the fuck out"
+Couldn't understand it, feelings turning to hard granite
+Now she a one single parent
+Growing up on welfare, she might need healthcare
+That made me feel no one else cares
+Moms is a part of my life forever
+Getting drunk that's her business guess that's stormy weather
+Fish and grits, twelve o' clock midnight pissed
+Stop crying Ma take a kiss
+Take care of ya brother and sis
+Something happen to me I miss ya better be offic
+She meant that shit, every mouthful accurate
+Took me to school be immaculate
+Taught by the best, remember stress
+A ghetto agenda that's how we rest
+Don't let 'em play with your emotions
+Lotioning me, little money in my vest
+Damn, Mom going through it, still holding me through it
+Sneaker money fucked up, yo
+Yeah when Granddaddy died, I know you didn't see me cry
+Held it in, it hurted Ma a lot
+Remember, Bucs had me in a tux
+Went to beef stake Charlie's had my first pay cut
+Yeah, loving you always
+Screaming on janitors in hallways "It's my son" always
+Caught me in the crib yo, smoking
+Sat me down heart broken
+Hoping the phase had me open yo
+You like, hey yo, for real
+You like loving you for life it's only right
+Strong yourself we make it
+Weak minded you naked
+The pain and hurt I can't take it
+Plus my Uncle in jail, that's your brother go see him
+He look forward to it like mail
+You my ace, you the lady in the place
+You ain't a waste, we just trapped inside a low-life place
+Trust me I'm gonna work hard
+Tattoo my body, throw it on top where I got scars
+
+[Break: Reakwon]
+See it son, start crying
+
+[Outro: Big Bub]
+* singing til the end *
+**************************************************
+Walk Wit Me[Intro: Raekwon w/ others]
+*sniff* Yo, boo, calm down, man
+Chill 'fore you break your nose, man
+What up, what up, king (yo what's going on?)
+(Yo, oh, who the fuck is this?)
+(Yo, walk this bitch outta here, man)
+(Her hands is all white and shit, looking all crazy)
+Fingerprints all over the refrigerator
+You fake ass Gucci wearing nigga!
+Yo, girl, chill chill, come on, man
+Just give me papi number, man, for real, man, you playing
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+I'm on the crisp blue yacht, with my hand on the twat
+With a Commodore CD, a bottle of stock
+On a green rug, GG's on it, a mean snub
+Bad little Asian, named Asia, my love
+Had connects, plus fame favorite flick, Black Rain
+Pinky finger rocked up, giving me brain
+Like Griselda's little flame, ran with her for forty months
+Came home, her estate was insane
+Vuitton toilet paper, Polo walls, Jimmy Choo
+Pots and pans, this broad had a horse
+Cash it in, yo, Masta, live with me, take it all
+You can have whatever, five hundred leathers
+Bruno Mag' sweaters, Gucci rain boots
+Brook Brothers, New Eras, jew killers
+New line sponsored by fellas, catch 'em in the hall balling
+I thought about it, whatever
+
+[Hook: Raekwon (sample)]
+(Walk with me) Relax and get your facts right
+(Walk with me) You know we only getting cash in the fast life
+(Walk with me) Living, giving my all, I give it back, right
+(Walk with me) We die, we die together, this the last night
+
+[Verse 2: Raekwon]
+CNN watching, ESPN friend
+Coat shopping, lochness, smothered up, god damn
+Boo living it good, Aspen, the color of wood
+On the outside, vibe is good
+Knowing I'm hood, I should, escape project life
+Run with my rifle, live in the woods
+Grow a rugged beard, and chill, poppa real
+Poppa eat, poppa a rolling stone, for real
+This the deal, chill, this how we live in the Hill
+Kill a nigga for me, kill or be killed
+Share that money and still, when it's time to reveal
+You never met me, but respect me, you will
+Dinosaur wheels we peel, skated with the fly seals
+She broke out, died in Brazil
+Met her younger cousin Nil', you looking for birds, right?
+Yeah, my cousin said you real, you gotta
+
+[Hook: Raekwon (sample)]
+(Walk with me) Relax and get your facts right
+(Walk with me) You know we only getting cash in the fast life
+(Walk with me) Living, giving my all, I give it back, right
+(Walk with me) We die, we die together, this the last night
+
+[Verse 3: Raekwon]
+Oh shit, Goldschläger in the gold dagger in a gold Acura
+A gold Phantom pulled up, yo, go backwards
+They had a package on 'em, hold half a bit, it's half rough
+But still, I got me forty traffickers
+Riding through Manhattan tough, got my mavericks up
+We on, rolling thirty deep in the gadget trucks
+Spending magic bucks, fuck around, get an Aston truck
+Fly around, fucking actress sluts
+We been clashing with the masses, what
+Put the gasses up, flame 'em out his lab, splash him up
+That's how we get it on, that's what's up
+Don't ever wrassle us, you might get shackled in your castle, what
+Play with the boys, that's the stuff
+I'm talking bout, niggas they die, faster than a pastor fuck
+Seeing 'em mourn me, flash a buck
+Pull a bulb out, like Con Ed, keep it on a massive hush
+
+[Hook: Raekwon (sample)]
+(Walk with me) Relax and get your facts right
+(Walk with me) You know we only getting cash in the fast life
+(Walk with me) Living, giving my all, I give it back, right
+(Walk with me) We die, we die together, this the last night
+
+[Outro: Raekwon]
+Come on, man, word up, let 'em talk
+Put this bag out, and after that, take it to heed
+Man, I see you in a minute, chill
+You got to lay on the other side of the fucking wall for you
+Word up, this the nigga face, man, I only got four million, man
+Straight up, last thing I heard, the nigga grandmother was in Argentina
+I want her too, for real, for real, we ain't playing no games, man
+The nigga like to shop and floor shine
+He stay on 44th, catch the nigga by Delancey, too
+For real, I got his baby pictures and everything
+Word up, his cousin, his cousin is a security guard at Barnes/Nobles
+For real, his little nephew, his little nephew work in the
+Muthafucking fish store
+Up in, 138th and Harlem, man...
+This all the money for today, man
+A lot of paper came in today, a lot of Franklins
+Bring the other bag, son, yeah, hold it, huh
+Toaster head nigga, get the fuck off of me
+**************************************************
+Luxury Rap[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Uhh, yeah, what up, Lord?
+This the Terrordome, where niggas get tied up, Beretta blown
+Or whip the vanilla 200X Lebanon
+Doofie gauge, .38s, 300 rebels strong
+Out in Grenada, chilling snow pebbles on prosperous
+Hugh Heff's who fucking his steps
+Favorite color purple, we would circle the jets
+He talk base, in a I-8 racing clear doors we face
+In life, in trying to get away from these whores
+Or rolling uptown in gambling stores
+Stealing clothes in Macy’s, running out with like five, six Velours
+Thug couple Rugby boys who get fly and break jaws
+And take papes the stakes is yours
+
+[Verse 2: Fred The Godson]
+Rae told me victory's unexpected
+They hating on my chain, misery from a necklace
+See my YouTube and hear me spitting, know I'm reckless
+First nigga ever selling metaphors on Craig's List
+Fred shit, they on it, no matter what's the joint
+You the Hornets, you lost Chris Paul, what's your point?
+I could spit a freestyle and be on
+This beat feel like I should rhyme with some Wallabies on
+I would be wrong if I told everybody get your weight up
+It's back to the real shit, that wave up, phase up
+If he owe me dough, I hope that he pay up
+Hand on that trigger when that finger roll, he'll lay up, ha
+Wait up, just homicide humor
+I could've bodied you sooner, I just provided the rumor
+Whatever he rhyming on, I'll bring it to you
+I'm a phenomenon, Travolta with the tumor, Fred
+
+[Verse 3: JD Era]
+Blowing exotic kush, watermelon flavor, no seeds
+Burn it by the O-Z, imported from O-T
+Export it from T-O, salute to the OG
+Flips is high risk, but the moves is low key
+Young hustlers, dreaming about awards and tours
+The world is ours, and any store accepting the credit card
+Bought her: fly boosters, designer shades, and all that
+Hit it in the back, then fell back in the callback
+I’m busy chasing paper on the cash rule major
+All we do is see numbers like an old school pager
+Double your wager, we busy clocking like Flavor
+Time waits for no man, man don’t be a hater
+Land of opportunity, keep your mule and forty acres
+I’d rather forty mill and own a piece of the Lakers
+Dancing with devils, and two stepping with saints
+We young, black, and getting it, everything that you ain’t – ever
+**************************************************
+Brazil[Raekwon]
+Why are zyl frames on me? Good Nike, yeah
+True, alotta chains on, this is how we do the thing, enlight me
+Clubbed out, bugged out, this is what them thugs bout
+Bust off shotties, knock niggas mother's out
+Roll in them renters in winter
+Too much bones, get bent up
+The sword'll eat up your chrome for dinner
+We tasting VS's, very special Cognac since G.S.'s
+Now we leaning Louis sneakers and C.L.S.'s
+I'm far from your average rapper, yeah Shallah, hit with an actor
+Cutting through your time, then slap ya
+Yo, you see me on them Smack shits, all of my Skittles on
+In black whips, living comfortable in some glass cribs
+Word to Jabari, my junior, only two years old
+Swimming with the sharks, I'mma feed you tuna
+Your pops been a whale since jail
+Was taking niggas out to Brazil
+
+[Ill Bill]
+Where carnivale mamis is ill
+Take me to Paul Wall, buy me a grill
+I got groupies, buying me Gucci's and exclusive Nike's, it's real
+I stay biz in the kitchen with the Chef Rae-Kwiz
+It's either five mill or I'mma have to take they kids
+I figured out how to rape the system
+I made more than your album budget off of a freestyle on this mixtape
+A hustler that understand dollars and cents
+I get blowjobs from runway models in France
+The rap Burt Reynolds, when I married the world trembles
+Producing earthquakes, turning ya stone hedge to pebbles
+The life we chose, the path we lead
+And none of us'll see heaven, that's our own guarantee
+Never rat on your friends, always keep your mouth shut
+The back of the Benz, put this in your mouth, slut
+I saw, I conquered, I came and I'm out
+Laid it out all on the tonsils, then skeet in her mouth
+**************************************************
+The Wild (Intro)[Intro]
+Yeah, back at it, right?
+In rap mode again
+Ill wild dimension where
+We do this to the maximum skill level
+That literature gotta light shit up
+The Wild...The Wild right, the jungle with no rules
+We run this forest bitch, we live by the water
+We eat the fruits nigga and we speak the prophets that empowers strong prophecies
+King Lex...
+This album is dedicated to the honorable Mel Carter
+Rest in Palaces, kid... The Wild
+That's what it is
+We're tryna take all the fly shit
+Play like this...
+**************************************************
+Bird Chirp[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+That nigga be snitching
+They got the nerve to call him a pitcher
+If it was my time niggas would get ya
+Throw the Cannon on your picture
+Nigga freeze, come out the V's and hand me that watch
+I know you got cheese, you's just a mixture
+A homo, that logo that you shine'n is a no-no
+Be carful, sleep with the po-po's yo
+It's like it's just Easter
+If you was deceased just cleat ya
+You might get slapped with the meat cleaver
+Don't run the streets neither
+You can't shop with your bitch either
+No dirty franks, no bras, not even cheeba
+Go ahead get movie caught up, please son
+They might find you in the ?
+A dick in your mouth, two franks stiff in the freezer
+You never had respect, you had Visa's
+You come through the hood, Jesus
+There go this nigga with pieces
+I should've just shot you for cheese sticks
+Eat a dick you bitch, nigga reach
+I got you just breathe bitch
+You won't get the front on Rich, I got cheese bitch
+
+[Outro: Raekwon]
+Word up, cause we coming to get you nigga
+Believe me, you won't be able to take a cab nowhere nigga
+For real, cause we gone be on you nigga, Ha haa
+Word up, word up, honey mustard ass nigga
+Ha ha ha haa, doing all that rat-tat-tat'n
+Stop it man, word up man
+This right here is protected by some real niggas man
+With big hammers and big money man, word up
+So, jus-jus-just move away from here man, y'knahmean
+We don't wanna have to come and get you and make you leave man
+Word up man, for real, and I'm back man
+I'm on some real heavy armored, Truck-Truck
+Armored car shit nigga, remember
+Ya'll know what the fuck we do boy
+Word up, it's on, yaknawhatimsayin?
+**************************************************
+State of Grace[Intro: Tony Montana "Scarface" sample]
+It's those guys, man
+It's the fucking bankers, the politicians
+They the ones, don't wanna make coke illegal
+So they can make the fucking money
+And then they get the fucking votes
+You fighting the bad guys, they the bad guys!
+
+[Intro: RZA (Raekwon)]
+Trash... yes!
+(And close the fucking door, man) Wu-Tang!
+(Fucking idiots, man) Aiyo, Chef, bodododododododododododo....
+(Stand... shit man, fuck these motherfuckers, come on, man)
+Nigga what!
+
+[Raekwon]
+Cream vanquish, my queen keeps it's stainless
+Cracks and Brussels, screwing everything famous
+Love to hustle, my ring, call it big Uranus
+Cats that scuffle, crawl on you and break fingers
+That's what's up, some saw me in them bone rangers
+Me and my homey, we bought like forty things up
+Long as you owe me, you won't get a damn thing, son
+Shoot off your kangol, while you in the plane, fronting
+Stop, admire me, ya'll should of fired me
+Cause when I come back, it's me and my diary
+None of that bullshit, few men got tired of me
+My niggas is wrong, they hated, and they lied to me
+Explain the saga, fuck yo, your chain liver
+Fuck the blinging, have my money by five, to me
+Ya'll 'pose to bring it, fuck you and your whole variety
+I'm bringing my hammers, I beat it like, five to three
+
+[Hook: Raekwon]
+Jealous ass niggas can't see they man prosper
+They'd rather see me in a broke down fuckin' Mazda
+Don't disrespect me, son, you will get popped up
+My resume's off the hook, now, check mi casa
+Yeah, call it, what you wanna call it
+My bread is larger, nigga, you can never spoil it
+Thought you was loyal, now a nigga can't support you
+Blastin' you up, and off me, now you look rewarded
+
+[Raekwon]
+What's that smell? Rat piss and possum pussy
+Bitch don't yell, I'm not impressed, don't push me
+I'm back with some haters, they wipe shit and blast pussies up
+Bloody ya blazer, take all your man cush weed
+Yeah, I'm coming just to claim a title
+Rap is boring, niggas need another idol
+When I'm gone, just let off like forty rifles
+Aiming at rappers, biting off the God's bible
+I destroy you, lyrically, I spit oil
+This is war, you can never escape, conio
+Ya'll some lamesters, never seen a yard soiled
+When it's on, now we gon' see who's loyal
+Yeah, yeah, I'm coming, yo, to get it from you
+Place that crown in the garbage, or you sitting on
+A few things mattered, you was just a corner don
+That got shot dead like Malcolm in the Audubon
+
+[Hook]
+**************************************************
+Silver Rings[Intro: Raekwon]
+Niggas is sitting around, selling it for money
+What the fuck is that? Chill chill what up?
+Stop playing, man, man, you know what it is, man
+Fuck that, you know what it is, yo, nigga what up?
+Where that money? Man, yo, yo, yo, come here!
+Stop acting like you don't know, you already know
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Indian head, jewelry
+Out in Egypt with the wrists of fury
+Spanking bracelet, rocking Asics
+Trick bandit, Ghost is brick granite
+At the U.S. Open with my whole len, slapping up fifty scramblers
+Niggas said the II was classic, a lot of crack is in the game, yo
+But your shit is the only 'lastic
+C.R.E.A.M. rap, militant flow, combination with Swahilian dough
+Guaranteed we dose that, in the beast like pizzas
+All I know is reefer and street stuff
+Stay fly, moving in fleece, what?
+Traveling the continents with confidence
+Cuban Linx III coming, don't know when, but the time is running
+
+[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]
+By any means on, Ron O'Neal lean on
+Freestyle, you want it from Ghost? Then throw C.R.E.A.M. on
+Suited up, smelling like Fahrenheit with jeans on
+Knock the rice out a wedding, come and get your bling on
+Next winter we in log cabins, more baggage, more savage
+Central Park killas, that equals more stabbings
+You read the papers, more horrors like Amityville
+Profanity kills, you like lint on a raggety silk
+We rock bulls, rock jewels, you heard the interludes
+Blow up beds in a fifty yard swimming pool
+Jumping out of planes for dough, Gucci parachutes
+Abdul Raheem written across is the Ashtabu'
+Suede loafers, 'Lo scarves, my little grandson want
+The 20-10 Mercedes-Benz go kart
+So he can pull out the lollipop keys on 'em
+His pops'll push the Bugatti drop V on 'em
+Stampede on 'em, Rap Playoffs got a three-nothing lead on 'em
+Sparking MC's like we quoting our degrees on 'em
+**************************************************
+Every Soldier in the Hood[Hook: Raekwon]
+To every soldier in the hood, go in
+To every real nigga holding, keep your ones on folding
+Take it from a ninja and scribe, stay alive
+Keep rolling, and keep your guns on swollen
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Aiyo, joint loaded, Lotus, big chain cobras
+Cloth the certain way, notice
+My style's new now, with generals luau, drugs, guns
+Chilling on the cool out, don't make me pop you, this is not cool
+Guaranteed to give you something that works, you're dumped in the dirt
+Shitting up blood, fingers is burnt
+Many cycles when you fight in my walls, it's like Michael and the Bulls
+See a flying piece of iron, no lying
+No fib and no bullshitting, the shines is forbidden
+We like Crouching Tiger, you just a fucking kitten
+Bout to get that wig re-open and then smoked in
+Bitches is watching, snatch you in the open, yo
+Twenty-four, seven, we legends, the myth, the riff the gift
+Shaolin bounded with more whiff
+Clap 'em with them get down boys, we call them the niggas
+Who want it with us, we the belt holders in the business
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2: Method Man]
+Yo, ay, the streets be calling and shit
+A lot of veterans be calling it quits
+They be calling my flow ill, but still I'm never calling in sick
+This is Meth Man, New York niggas calling me piff
+Fuck the cops that be calling me Cliff, flag me down on the Concord
+Police dogs all up in my whip
+I get cake, women all in mix, they wanna jump in the six
+And groupie niggas wanna jump in your flicks
+We live the life, Scarfaces and guns, I used to fight for crumbs
+Throw an ace, kick the dice and run
+Plead your case, you ain't nice as son, I got the drive to win
+So where you niggas get your license from?
+Bite an ear, Mike Tyson, uh, that means dough and my nose itch
+And coke fiends is blowing they noses
+My team got cream and you know this
+So nigga get yours, before the door to opportunity closes
+
+[Hook]
+**************************************************
+Ill Figures[Intro: Raekwon]
+When I write my lyrics, it's like, it's like
+I want my shit to be phat, I want people to be able to understand
+Yo, Anybody can rhyme, youknowhatimsaying
+But it's what you saying that makes a person know about you
+Knowhatimsaying, you know the type of person you is
+So it's like really, I'm just more of just
+Being a street narrator (aiyo, what up, famo?)
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Reefer lit, love hip hop, the gangstas got me like the broccoli
+Brooklyn baby cooling at a swat meet
+Real niggas wanna meet me, ladies wanna eat me
+Money clean Mercedes claim, baby, beat me
+Love getting dressed up, sweats and techs
+Ride around the hood, good, getting Gotti respect
+Hand is golden, an OG rolling and holding, yo
+Fresh kicks, soft leather, pockets is swollen
+Let my jam hit your tape deck, it's straight up, and made up
+For every real nigga with his gun on him, hate up
+Flying through the city nights, new flights
+Blue ice, hundred thousand in a Nike bag, license
+Drug shop, I'm sorry, Atari in the Ferrari
+Next see the Lex A Shallah, La Tam'pa
+Eating yo, all of us, scamma gangstas
+You know we honor, tip the kangol, cooling in the brown vengos
+
+[Interlude: Kung fu sample]
+I have never, giving up on a mission
+That's against my honor
+
+[Verse 2: Lil' Fame]
+Duke let me warn you, my niggas crip up
+Them young boys'll run up on you, shoot your whip up
+Brooklyn, nigga, beg for you life
+And my Staten Island homeys lay your ass down on Glaciers of Ice
+Sidewalk executives, live the street life consecutive
+We built for this, go for your gun
+My prospective is, another day in the life, of money and drugs
+Big hammers and slugs, can get ugly as fuck
+
+[Verse 3: Billy Danze]
+From the chest to your man Danze, ey
+Staten Island, said what up, yo, ey
+The homey ODB said what up, though, ey
+We got the Chef on deck as if you didn't know
+It's sharp as fuck, Wu, that's what up
+Pack it up, wanna rap, wanna rock, what up?
+Wanna pop, get up, fuck around and get your block hit up
+Bring your team and we'll box 'em up
+Think M.O.P. is not what up
+
+[Interlude: Kung fu sample]
+It seems I'm a bit late here
+Don't worry, these men are all gonna die
+
+[Verse 4: Kool G. Rap]
+See from the side where it slum at, dum at, rum at
+Cognac, combat, contact, contrast
+Crom's packing out like Beyonce back
+She bang out a song like the Fonz back
+Bigger things, bring the slangs, slicker than the sharpest pen
+Nigga here, combat, sweet dick Willie T, Rudy Ray Moore game
+Woodgrain all in the board reigns, before rain flooded
+Like storm drains, boss man, bundling raw 'caine
+Fours bang, neighborhood war games
+Get your weight up, you looking anarexic
+Posted on the block proper with the hammer vested
+Bitch came with empty hands, that's the hand she left with
+Thirsty ass with the water and it sounded desperate
+Break a white an hour, based it forty grand invested
+Live within the third rail, you know the man electric
+Shit was like the third world, until I handle metrics, that next shit
+**************************************************
+About Me (Original)[Intro: Raekwon]
+Yeah, ah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+Yeah, ah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+Yeah, ah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+Yeah, ah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+Yeah, you know how we do it
+Turn me up, kid, let's get it popping
+Yo Dre, good looking on this coke, man
+This shit is official
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Aiyo, it's back to business, making them diskettes, pushing sixes
+Rocking wild animals on jackets are sickening
+Hear me? From here to Rockaway to Cali, we flipped this
+Broad day, Chef'll saute, his lyrics is crispy
+Now I got Dre up in the kitchen, Rae stuck in position
+Bout to flame broil his coke and get busy
+What? Politics, pop collars and drive violent whips
+Stay fly, hungry and wise, you know the code, honor it
+Sit back, yelling it's nothing, unless his buttons get pressed
+We don't stress nothing, we only get dressed
+Stretched out, moving professional, frying more fish
+I heard it in slurs, them niggas is blessed
+While we ball to the maximum, give me the floor, for real
+I show off and let my money get stretched
+Take it to a new level, new bezzle, few rebels
+Few wolves with medals on, you know we get test
+
+[Hook: Raekwon]
+Me, nigga, me, that's who, Cash Rule
+You better slow it down, niggas'll smash you, cousin
+Me, nigga, me, pass through, rascals
+Half gorilla, half ape in them track suits, black
+Me, nigga, me, capsules, birds, whips
+Ounces and fifths no licking the glass, duke
+Yeah, yea-yea-yeah, yea-yea-yeah, yeah (yeah)
+I'm here, so it's there, yea-yea-yea-yeah, yeah
+
+[Verse 2: Game]
+Yo, I be on the Island, wildin', stallions under the Phantom hood
+With the V12 growling like Mike Vick's pit bulls, the last one to die
+Probably cried, chinky eyes, heading straight for the dirt
+That's how it is in my hood, Compton, niggas put you under the Earth
+Four-five bulging out that white T-shirt like a hard on
+This block shit is ill, like the nigga that put Raekwon the God, on
+I can drink to that, but all the Patron probably gone
+Chef brought the Hennessey, we start to get our polly on
+Ashy knuckles, taped up veggies in a duffle
+Back to back Beemers, Moss'll play me in a huddle, yeah
+I pop big shit, New York Knick shit
+L.A. Laker paper, Kobe coming off a pick, shit
+I'm the shooter, the marble rip ruger
+Hard tops, we tell stories like Slick Rick the Ruler
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3: Raekwon]
+I'm that live little live nigga up in the Lex
+Swinging through hoods, ratchets and a couple Gillette's
+Peoples is straight, can't tell me nothing, we cake
+Rolling lovely, bricks and white shit up in Mercedes
+I live by the code, I was never a fake
+When it's time to ride, I be in the front with the ace
+Lighting blunts, Marvin Gaye shit, bumping them great
+Glass of Cru', get a writing hand, wiping the paint
+Candy apple shine, all my niggas in the line, pollying
+Everybody jollying, and we straight
+What it do, baby, Wu coming through in that new Mercedes
+Everybody looking like it's Houston, but it ain't
+Staten Island hot boys, pushing them hot toys
+You gon' fuck around and let your woman get you got boy
+Who ripped the fever back in '97, rip the year?
+Who came in Cali after west coast gangstas there?
+
+[Hook]
+**************************************************
+Ferry Boat Killaz[Intro: Raekwon]
+Yo, pass off, man
+You know what it is, man
+It's that shit, yo, Alchemist, what up?
+Good looking
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Ferry Boat killas, Park Hillas, infra red lasers
+On the top of the ceilings, can't sneak by
+Go downs is like blow hounds, we smother the block
+Jumping in front of cars, lending niggas four pounds
+Walk, keep it moving, yo, hop in the range
+I know you real, cuz I raised you, not gon' front on your aim
+We spit together, rocking wrist lights, stunting, right in front of
+The parking lot
+I'm like that shark wearing, lighting, been Niking
+One bling, two bling no, only Boeings
+And trips to Australia, yo, my niggas is smoke fiends
+Fuck in every part of the planet, slam a forty with a salmon
+Hit your ho on target, we family
+These are big niggas, grown men, who travel the world
+Calling global drug dealing niggas, moguls
+Never locals, only courts I now is sober
+And this is real nigga food, Chef giving out his soul food
+
+[Interlude: Raekwon]
+Get a plate, man, for real, man
+Come eat, man
+
+[Verse 2: Raekwon]
+Bulldogs they calling, phantom doors lift up, crawling
+Kiss Shallah hand in the Holland
+Larry and his guns is weird, six hundred onions a year
+No more running, see the morgue, shorty
+Wild nights, crew gunning cats, animal jackets and axes
+Bulletproof buses, forty backs
+Niggas is Romans, then turn around and they gon', then
+Hoods is paro', niggas is logged in
+Channel to channel, hammer to hammer
+Rock a bandana knife like Rambo on the scrambler
+Get high, trust your trigger man, logic is the bigger man
+Get shit done, hit Orlando
+New improved killas is beemer, plasma walls with the ninas
+Stick your arm in the back, you jink
+Thirty seven, three one five, eleven oh nine
+With two T's, it's like rolling up new trees
+
+[Outro: Raekwon]
+Light up, man, light up, man
+Open that nigga, I'mma blow ya, I'mma give ya a hundred, nigga
+Just for that right there, my arm is...
+**************************************************
+Fat Lady Sings[Intro: Raekwon w/ others in background ("Dred")]
+{I'm tired of them muthafuckas down the block
+Every time I come outside, them niggas ---}
+Aiyo, some major station radio {aiyo, come on, hurry up}
+Get the joint, {hurry up, son}, kill all those niggas man
+We going Ricky Retardo on them niggas
+{Everybody just shut the fuck up
+I'm tired of using this muthafucking grenade right now}
+What you seen stupid?
+You don't even know what you talking bout, man
+You fabricating the wrong shit, man
+Both of them niggas were stand up niggas, man
+Niggas went to war! You know how it go
+In order to be a general, nigga, you still gotta be a soldier (Gotta
+Kill ya bloodclot)
+Speak about what happened then, man, for real, fuck it, aiyo --
+Check this out, man, what niggas is doing over here, man?
+(Why you think ya gangsta?) Yo Dred, man, word up, man
+(Why ya'll dont know nothing) This is ours, man, we own all this right here, man
+(Who you? Who ya talk about?) Straight up, man, we know how real it could get
+(Who ya talk to to?) But it's gon' be repercussions
+
+[Verse: Raekwon]
+Punch broke the Dred's jaw, pulled the four out
+And went off, told him that he can't sling his raw
+When he fell, yo, he broke his wrist, his bangles flew off
+His Balley's was scuffed, then he blew a kiss
+Bleeding out the side of his ear, niggas was staring
+And the silk shirt was ripped off, Punch cut his hair
+Razors was bloody, he kept hitting, Dred grabbed his shirt
+Showing his stomach, the kid had zippers on him
+Bitches was flipping, they grabbed Tasha, caught her for a Louis
+Snatched her titties right up out the bitch bra
+No selling over here, Jack, heard the Dred mumble
+'You be dead in a week' then he stumbled back
+Little young Keyon rushed him, yeah, shorty was a vet
+Gillette soldiers, shorty hit the neck
+Blood squirted, look like laundry detergent, the Dred fell out
+Right from there, he gon' need a surgeon
+You ain't dead yet?
+
+[Hook x2: Raekwon]
+The fat lady sings, the fat lady sings, the fat lady sings
+The fat lady sings, the fat lady sings, the fat lady sings
+**************************************************
+Jury[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Yo, we came long ways but we got on
+Yo, holdin' my son's arm
+Make it through the industry calm Lord
+His name Rakim Allah
+Wid a wavy threw on shallah
+Braveheart nigga from start yo
+We all scientific instruments
+I got put on math
+Going through ill consequences
+Running from jakes, running in gates
+Check out the main face
+We gotta gas and erase
+Me not the ambitious one
+I rather be there throw a word or two in
+We here, I know we worth money yo
+Just relax start analyzing
+'Fore you start adding your sales tax
+Took that jewel in ooh 'bout to get large
+Fuck that fucking wit C rules
+Y'all fools, by then 2 rhymes is wrote
+Trying to master my flow
+Gettin' diamonds on the low
+Splash me a boat
+
+[Hook: Kim Stephens]
+What I'm gonna be
+Is something more than anyone could think of me
+Do what you want I'm still gon' live my destiny
+I've got one chance to live my life
+And as long as I'm alive I will make it
+
+[Verse 2: Raekwon]
+Hard work a label was sold yo
+Just trying to take control rock me a Roll
+Block me the goal take my time and build
+Enter The 36 got real people wanna see us
+The word Steeles, your work reflects your life
+Your earth respects you twice
+Commodity advice chill wit the ice
+That's when I caught on
+Sell these niggas the illusion
+And plus live it out on spite
+Yo the block is draining and scary
+A nigga might die out here
+Or be in some jail law library
+Unlawful entry a century
+Fuck I wanna live in jail?
+I'm already in ghetto penitentiary
+Talent made me be involuntary to y'all now
+I just add on and teach one of y'all
+Don't get exiled caught up in the mix
+And loose sight focus first
+And you're forced to go wild yo
+
+[Hook: Kim Stephens]
+What I'm gonna be
+Is something more than anyone could think of me
+Do what you want I'm still gon' live my destiny
+I've got one chance to live my life
+And as long as I'm alive I will make it (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, aiyyo, aiyyo)
+
+[Verse 3: Raekwon]
+Prosperity endangered so many of us
+All the bullshit has got away with murder
+That's why we can see who's real and who's fake
+And who bit off the last nigga tape stole the steak
+Wake up we running outta plans
+The devil inside of him
+Tricknology is in one hand
+Future's so far to see
+The present's how will it be
+The past don't even ask just believe
+Looking in the dictionary
+Trying to spell out hard words
+Define 'em and design 'em
+I shine and curve
+Take this jewel in and conquer me
+I blend it in wit ganja
+Not for the babies it's a mind sponsor
+From the 17 million God raised
+2 million lost slaved
+19 million may we all praise
+So when we wake up
+Let's straighten up and get it together
+For real and keep all getting paper
+
+[Hook: Kim Stephens]
+What I'm gonna be
+Is something more than anyone could think of me
+Do what you want I'm still gon' live my destiny
+I've got one chance to live my life
+And as long as I'm alive I will make it
+
+[Outro: Kim Stephens]
+Do what you want I'm still gon' live my life
+**************************************************
+All About You[Intro]
+Yeah yeah!
+Raekwon Teflon in this motherfucker!
+Yo Stelle what up! what's good?
+Show niggas the power right now!
+
+[Hook: Estelle]
+This is the wrong time - but I wish you were all mine
+I ain't trying to wait, listen to fate
+But what's a man to do?
+Said I'm all confused and you ain't trying to choose
+Whether I win or lose, baby
+Yeah, it's all about you, all about you
+It's all about you
+Said it's all about you, all about you
+Said it's all about you, all about you
+Yeah, it's all about you, all about you
+All about you
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+It been about me, I'm a king from the rip
+My own millionaire style, my swag on dip
+Stay fresh in the freshest places
+Flip papers, fly around, Bugattis and yachts
+Holding knots, C.R.E.A.M relations
+It's like hitting the lotto winning
+More money, more problems you gotta be kidding
+I'd rather sit up in the Bronx and parlay some shit up
+I'm usually breaking down eights and slaying some sit-ups
+Boo, it's tight times, let me hustle
+´Cause everything you want, I'm near with all muscle
+´Cause when I'm in the streets, we eating, more Ruffles
+Then we can play the suits in Vegas, all duffles
+´Cause you the queen, I'm the king, be a rider
+A man with a game plan stressing, ain't a rider
+So let me paint picture, stay crisp, we providers
+We real, realer than real, word to mamas
+
+[Hook: Estelle]
+This is the wrong time - but I wish you were all mine
+I ain't trying to wait, listen to fate
+But what's a man to do?
+Said I'm all confused and you ain't trying to choose
+Whether I win or lose, baby
+Yeah, it's all about you, all about you
+It's all about you
+Said it's all about you, all about you
+Said it's all about you, all about you
+Yeah, it's all about you, all about you
+All about you
+
+[Verse 2: Raekwon]
+Kingpin chef in the town, keep it 100
+Ice on his neck and his arms with more money
+Jump into the 250 Joan, gettin' blunted
+Pockets carry more than a stack, we all frontin'
+Rich black African, dons getting cheddar
+Shorty knows  better, let's blow, bring the Beretta
+Showing off the vault, you walk, nigga, you're welcome
+Or you can stay here and be rich with me and help 'em
+I'm just crazy, fly slick intelligence
+He play high, on the strips, and flip pelicans
+My whole clique is in this bitch, 10 elephants
+Who stay fresher than us? That's irrelevant
+True, yeah, nothing but a G-thing
+Whoa, yo, they be coming through, peep game
+Boo, I know it's over baby, keep playing
+Oops, I'm out of energy, street king
+
+[Hook: Estelle]
+This is the wrong time - but I wish you were all mine
+I ain't trying to wait, listen to fate
+But what's a man to do?
+Said I'm all confused and you ain't trying to choose
+Whether I win or lose, baby
+Yeah, it's all about you, all about you
+It's all about you
+Said it's all about you, all about you
+Said it's all about you, all about you
+Yeah, it's all about you, all about you
+All about you
+**************************************************
+Fuck Them[Intro: Method Man]
+Yo, yo, yo, yo
+Fuck you
+
+[Chorus x2: Method Man]
+What you wanna be when you grow up, you wanna be thugs
+You wanna be pranksters, you wanna sell drugs
+You wanna be gangsters
+That's what silly boys are made of
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Aiyo; aiyo; Coogies and forty seven flavors, display swade gators
+We coming through to blaze neighbors
+Meet mark and pardon me to heat mark, a dutch spark it
+Lex Leonardo arts profit
+Apple cranberry mixed with Cristal, fan worry
+Desert mountain crib in the ground, we arsonists
+One point five a liter, take a taste, splash your heater
+Smack your face twice, clap your sneakers
+Shit is like a mission to Mars, fishing for bars
+Taking what's ours, knowledge the car pa
+Don't be stupid, get a little cash better swoop it
+Throw it in the ground and recoup it
+Next check was best, your family pack your shit
+Get vexed, leave a nigga standing in a bag of leaves
+Some niggas catch on later, try to put them on they haters
+I met eighty of them niggas yo
+Waiting on the sidelines drooling, some need schooling
+Let me teach yo and roll a student what
+Rule one: yo respect if you lose son
+Don't be big back about to learn to move dunn
+All hell to niggas in jails with sharks in they fishtanks
+Now he come home he a whale
+Wolves in the projo's, projo's yo
+We realer up in my shows yo middle finger 5-0s
+Take time to climb vines yo
+Lay on the lines like Laury only loving Rae kind
+Sun splash cash laying like three bags of hash
+Fully wrapped in a Indian man's stash
+
+[Chorus x2: Method Man]
+What you wanna be when you grow up, you wanna be thugs
+You wanna be pranksters, you wanna sell drugs
+You wanna be gangsters
+That's what silly boys are made of
+
+[Verse 2: Raekwon (Method Man)]
+Aiyo, get up, Lex should be bragging
+Get it up, fuck shorty got cream in a mean truck
+Prop-ness she holler like the Loch Ness
+He large rock this, fresh Ferrari in a drop six
+Fro's, yo talking about the dough on his clothes
+Glaze is crushed up poking on rolls yo
+Oh yeah and maybe getting cream
+See what I mean black queen, stop actin' like crack fiends and
+Brawl we wanna thank all of y'all
+Play the wall hype checking how this lady walks stay hawking
+Grab the remain, divorce, shame came to yours
+We like green, rock the same game plan, ours (Yo, Yo)
+
+[Verse 3: Method Man]
+Ladies and gentlemen, you're about to see
+A pastime hobby about to be
+Taking to the next degree
+By M-E-F and the bloody Chef Boyardee
+Watch out bitches is too nosey, backhand slapping the phoney
+Got to walk it off can't mosey, who got you open up
+Crack pipe still smoking, face frozen
+Coke straw sticking out your nose and D
+Proposing that you bleed on the Chef apron
+My thing hold down the play-pen and say the nursery rhymes they making
+Come on now, shit's too real, fuck you and now your man feel
+Time don't stand still for y'all bitches
+Wanna Big Ball, I got two for you to juggle in your jizzals
+I'm losing it now, going to pieces like a jigsaw
+Aiyo, she multi-colored like a rainbow
+Mr. Meth and the Cuban Link kiddo
+On tracks we connect, politic ditto, take that to that
+
+[Chorus x2: Method Man]
+What you wanna be when you grow up, you wanna be thugs
+You wanna be pranksters, you wanna sell drugs
+You wanna be gangsters
+That's what silly boys are made of
+**************************************************
+Yae Yo[Intro]
+We doing this baby
+Oh shit! What the fuck happened
+Nah man, Nah
+Nah this what I'ma do
+I'ma get on the phone one time
+Stupid, yo, eh-yo, eh-yo
+
+[Verse]
+Why this shit ain't cooking up right
+Papi told me this is solid white
+Fuck it wrap it up take it back up
+Still in all it's a play out
+Tired of spending money might get them niggas laid out
+Yo, yo Fernando sent me yo
+Stop acting hostile yo
+And yo don't point that shit at me
+Bad enough I gotta come in the crib
+With spanish niggas using languages and shit
+I'm feeling like a dick
+Left the crib with my hand brolic
+This is some bullshit
+Might get knocked take the wrist coward
+Yo Fernando what happened?
+Shit cooking up backwards light up a Backwood
+Don't make me backtrack
+Blew it dime it the llelo lay low
+Saying in my mind, fuck that papi gotta pay off
+Cash rules the Power-Wu chant it
+Yo Louis this ain't our product, this is Carlos family
+Oh y'all wanna play me like a smoker
+Coming out my ice choker
+My man in the back, looking colder
+Papi yo why y'all wanna jucks me
+Yo listen B we got the best clientele since '83
+Fuck it, pull out the pot let's cook it
+Light the stove up
+Julie go to the store get some flour
+Sat back burning a big dutch
+With the crisp 18 shot Glock, stashed in my nuts
+Poured it in the Pyrex sizzling
+Now it start drizzling
+Rainy day murder black won't miss him
+Still I'm yelling this shit is business
+But they still ain't gon' violate
+What I stand for with these drizzers
+He took it off the stove run the water
+Trying to work me yo
+Knew I shouldn't've hit the nigga's daughter
+He mighta showed more love
+Than went in the freezer
+Broke the ice down, pour it in
+We both looking at it on the twirl around particles grew
+Fly Kahlúas is mad sliding Coronas through
+Feeling like Castro's cousin
+Gave them niggas all of my life
+All of my paper all my judgement
+It droppa only like an ounce worth
+Should I just come out my shirt
+Go berserk and let the Macks burst
+Skate off body in the Bronx
+Same shit Gotti was on
+Shallah they gonna get your's play it calm
+Seventeen five was the total plus the five
+Hundred for the cab driver that was rolling
+**************************************************
+Son Of Sam[Intro]
+
+[Hook]
+The sun used to shine on my street, on my street
+The moon was visible at all times
+Light bulbs substituting my moonlight
+Rays of the sun replaced by lamps
+
+[Verse 1]
+Gangsters, buffalos, flexing in bear hats
+We call 'em Russians, New Yorkers'll wear that
+Gambling outside Macy's, me and all these career rats
+Don't know 'em but I'm about to break 'em
+Ice roller bound, rolling in cracks
+Yanks said stack it, this ain't how I get down
+The crowd got silent, heavy face slap
+He slapped his Wis in the face for looking down
+Caesar with the half-moon, large gash wound on his face
+Pretty boy, yo scarred for life
+He ain't a sucker though, this nigga a killer
+Caught his enemies up in the box, ill y'all, did 'em right
+Now he rich, his partner's the real here
+Curly haired Indian who sat in a wheelchair just scheming
+Yeah Don, hop in the BM, come see me
+Before you know it machine guns I'm seeing
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2]
+Rolling yard weed out the jars
+All I see is bag beaches, king, black sand, Wallabee Clarks
+We in intense mad colorful pictures, everybody get nice
+Gift bags for the bitches that's ice
+A-yo the shotty in Alex hand, chill in the foyer
+Give your lawyer this bread and be cool, just stay a warrior
+The East is in the building, bottles with sparkles on 'em
+Yo Rae, I fuck with your waves with the goggles killing
+That's what it is, Manhattan all the way to the Grand Rapids
+We stay stunting with the clappers
+Fishscale parties, commercial niggas bother me
+We just as hard as they come, that's my discography
+Medellín music, part-time Cuban
+Who only eat steaks and grapes, boo how you moving
+Perfectionist, applause, kings cooling, new movement
+Up in the Wraith I'm outta here, peace to Jeweler
+
+[Hook]
+**************************************************
+New Day[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+What's good scientist? talk to me kid, how's life working?
+Keep your money up dead killers murking niggas
+I'm strong been through mountains, I'm like Martin, one Spartan
+Guaranteed to blow up your start week
+My measurements is ordinance, little bit flashy
+Nah, I'm lying I'm all cashmere with glasses
+Yeah I'm flashy, don't come through fronting this shit
+Light a whole big blunt to this shit
+We sit around the table here it goes
+It's yours, mines, his, hers, what? This what it does
+Just keep it in the family, all love
+Lets put the plugs together and cake up, build up the buzz
+I write for real niggas who down, bring your hound with you
+Throw em a jewel with meat on it, now did you
+Analyze it like a 27 inch, give me the wrench
+So we can throw a niggas some heroin and Jane and Finch
+
+[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
+Bitch I'm from the ski mask school house
+Where life stay complicated, intoxicated and gooned out
+And niggas ain't graduated but they can relate with they tool belt
+That 2 for 10 crack stems, needles and spoons out
+Ooh I need some paper, ooh my fingers itching
+I wish that Santa Claus would put a brick under my tree for Christmas
+A new wig for my bitch and two choppers off in my stocking
+Baking soda yola'n locking, you cop then drop the deposit
+Signed my life right on the dotted line, wrote it in blood
+Got my uncle wiping down my tires, sold em a dub
+Niggas know I rap for most of my days, I rap with my plug
+Before I see my platinum album, I see my day with the judge, fuck it
+When I die tell my mama I'm in the mafia
+Ecuadorian chick 'bout to scoop me up from LaGuardia
+A party you wanna stop but you can't give up the sport
+Little stove Pyrex and fork, shouts to East New York, nigga
+**************************************************
+Solid Gold[Chorus: P Wright]
+That don't make you solid (Ah, yeah)
+Solid like gold (Solid like gold)
+You need to let go (Woah)
+Might bust your gun but that don't make you solid
+Solid (Solid like gold, yeah)
+You're hollow inside and I know (Woah, woah)
+It ain't in your design, yeah (It's real)
+Make you solid
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Look hollow on my planet
+The brain's thinkin' from the left
+I'm smilin', but stealin' all our wrong from the Shaolins
+Fly words get sewn together
+You know my energy's a teller
+A fortune make a room in Venezuela
+Blunt's lit, guns on the dick
+We smart, meanest niggas, yo
+A bundle of us, know this the risk
+I shine in many parts, darts is suede
+It's like smooth lemonade
+With a tap of ginger, yes, I'm a ninja
+Regardless of my info, it's meant for
+The solids and the kinfolk
+Sit down, check what your kin wrote, bro
+Knowledge is college, blessings is lessons
+Don't be no dumb-dumb-dummy 'cause that don't...
+
+[Chorus: P Wright]
+That don't make you solid (Ah, yeah)
+Solid like gold (Solid like gold)
+You need to let go (Woah)
+Might bust your gun but that don't make you solid
+Solid (Solid like gold, yeah)
+You're hollow inside and I know (Woah, woah)
+It ain't in your design, yeah
+Make you solid
+
+[Verse 2: Raekwon]
+From blazin' half-moon Caesars in the west with some ends
+They know Shallah, his glow is like fly, fly Benzes
+In the midst with hustler style
+Every corner is trial, stand for somethin' or get caught in the wild
+I used to love gettin' down with the foul
+Pullin' hammers in crowds
+The shit from yesterday I wish I knew now
+It's all bugged out, thugged out
+Some in the mountains and some are slugged out
+Hit with twenty-five, that ain't live
+But still I bow
+Praises due, don't fuck with the haters, dude
+Add on and drop a few major jewels to save a few
+Whether bein' tough and that's how you roll
+Just listen to your brother with the scroll
+Take these blessings and go, bro (What?)
+
+[Chorus: P Wright]
+That don't make you solid (Ah, yeah)
+Solid like gold (Solid like gold)
+You need to let go (Woah, woah)
+Might bust your gun but that don't make you solid (Don't make you solid)
+Solid (Solid like gold, solid)
+You're hollow inside and I know (Woah, woah)
+It ain't in your design, yeah (Woah)
+Solid (Ah, yeah)
+Solid like gold (Solid like gold)
+You need to let go (Woah, woah)
+Might bust your gun but that don't make you solid
+Solid (Solid like gold, solid)
+You're hollow inside and I know (Woah, woah)
+It ain't in your design, yeah (Woah)
+Don't make you solid
+**************************************************
+Prince of Thieves[Intro]
+Goodnight popo
+Goodnight popo
+Goodnight fiends
+Goodnight fiends
+Goodnight hoppers
+Goodnight hoppers
+Goodnight hustlers
+Goodnight hustlers
+Goodnight scammers
+Goodnight scammers
+Goodnight to everybody
+Goodnight to everybody
+
+[Verse 1]
+Prince of thieves, catch me in the trees
+Four long under the sleeves covered in leaves
+Dark nights shooters, Rugers
+Black capes folded over wranglers
+The gold dobermans with keys
+Run the town cracksmiths, we clack kids, we want a ransom
+Or drop 'em out the most just answer
+Who run them niggas who run niggas
+Did somethin', but don't want nothin'
+Just don't cuff 'em, bluff 'em
+Pyramid mansions we give grandsons
+Take 'em out of space, take apes, now go plan some
+Yeah meet me at the end of the road
+Been through the globe
+No hoppin' in and out, this shit is global
+We hood moguls with vocals
+Niggas ride local, never been nowhere
+We drop niggas out in the Poconos
+Yeah a bunch of Rondos with condos
+.45 hollows, ready to slide fly to Chicago
+Eyes closed, money makin' Pablos who slob hoes
+Never, I'd rather be sittin' in Key Largo
+Yeah, yellin', "Bravo" with all of my hood niggas live though
+This how the .45 blow
+
+[Break]
+This is that real live extra rap calligraphy good shit, nigga
+Only built for real niggas, man
+Real motherfuckers man
+
+[Verse 2]
+Godfather energy, the ghosts play
+Ay yo I bought one for minutes then strayed, I only drive karmas
+Baseball hats and diamonds
+Come through disgrace y'all, niggas ain't place of matrys
+Automatic magnets, swag beds
+Niggas'll grab necks, break your collar bone
+Apply Lex should switch off and hit the globe
+We in the numbers with different goals
+While niggas bitchin', we in the Rolls just blowin'
+Blood slow and stay off my circumference, homie
+Where bosses live for real and it's lonely
+Everybody strivin' to feast, we in the belly of the beast
+Leech us, starve us, niggas wanna piece
+That's why I stay humble and hard
+Cross my path the wrong way, you dyin' and I'm flyin' in grace
+Swim like Phelps over beats
+I rhyme with the elites
+Who live off the land takin' your eats, nigga
+**************************************************
+You Hear Me[Intro: Raekwon]
+Yup
+Get this flow together nigga
+Get that flow sounding ridiculous you heard
+You heard
+For real
+Check the flow
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Glass shoe tape
+Wristband kick slaying cub cop a pair
+Mind blown bricks laying whats foreign
+Grew up on stick ups
+The whole click robbed know we ain't starving yes
+Pulling out big notes yes
+Jumping in the big S I'm fresh
+All about success let's flex
+From the rip get checks what's next
+Hit grass get a pass that stress
+I remain non-lame I'm blessed
+Pull the nine I'm firing yes
+Cause my mind knows best
+Catch me in the shop
+Buying a bitch out
+Flying in a Lear
+I'm right in the bitch mouth
+Heard I'm in the chair
+Louie the bitch out
+Its all real yeah
+You heard it from his mouth
+
+[Bridge: Raekwon]
+You hear me
+You hear me
+You hear me
+You hear me
+You hear me
+You hear me
+You hear me
+You hear me
+
+[Verse 2: Raekwon]
+Crown broken down, freaks want a thousand
+Let me stroke 'em down
+One bite, one town
+Send siblings, hustling is business
+Tustling niggas up, stomp 'em in Tims
+Meet my hounds
+Sitting on plainsclothes
+Bitch calm down
+All I rock's Kangols
+Six all brown
+Inside mangos
+Getting it hold the town niggas got a rainbow
+Everyday motto, seek for pay day
+All in the lotto, Sheep's could sued grey
+Out in the Cabos eating steak plates
+Whatever it do, Keep the same traits
+Jeeps with name plates, Sweep the main gates
+Try the blunts yo they fixed with green flakes
+Living up top, let's rock with team faith
+And get money nigga pop I need space
+
+[Bridge: Raekwon]
+You hear me
+You hear me
+You hear me
+You hear me
+You hear me
+You hear me
+You hear me
+You hear me
+**************************************************
+Revory (Wraith)[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Bubble Goose, smokin' bubble kush
+The Uzis is navy blue, a couple coupes
+Satan around, stackin' suckers, save the truce
+Mansions before these niggas, we done, we deucin'
+Crackin' fish in the Ritz Carlton, take a piss
+69 floors up, sparklin' Cris'
+Moneybags stacked in duvet sheets
+Few strange freaks follow the Wraiths
+Walk through the gates, nigga
+Pyrex Cubano connection
+New York Mexicans, they call us the team for smugglin' wet shit
+The Al Pacinos of rap, yep, they planned it with me
+Pass the baguette, gold Louis phone, hand it to me
+Raised a million champs, this is our civilian's lamp
+Furless sweats, stay in jets, kill a billion camps
+Pussy niggas get strangled fast
+Still I'm cool on the fast, rockin' the grill of glass
+Desert boot on, countin' a million cash
+This is all I ask for, love is fair war, let's build the masses
+Sittin', boat sailin', scenic routes, catch the quotes
+Young, armed and dangerous [?] couple posters
+I'm like known in a couple coasts
+Rae and Ghost, familiar with us? Wraiths and Ghosts
+
+[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
+I'm hearin' how these niggas plottin'
+Madame sleepin' on Egyptian cotton
+Miles Davis vinyl still spinnin'
+I've been to Freaknik, I've been livin'
+You see the Bentley and we smokin' in the parking lot
+Contract killers so we rarely talk a lot
+Guiseppes and my weapon when you see me steppin'
+10th grade education with a MAC-11
+The definition of a renaissance
+Twice a day I change watches, chains and the charms
+Tatted on my back, chest and my palms
+Then it's me and Diddy, dice games at the Palms
+Blew a mil' in cash just to let the bitches watch
+Take her down to the lobby, get the bitch a watch
+Tinted windows, smokin' with a screw face
+Black hoodies on, bullies think it's Wu-Tang
+Barry White blarin' in the white Benz
+Runnin' like I had a curly perm back then
+It's Rozay and I'm 40 up
+Pink Belaire in a nigga's cup
+
+[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]
+Ayo jumpin' out the shower, jewels on, heated up
+Fluffy Polo towels in Melbourne, gettin' it
+Hands is ashy, cash keep comin', dice hand like Lil Poo
+Young god bowlin' with thunder
+Bettin' bricks out at the Knicks came with Cubans from Biscayne
+Burnin' the Castro cigars with a big flame
+Godfather coats and hard bottoms
+Everything down to cribs, hoes and gear, we got 'em
+It's the lean team, Medellín chains
+Shop niggas like fresh fruit, like old grand earth, can of green beans
+We'll cut you and you and you, nigga
+This is me, Rae and Rick; box-cutters on crews, nigga
+**************************************************
+The Reign[Intro]
+We here, lord
+Let's go, lord, come on
+
+[Verse 1]
+On top of my game with cuban linx in my chain
+Iconic, icon victorious, whenever the mic is on
+Stay gettin' it if this foul place see the semi's clapped
+Bad Brazilians with hourglass figures and doobie wraps
+Wordplay is wicked as wild flour, this wild power got me flyin' over the globe
+'Mega, where you be at? Not where I be
+Rich, wealthy and ruthless in Morocco blowin' [?] , striving for more chips
+Steady cheese, guap, papes, bread, C.R.E.A.M, whatever
+From the projects to small islands, stylin', we run together
+It feel good, don't it? Compliments from yours truly
+Some people doubted but, but fuck it, my source rules
+Judge wise when I'm connecting dots, I'm so smooth
+Make a toast for the king diamond, I'm that dude
+Fantastic, repetitive classics
+My style's made to dress you, I style on you bastards
+
+[Hook]
+From the drug game I learned how to stay focused
+Back up in this, yeah, getting the world it's fix
+Hustlers mentality, you know me, son, for slangin' that shit
+Apply the same rules to music and watch words flip
+From the drug game I learned how to stay focused
+Back up in this, yeah, getting the world it's fix
+Hustlers mentality, you know me, son, for slangin' that shit
+Apply the same rules to music and watch words flip
+And watch words flip
+
+[Interlude]
+Yeah, son, yeah, son, sick
+That's Jameson's
+You know how we do
+We coming out with nothin' but the raw
+Let me tell you nigga's somethin', man
+We here, lord
+Y'all know nothing about this life, man
+Let me tell you one time
+
+[Verse 2]
+Glorious, wine deliverer
+Givin' y'all somethin' so fruitful, truthful
+Hard felt celebrating this legacy, longevity
+I define it, garments, they all designers
+Shoes that be the brightest, my women that be the finest
+Dining, five star restaurant, exotic shellfish
+Prominent gift, kush cologne, I smell rich
+They tell me not to shine, I can't help it
+It was meant for me to floss, and make hits 'til them digits add more comma's
+Artillery for drama, beaucoup armor
+Let the piranhas eat up a hater's flesh, sleep and [?] pyjamas
+From a [?] I pull [?] out on you [?]
+Number one Don, Lex so sophisticated, educated
+Word complex, throughout your project echoes
+And y'all ain't heard half of it yet
+My badge is that of a vest
+Signatures, anxious to sign more checks
+
+[Hook]
+From the drug game I learned how to stay focused
+Back up in this, yeah, getting the world it's fix
+Hustlers mentality, you know me, son, for slangin' that shit
+Apply the same rules to music and watch words flip
+From the drug game I learned how to stay focused
+Back up in this, yeah, getting the world it's fix
+Hustlers mentality, you know me, son, for slangin' that shit
+Apply the same rules to music and watch words flip
+And watch words flip
+**************************************************
+Flashback Memories[Intro: Raekwon (The Game)]
+Yo Game what up, (Yo Chef what it is)
+Ain't nothing my nigga, tryna get paid in full man
+(You know I'm definitely down for that)
+So you reppin' Black Wall Street right
+(Black Wall Street general, five star soldier and all that)
+No question I'm reppin' Vatican, we gone do this big nigga style
+Let's take em there for real, let's go
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Before flusty days livin' in Killa Hills
+I was young'd out with rusty waves
+Cuttin' hair, chillin', going down town blazin'
+Layin' up in Albee Square, when I bought my first fronts there
+Everybody young as fuck, in the pizza shop, what up?
+Brooklyn niggas rap with a cuffle
+Call the highlights the gangsta dialect
+Before I let any nigga take mine I'm dyin', Moet
+What's the jump off, the new shit
+Demi sec, hold up a sec
+Get this crack money, niggas except
+Wick checks, food stamps and amps
+Blue Wallabees, Aviaries' on in the back on the ramp
+You know we pop off for hours, cowards beware
+Word to Mother, you gon' respect my power
+Respect the dollar, no quizzy, get busy
+It was like adolescents at war, we clapped them thizzies
+On the duece suited Voltron, the ratchet heavy
+In the crib coolin' blunted, watchin' Tom & Jerry
+Bagin' up, laughin', blingin', rhymin' and singin'
+When it come to getting currency, call me a swinger
+We rock Maybachs, Benzes is little
+Icicles on, cover the ground with a massive dribble
+Call us ballers, brawlers, them whores want all us
+Suede down, coolin', playin' spades with quarters
+And then left it for the rap game
+All my niggas grab 'pagne
+Bust of them seals it's mad flames, y'all lames
+Stay in your lane, we movin' like big money
+Bet a nigga die for them chains
+You know the slang baby, watch me lay her
+Half goon, half mayor, the other half call me a hater
+But later, I'ma polly for Rae-ah, and a hundred wolves
+Pull next time, respect the playa, what
+
+[Chorus: Raekwon]
+Flashbacks, memories, two shots of Hennessy
+Street life etiquette, real niggas blend with me
+Talkin' 'bout ten a key, Baltimore, Tennessee
+I ain't got to tell you, how long I been a G
+
+Flashbacks, memories, two shots of Hennessy
+Street life etiquette, real niggas blend with me
+Talkin' 'bout ten a key, Baltimore, Tennessee
+I ain't got to tell you, how long I been a G
+
+[Verse 2: The Game]
+I'm sick and that drop Aston is the medicine
+Ridin' with the moon in the rear view, it's only evident
+I'm fly as the wings on a seven forty-seven jet
+Game code his rhymes, ain't even been recorded yet
+On the fence where my Father used to sport a Vet
+And my Uncle Red ran the rock like door set
+Rewind time ten years before I had the Lex
+Mail man scared to drop the bills on my door step
+Little nigga street dreamin' 'bout a fast car
+My father had dope tracks like his arm was Nascar
+In eighty-seven, shit I was maybe seven
+Watchin' my big brother throwin' ten, come back with eleven
+Only knew what it was cause I overheard
+My Pops on the phone talkin' 'bout selling all my birds
+I cried over the next eight years over them pigeons
+To only find out not one was missing, word
+
+[Chorus: Raekwon]
+Flashbacks, memories, two shots of Hennessy
+Street life etiquette, real niggas blend with me
+Talkin' 'bout ten a key, Baltimore, Tennessee
+I ain't got to tell you, how long I been a G
+
+Flashbacks, memories, two shots of Hennessy
+Street life etiquette, real niggas blend with me
+Talkin' 'bout ten a key, Baltimore, Tennessee
+I ain't got to tell you, how long I been a G
+
+[Outro: Raekwon]
+Yeah, that's how we do what we do, knahmsayin'?
+For real, the only thing we do baby
+Is fold dough, you heard?
+And read the DuPont all day nigga
+And get the stove clean you heard
+This is real official shit man, word up man
+Our jewelry is different from all these
+Phony ass, carrot cake ass niggas
+Fake ice philanthropist, you know what the fuck I mean nigga
+Ha ha, it's real niggas right here boy
+Word up, go buy the babies them big bangin
+Am & Barshon necklaces, nothing but Louie luggage nigga
+YouknowhatI'msayin', catch me in the South of France nigga
+Clean as a fuck, that's how it go
+Yeah, this is powerful shit baby, word up
+Black Wall Street, Vatican, BT man, what up baby
+**************************************************
+Walk with Me[Intro from the motion picture "The Education of Sonny Carson"]
+What you doin' on our turf, punk?
+Got a message for Smokey
+Give it
+You Smokey, man?
+Give it!
+If you ain't Smokey, it ain't yo' motherfuckin' message
+Motherfucker, I said gimme the message!
+It's from Willie, in the slam
+Nigga, you been busted?
+Yeah, the man picked me up
+Well, I ain't got no fuckin' time to play witchu! Now gimme the message
+Willie's in Warwick, doin' 1-3. Told me to tell y'all motherfuckers to
+Keep cool. He be out one way or another. Quick. Maybe I could stick
+Around for awhile
+Naw, that's out, man. You know? What can we The Lords do with a punk like you?
+Kiss my ass, motherfucker! (Burn 'em) Just me and you, motherfucker, just
+Me and you. I put trademarks around your fuckin' eye!]
+
+[Portrayin', won't be payin'. Uh huh, Uh huh]
+[Yeah, no doubt, no doubt, this Wally champ cat. Yeah, it's on this one]
+
+Raekwon:
+
+Yo, Gambino niggas who swipe theirs
+Deluxe rap cavaliers
+Midgets who steal beers, give 'em theirs
+
+Chorus: Raekwon
+
+Sit back jollyin'
+My team be gamin' like three card Rolly an'
+Drug Somalians pollyin'
+
+[Verse One: Raekwon]
+Many raps they crochetin'
+Ay yo Iron, these niggas portrayin'
+But haven't been payin'
+For real, slide on these niggas like flesh fear
+Caesar fade style, usually tough grenade
+Throw a blade, fuck gettin' laid
+Guzzle this shit like Gatorade
+Big-dick Wallies have never half-suede
+Connectin' with the hot style is done
+Light up a chalis
+I run with nuttin' but the wildest, foulest
+Come on now, long-dick style
+Niggas on the hit out, ay yo Iron bite my shit out
+Eventually, bust a rap gun mentally
+Been doin' this century kid, just meant to be
+Get on your knees and bless me with a gem in the Caribbean
+Skiin' off by P.M
+Snatch Canadian cream with Scandinavians
+Fellatium style, play it like thirty-two Arabians
+The greatest lesson is don't owe, you might get stole on
+When I go bury me wit Valow on
+
+[They come to me, and understand, just let me get mines first. Then after I
+Get mines, y'all can do what y'all wanna do. Fuck 'em up bad]
+
+[Verse Two: Ghostface]
+'Sho 'nuff, hit the bank and thrust
+Cool Nauticas Jamie Summer got trained on the tour bus
+We upgrade, swallow raw eggs, read the label
+Hittin' white-label, left the Winnebago unstable
+Smooth sailin', walked in, my earth started kneelin'
+Started stealin', I'm too ill, see we're bellin' at the parlay
+Kicked up, mack, max motion
+Michael Bolton magazine call, I'm too potent
+Louisville mix pain kill rap, Fuck benadryl
+The violin in 'Knowledge God' sounded ill
+Tremendously obnoxious, no blotches
+My telephone watch'll leave bartenders topless
+Dead on the prosecutor, smacked a juror
+Me and my girl'll run like Luke and Laura
+We sit back on Malayan islands
+Sippin' mix drinks out of boat coconut bowls, we whylin'
+
+(Break) Raekwon:
+
+Sit back jollyin', Uh huh, Uh huh
+Uh huh, Uh huh, Sit back jollyin'
+Uh huh, Uh huh, Uh huh, Uh huh
+
+(Chorus) x 2
+
+Sit back
+
+[Verse Three: Cappadonna]
+Deep meditation sound orientated, war the blizzard
+Rap para-medical the wizard
+Cappadonna, never caterin' to none
+My microphone and three verse weigh a ton of slaughter
+You oughta five thousand back across the water
+My laboratory story keep me flowin' with the glory
+Acapella or deep dirty instrumental
+I could blow the sky like the stormy wind blew
+One gallon of whylin', Park Hill profilin'
+I cut your face up rough fifty sure while you're smilin'
+For violatin' my position
+I leave you smoked like a crackhead on a mission
+Two tokes of mic dope, one stroke of elegance
+Rated like the movie graphic told intelligence
+Person to person, it'd be hard for you to take a trophy
+You better off to get somebody out to try to smoke me
+Cause I'm P-L-O T-K-O every day
+Dancehall General, Party Fanatic Colonel
+Cappadonna son'a old school just go infernal
+Veteran for rappin' with the new set of rule of hard rappin'
+Ninety-six jive, I keep the live crowd clappin'
+When I bow, all praises due to Staten Isle
+I spark the mic and Shaolin spark the methtical
+Every evenin', I have a by myself meetin'
+Thinkin' who's gonna be the next to catch a beatin'
+From my mental slangin', bitchin' rap twist the point of warfare
+I brutalize, all competition catch ill hair
+Chance him, that's what they said, threw up a ransom
+I jacked it, stripped the beat naked and packed it
+Gimme my rewards
+
+[The way I, the way I wanna get 'em. I want 'em gotten. I want 'em layin'
+Out. I want 'em gotten. Cause niggas need to be gotten. He need to be
+Taken off of here. That's right.]
+**************************************************
+I Wanna Know[Intro: Raekwon]
+Real niggas in the house
+You already know
+Niggas sit down and play pool and shit
+Relax
+What niggas don't know inside the muthafucking
+Pool balls is nothing but blow
+We gettin' money nigga. You already know boy
+Toast off nigga lets go man c'mon
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Raised off a knucklehead block, you know the pattern
+Black Reeboks all day, let's be it captain
+Posing in ostrich, woolrich Galoshes
+Clear gazelles crush diamonds in the boxes
+Wave game spiral, sneaker game rival
+Front on me, see twenty-four Caligos
+Drug niggas I hang with, hold up let me change shit
+Feds is listening, calicoes rang quick
+Thugs blow alcohol, white bitches, tap'em all
+So fuck the ass or something, yup pass it off
+Icy in the ass mints, so much dough it's elastic
+Fuck with the Jews, Crews, and black bits
+Might break a man, the heart that'll shake a man
+Smack the bones out of ya skin, wake up fam
+We the veterans, so many little niggas feather skin
+One corny dub, drown you in your letter kid
+Necks look thirsty, whats the word, reimburse me
+Two techs on his neck, burst sweet he check writing liars
+Pull the gold out of your mouth with rusty pliers
+Take down the flyers nigga
+
+[Intermission: Raekwon]
+Yo, yo, you already know what is nigga
+This is not a game, this is not televised
+This some shit that happened on a train nigga
+Most powerful of them all nigga
+Don't make me snatch your heart out your champion shirt nigga
+
+[Verse 2: Doe B]
+Hey, I'm from the home of the cop killers
+Raised to be a rotten nigga
+Rob nigga, shot ninja
+You know I got that small in me
+"Real Deal" Holyfield, they not authentic
+Nah, these niggas half-baked crab cakes
+Bitch is baby Jesus, I could sneeze and make a ground shake
+Show no pity, charging city niggas out-of-town rate
+While you little niggas sending wayne on an ounce plate
+I'm in my house shoes, making major boss moves
+Dead alone, make the wrong move it'll cost you
+Old cats want they corner back, you know how Moss do
+They trying to keep up with him
+You starve and eat dust nigga
+I'm starting to heat up nigga
+Then shout "what up nigga"
+What's for dinner? This is Chess not Checkers
+Real finesse, a nigga trying to molest the system
+Black Mamba in jungle possessed with venom
+D farmer and I stalk the rest is history
+
+[Verse 3: T.I.]
+We from a small house, dropping off an eight ball
+To a big deal, thirty-six mil up in my escrow
+You walk up with your chest swoll, make it deflate
+Been getting keys since we were wearing a Enyce
+Now cool what we do, thirty-eight special in my boot
+I shoot you from my shoe nigga
+My wife say it's a shame how I do niggas
+I say "you want me to starve them out"
+She say "nah boo, get'em"
+So that why I'm a handle all you niggas
+Like the bitch that you are
+Don't make me get you out that car and get to going in that shit
+While you poppin' off? At point you knowing with this shit
+We roll up slow and get you hit, pull up in morning with this shit
+Or wherever, know that's not where you better be at
+Or else, tell your momma pick the casket herself
+Hope it make her feel better, you were dead the first year
+He ain't suffer but he still a dead muthafucka
+Ain't no bullets in the gun, you know you scared muthafucka
+And I'm still a Bankhead muthafucka
+With the plum for the low, for the bread muthafucka
+I said I'm still a Bankhead muthafucka
+With the plum for the low, for the bread muthafucka
+
+[Outro: T.I.]
+They say Yo B
+Hustle Gang G.D.O.D
+Raekwon the chef
+T.I.P the King
+We cold to cold with this shit man
+East Coast, West Coast, Midwest
+Mid-Alantic, North East, Down South
+Patna I got the boy cold
+Come seem me
+Fatality
+**************************************************
+Clientele Kidd[Intro: Raekwon]
+Yo straight up last minute, you know what time it is
+Word up, yeah, yeah, yeah
+Word up, blip blip blap blap blap, what
+What up?
+
+[Bridge: Polite]
+Who don't know? They don't know, betta let 'em know
+There they go, here we go
+Who don't know? They don't know, betta let 'em know
+There they go, here we go
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Ayo Clientele Kidd
+Layin in the crib gettin' ill money, those who hate ours, they ain't get it
+Got rugby's on and 4/5ths
+Attractin' them niggas I go against, the money was his
+One nasty unit of murderers, all type-a Goons'll watch
+Then four minutes later, they burglars
+I heard from the grapevine, mine made it
+Elevate the name up, this gift got a reign and his game went up
+And now he's stronger than ever, Nike jackets and Classics
+Go against it and it's instant vendettas
+He run things, gun down Kings, check the joint the kid flyin' in
+Crib in Africa with two lions
+Somethin' like the Prince of a jewel thief, so smack the millions
+Came back wrapped it up, too sweet
+The game is missin' somethin' unique
+I put too much to fall back on, I rather just sleep
+
+[Hook: Polite]
+CHEF! We designin', rhymin' with Diamonds
+CHEF! Ice Water, it was all in the timin'
+CHEF! He gave y'all niggas bricks on consignment
+CHEF! To the death and he Billboard climbin'
+CHEF! We designin', rhymin' with Diamonds
+CHEF! Ice Water, it was all in the timin'
+CHEF! He gave y'all niggas bricks on consignment
+CHEF! To the death and he Billboard climbin'
+
+[Verse 2: Fat Joe]
+Yeah uh
+Yo Don Carta' bomb harder over nearly everybody
+Very rarely you find me without the mini-shotti
+Just waitin' for Rae to give me the cue and
+You see about 100 Puerto Rican niggas shootin'
+Nigga, get down, lay down, we don't play around
+I don't know what you heard but, we don't play around
+It's cooked coke, but look, but what the fuck happened?
+How you leave the dope game to pursue rappin'?
+Already knowin' that ya shit was trash
+Breathin' hard on the mic when yo' click is ass
+All we tryin' to do is bring dignity to rap
+And you kiddin' me? I'm literally the epitome of that
+Uh, we much better than y'all, Terre-error the Squad
+My niggas set it when we get in the yard
+Whether Marcy or Comstock, triggers 'pon cock
+Straight punch in ya lung and you niggas gon' drop
+What?
+
+[Hook: Polite]
+CHEF! We designin', rhymin' with Diamonds
+CHEF! Ice Water, it was all in the timin'
+CHEF! He gave y'all niggas bricks on consignment
+CHEF! To the death and he Billboard climbin'
+CHEF! We designin', rhymin' with Diamonds
+CHEF! Ice Water, it was all in the timin'
+CHEF! He gave y'all niggas bricks on consignment
+CHEF! To the death and he Billboard climbin'
+
+[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]
+Yo yo yo shoot him in his mouth.. (nah)
+Fuck him, get the gasoline tell Terry to pull the Ac' up
+Bring him to Rae warehouse, hang him from hooks then skin his ass
+As lame as he look he ready to cook (yeah)
+And he pleadin' for mercy, bleedin' from his dome and he thirsty
+The first week we made him eat shit!
+Videotaped his wiz and I fucked his bitch
+Made him watch me on the couch havin' fun with his kids
+So what hurts more: is it me showin' love to ya fam?
+Or you in the box laid under the floor?
+Or keep you alive blow torchin' ya balls?
+My murder chainsaw, ya bloods on my Scarface walls
+Not even Ajax can clean that, Jack
+We need that maintenance man shit that kill that greasy blood on contact
+Finish you off cuz I'm pressed for time
+Your man and 'em will be next to die
+Mothafucka!
+
+[Hook: Polite]
+CHEF! We designin', rhymin' with Diamonds
+CHEF! Ice Water, it was all in the timin'
+CHEF! He gave y'all niggas bricks on consignment
+CHEF! To the death and he Billboard climbin'
+CHEF! We designin', rhymin' with Diamonds
+CHEF! Ice Water, it was all in the timin'
+CHEF! He gave y'all niggas bricks on consignment
+CHEF! To the death and he Billboard climbin'
+
+[Bridge/Outro: Polite]
+Who don't know? They don't know, betta let 'em know
+There they go, here we go
+Who don't know? They don't know, betta let 'em know
+There they go, here we go
+Who don't know? They don't know, betta let 'em know
+There they go, here we go
+Who don't know? They don't know, betta let 'em know
+There they go, here we go
+**************************************************
+Power[Introduction: Raekwon]
+Take it off, sho' 'nough kid
+Take it off
+We gon' take it from the East to the West
+To the North to the South
+Show y'all what it's about
+Don't make me throw no gun in your mouth
+You know?
+How long is your CREAM? This long?
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Eh yo, his belt got karats in it
+Swift description, E-320 nigga pitchin
+Rock a raw dinosaur chain, hang to his thing
+It's like, he pump isolated, still cashin in CREAM
+Niggas in the hood hate him, drew a vase of him
+Blaze 'em, he actin like Shallah raisin him
+This is hydrogen, son ain't live as him
+He like Maguyver in the chin 4 spies with him
+Roll relentless, desert that he hold is a gift wish
+Shash the list, give his miss dick
+Technique, operation: tech scream
+Bet CREAM, them alligators jet like a vet's wing
+Nigga like Nicolas Cage with the gauge in your braids
+2 cannons that'll spray, rockin banana suede
+Suck this drunk alcohol dick
+Fuck y'all niggas with hits
+We bout to shit on y'all shit
+
+[Verse 2: Baby Thad]
+Y'all brothas wanna call us out?
+Name names, otherwise it'd be the best to shut the fuck up
+Get pimp-smacked up, jacked up and macked up
+You're scared and froze of bein exposed
+I own Harlem, I bone Harlem, call me the mayor
+It's my borough, you don't want no problems
+I'm on now, you dead pop, all jokes aside
+I ride the top, you glide the bottom
+Pitfall, 5 foot 9, my dick, balls
+Shit y'all, leave flat line to stick your's
+We flip off basic and brace it
+8 kills, 47 ways to taste it
+Never understand what you never been told
+You did your book bitin off of my scrolls
+We hit man, Colombo, coats and hats to match
+Bust off quick, and then, guns go back
+
+[Verse 3: Superb]
+I move like Arthur Ash against God
+4 raquets, 8 balls and no practice
+Every cypher's a heated discussion
+The industry was like a beat that needed precussion
+I brun the music, shit that make crews flip
+State that I'm the illest, this is Q.U. shit
+I used to heat-hole, now I'm takin over like the repo'
+Bitches that roll, Cee-Lo that'll sniff a kilo'
+We went from franks and beans to shanks and greens
+Now we drive our Navigators to banks in Queen's
+Y'all can't fuck around, your words ain't right
+Every time I touch the mic, they say "Perb ain't right"
+But that's the truth though, d'oh, infact that's it
+When they drop this shit, I'm gon' cop that shit
+The new star, you want me? I'm at the juice bar
+Y'all once hap' niggas, give me 2 stars
+
+[Verse 4: Chip Banks]
+I heard what y'all rappin about, but bring your stash out
+You shouldn't throw rocks if you livin in glass house
+Sneak your weak shit at us, on the low though
+Where these cats come from, speakin about po'
+We got cash to cop it and crash it {*car crashing*}
+But half of y'all cats just catchin up to Rae' last year
+Got guns in the jungle, call 'em Jurassic
+The chrome, the steel, the 20-shot plastic
+While y'all niggas cop jars, me and my niggas cop bars
+Gettin head from rock stars
+We blowin everything apart, I'm smashin the charts
+How I see it? (Yo, how you see it?)
+
+[Hook: Raekwon]
+Eh yo, what you wanna be when you grow up?
+Yo, I wanna be a leader
+Slow your speed up and stop tryin to be us
+Say somethin always, got a future? Stay out the hallways
+And get yourself right, a 100 more ways
+
+[Verse 5: Rhyme Recca]
+Fly like iceberg, nice with verbs, precise words
+Bently swerve, hit the curb, jump out, cock back, spit out
+Shut your block down, get out, criminal route
+Gangsta shit, can't talk now, gun in your mouth
+Cream Team killas, cacoon cats like caterpillars
+Giant size gorillas, break niggas backs from the skrilla
+Scratch, greenback track, Fed's berserk
+That's my word, disrespect Recca, get what you deserve
+Inferno, melt down mic's, millionaire in my afterlife
+Broke bread with Christ on the last night
+Apocalypse, sleep with 4-5th, 2 clips
+Passport, cellphone with the removable micro-chip
+Specialist, 40-karat Sicillian necklace
+Matching bracelet, Cream Team crisp the basic
+**************************************************
+Rockstars[Raekwon]
+Aiyo, Rockstars, bases and capers flying through cases
+With placed bread, lead blowing through domes, scalped faces
+Moving through towns, skama lit, nations bend stations
+Dope fiend Asians, smoke cream vanquishes
+The town is thirsty for work, blood hurting
+Flash the curtain, open, I'm scoping, Hutch and his team
+Clutching Dutches Backwoods, other shits working, not perfect
+Flipping discussions, cussing all froze with slush, kid
+Lacer had the drop, pass the Glock, Woosie uzi
+The car hard bluesy with the pay me mean 'Bach
+Cream shot, clean slot, one in his dome, four shock
+He partially zoned, his dome fell on the rock
+His face dazzle, niggas baffle, son, hit the floor, he traveled
+Yo, to a new land, I cracked his cerebellum
+Wide open, open the crowd up, he fouled up, black laid in the hall
+For like forty-five to an hour, soaking
+
+[Hook: Thea Van Seijen]
+Sound of the smoking barrel, live like them older stars
+Scrooge like a Christmas Carol, stemmed from a bloody love
+Shot through the old apparel, no police to respond
+Dropped off the Verrazano, washed up On Golden Pond
+Just like a Shakespeare novel, more problems to dissolve
+If this is destiny, that's how this world revolves
+
+[Inspectah Deck]
+Aiyo, it's real, better pop your steel
+Cop those wheels, shop those deals
+Full time with the grind for a meal
+Stay down low like O'Neal
+Rain, hail, snow or shine, put time on the field
+Police ride on my heels
+Still big time, big dime, how you feel
+I rhyme but the nine stay peel
+I, zone on roam, floss with the chrome on chrome
+Host on the corner store
+S.I.N.Y. on my own, it gets foul, but I call it home
+Live red bone give me dome, champagne toast to Tone
+Roll a bone, a homegrown with Capone
+Cause more rips to the o-zone, wanna ride with a nigga then hold on
+
+[GZA]
+The place was very smokey and cloudy, the full lousy
+Music was emotional, people vibes was laid back and far from rowdy
+She sit at the bar, holding a glass, sipping on a drink
+Tears flowing like water from a sink, her eyes never blink
+Her cigarette was burnt to the butt, her wrist was wearing a cut
+Her facial expression was saying "now what"
+Another drink was made, each and every time the bass was played
+Bartender telling her to go, but then she only stayed
+Riding on the borderline, between homicidal, suicidal
+Just hours from the headlines, the story with the grim title
+She questioned her reason for being here, but even with
+Four kids at home alone, it still remains unclear
+Opens up a bottle of prescribed drugs and grabs a mug
+Down, every one of those pills, since she was feeling bugged
+Kinda weak, she stumbled from her seat, but she will never return
+I guess it must of been a, lesson to learn
+
+[Hook]
+**************************************************
+Wishing On A StarI'm wishing on a star
+To follow where you are
+I'm wishing on a dream
+To follow what it means
+
+(Verse 1)
+I guess that's when I'll walk in a chill
+Grab a Phil, wipe the ashes off my leather pants, the vest is just lambskin
+I'm the real Muhammad Ali style in the Phil
+You know it, (?)'s my clique, Italianos
+Walk through the door few deep, roll a leaf
+Whoever want it, just sign up, I won't even beef
+Ninjaz with heart, the payouts, the city is chaos
+I'm feeling you, now go and make a move, he killing you
+Searching for the big rainbow wearing a Kangol and a raincoat
+Jump with the .45, it's Django
+Flying in a new (?),, missing my man
+You got a Christy in the can where you destined
+They see the young cub come up, drop a bracelet through your burpees
+Stay under the radars, no attorneys
+Yeah gangster, stay gangster, made from Kingston
+I wish real niggas would say something
+Glorified getting it, guns on us, tons of trust
+Few niggas in the slums is us, but hate being here
+Just meeting here, thinking it's sweet in here
+'Til niggas take your head off for creeping here
+Far from the curb to the jails
+I write poems to flip tails, and letters to judges to get deals
+I miss the good days, you know, the hood days
+Now we sit in mansions on good grades
+The moments is raw, baller's is poor
+Run with your boy, light and blow a blunt if you're bored
+Take a flash when the (?), them niggas was ashy
+Dreaming on the benches, don't bash me
+Crying, letting the tears dry, no one I'm trying
+Society rubbing me when I'm eying, where the love at
+With war fears, hit the beers, just wait
+Come up with a plan to hit a bank, what
+
+I feel it's time we should cake up, baby
+I feel it's time for us to get back together
+And make the best of things, oh, baby, when we're together
+Breaking our cheddar
+
+I feel it's time we should cake up, baby
+I feel it's time for us to split that together
+And make the best of things, oh, baby, when we're together
+Breaking our cheddar
+
+I'm wishing on a star
+To follow where you are
+I'm wishing on a dream
+To follow what it means
+
+And I wish on all the rainbows that I see
+I wish on all the people we ever greeted
+And I'm hoping on all the days to come and days to go
+And I'm hoping on days of loving you so
+
+I'm wishing on a star
+To follow where you are
+I'm wishing on a star, whoa-oh
+And I wish on all the rainbows that I see
+
+I'm wishing on a star, whoa-oh
+I'm wishing on a star, whoa-oh
+I'm wishing on a star
+To follow where you are
+**************************************************
+Whips And Kicks[Intro: Raekwon]
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah nigga
+That's all yall niggas talk about all fucking day man
+The whips man, fucking cars and all that shit
+Fucking vehicles and shit man
+We been swingin' and all these niggas need to cut it out man
+Cause ya'll niggas is babies man
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Remember the Four Runners, Corsicas, back with the gold cunnions
+Maxima yep, stances, Audis with sick vances
+Datsuns, Corollas, all of the oldies yo
+Riding through the city, Jettas and Volvos
+Crestas' was for the extra terrestrial
+Alpha Romeos, yeah the Wranglers and Lexus'
+Pintos, Geos, Suzukis was the truth yo
+Making them up town trips, cops'll shoot you though
+Benzs, five-sixties, Galants and the fly Rivies
+Riveras look grisly huh
+You know we come through, something mean under the sun roof
+I blow a blunt, poof, shorty singing I'm Koof
+Yeah the Sterling, the Grand Ams
+The Lincoln with the crab amps
+Made me mad, in the Blazer we all cramped
+Six deep, four bags of cheeba, a crisp beat
+All I need to show you now is a sick Jeep
+
+[Verse 2: AZ]
+Eighty-four mopeds, blue and white Pro-Keds
+Just started puff'n, got instructions from an old head
+Co-ved, wally rock'n niggas tryna grow dreads
+Back in the bush, Church Ave on the juxs
+Shell toes, black and white, no laces in 'em
+Pat U-edition had his whole face in 'em
+Straight leg denims, Taylor made shit
+Kareem Laker colors, low cut suede tip
+Stay dipped, Stan Smith lay sick
+Two-toned colors, put the taps on the rubber
+Puma rockin' nigga, fuck a womber I was bigger
+See a bitch in seconds an assumed that I could rip her
+None hipper, copped kicks with the zippers
+The Filas arrived, it was Levis and high
+In V Tracks I was simply the mack
+Everything I snatched had to match with the hat
+Reebok rocker, whole crew couldn't knock us
+Fuck who, only thing to do was just Glock us
+Valley Competitions and the Jordans hit stores
+I'm sitting reminiscing, T. La Rock it's yours
+Now fast forward time nigga still on the grind
+Haters everywhere, nigga still gotta shine
+Guccis all kinds, switch 'em up for the weather
+Louis' in lime, Only do it for the pleasure
+Come fresher, from the tech on the dresser
+Fifth in the waist, still crys'd and I'm laced
+
+[Outro: AZ]
+Niggas, And I do it for real you dig
+You know, I still rock the Gor-Tex and Tims when necessary
+Other then that, Bogary low cuts the minimum
+Or I do the Italian Classic Olympic cut Guccis
+Three quarters, you bum ass niggas
+**************************************************
+Pop Shit[Conversation]
+Keep everything on
+Blaze always
+Nigga this only 19,000
+(Yo check this shit out)
+I want my thousand dollars now
+I don't give a fuck
+I went up in the club
+And like a thousand niggas
+A thousand chicks
+Was doing the James Brown
+Get the fuck out of here
+I'm like, "Oh shit"
+You lying, you lying
+Shit was real son
+Stop lying man
+Cream Team walked in
+We started doing it
+Wild man
+Feel me?
+So what happened, let me on
+
+[Verse]
+Ayo, ayo
+E-lec-tric slide on them niggas
+Drive by on them niggas
+Show 'em that killas is live and fly figures
+Fruit-flavored Nikes
+Now I'm in a 600 white piece
+Send half my love out to wif-e
+Fillin' out tax reports
+Lookin' live up in Guess shorts
+Bitches show love and support
+Table teaspoons
+Fake goons with balloons shit it out
+Make room
+How them niggas ate straight tunes yo
+Horror flick scriptures
+Godfather flicks
+Super friends equal foul niggas
+Bar miss you'll flip yo
+Aim the nozzle
+With the head brace the bottle
+Get your dang licked
+6,000 square feet
+Paid shit
+Stretch Auroras in Florida
+Kilo's comin' out of water
+Watch me slaughter
+Take your daughter over yo
+Space shit
+Boat across your shit
+Cargo shit
+Well Fargo got Renaldo's shit
+Reclining chair
+Drunk billionaire
+Willie like a bear
+The whole block suck cock on a leap year
+No remorse
+Heavy plaque red and white
+Eddie Bauer Jaws
+Bout the bitch smack fire out of yours
+Pens bleeding
+Got my shit soft
+Figure like Ike Frost
+Icy chain
+Cop and hangin' on a horse
+Lame's laws
+Got your name crossed
+You cannot claim boss
+Unless he kiss braid hair
+That ain't yours
+Fly statistics lystics
+Slang optimistic
+Two bats a tie and a biscuit
+Kissed it
+Mm-aa
+Diamond on the wrist kid
+Misfit
+Bought it like a 10 dollar outfit
+Pop Shit get your house lit
+Straight up
+The route mouse shit
+Get your style shit
+I announced it
+Slang lordy yo
+Staring at my man Gordy Laury
+The bitch bought 'em on
+She'll reward me
+Flossed it, cost it, tossed it
+The same Main Source shit
+You at the BBQ eatin' horse dick
+Sneak up link up
+Nigga tie your sneaker
+You wink what
+Speed it up
+Caught you in that beated up truck it was luck
+Fuck paid your uncle 30 bucks
+Ran in your shit
+Blew you with your hands in your nuts
+Louis
+That's the same crew as those
+Milwaukee brewers
+Rocking Wu shoes with Kaoluas
+Time for lotti
+Bald Gotti here
+Dont make me throw shots trough your body
+Everybody out of here
+Thats my word
+God through Shakespeare 'ere
+Take me there
+Get your fastened
+And take clear
+It's so real we might face years
+Cuddled up in HDMs
+Chill baby on and a nigga here
+You start screamin' and your scared
+And shorty came on last year
+And lapped danced my man for a wack pair
+Ill I smell it in your hair
+My faculties remained clear
+Pussy in a refrigerator back here
+Damn watch your mouth
+Hear it on the air
+Like a grand prize
+Freak nigga that taps shit
+**************************************************
+Could It Be I’m Falling In Love[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Wow I smelt the pussy up, awesome
+I came with a bang, filled the condom up, Rae you a bossman
+Right in front of Saks, flagging me like she knew me for years
+I’m from academies where niggas dress casually
+Ass was thunder, hips curvy, the wizzy was thirty
+Dizzy bird who worked the Walt Disney in Germany
+Fly green eyes, a black woman
+Known to attack men, catch them in their lies, call it perjury
+Dress her ass off and dance
+An R&B queen who love hard niggas rhyming, she a fan
+Everyday we fuck, I’m intrigued by that
+Her outfits was mean, she went to sleep in
+I fiends for that then we fuck, fuck
+Boo let me get some juice, what what
+Keep it moving just fuck me, that’s enough, enough
+Fuck me in my ass and I bust
+Busted on her ass, I’m in lust
+
+[Verse 2: The Spinners]
+Since I met you, I’ve begun to feel so strange
+Every time I speak your name, that’s funny
+You say that you are so helpless too
+That you don’t know what to do
+Each night I pray there will never come a day
+When you up and take your love away
+Say you feel the same way too
+And I wonder what it is I feel for you
+
+[Hook: The Spinners]
+(Could it be I’m falling in love?)
+With you, baby
+(Could it be I’m falling in love?)
+Woo
+(Could it be I’m falling in love?)
+With you
+With you
+With you
+(With you)
+
+[Verse 3: The Spinners]
+I don’t need all those things that used to bring me joy
+You’ve made me such a happy boy
+And honey, you’ll always be the only for me
+Meeting you was my destiny
+You can be sure I will never let you down
+When you need me I’ll be around
+And darling you’ll always be the only for me
+Heaven made you specially
+
+[Hook]
+**************************************************
+Just a Toast[Intro: Raekwon]
+They're serving that exotic shit, man
+(Mark Henry)
+Word up
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+We drink Courvoisier exclusive
+Kill off the snitches, fuck all fly bitches
+Jump in the coupe, let your chicken yell
+Throw her head out the moon
+Go ahead and look mama, see how it feels
+I know the feds clustered up flexin', drivin', importin'
+Insurance is killing the gangsta when you work four mils in office
+Being the luck stud bad bitch in tux
+She know me from the maxima era, she bought the what
+Automatic stainless good fella
+That ain't my main bitch, who ride around angry, the same shit
+Coast through the world like chess, niggas is blessed up
+Yes yes, I'm at my best, boy rest
+Powerful when giving coke out
+You know they call me Sugar Ray The Chef, the GOAT's out
+Giving good-boy gifts to the gangstas
+With more points than unicorns
+They know his dough is oz's out
+Riding at maximum speed, give me weed give me cheese
+I like cheddar of V-neck leather
+Diana gold, two boxes centuries, yeah
+Mention me, you better say that nigga is better, what?
+Twilight up with the highlights, the wolf's out
+Black fur, black spur, bitches is purred out
+You know I'm flexing and my character strong
+I could bag your bitch then float through Milan
+
+[Verse 2: JD Era]
+I am killing them softly, pillow over the face flow
+Them youngins let it off for them pesos
+They used to cut off the hot water and cable
+Now I'm standing with the garb out to bring Ms to the table
+What your life like? Mine's is real
+We used to have to rob and steal
+We cook, cook whatever for a bit of a meal
+Yeah, they don't wanna see us win how I'm beginning to feel
+But still I stand firm, posted up
+They say knowledge is power, I soak it up
+Kush pounds came here we broke it up
+I said good morning to Toronto and woke it up
+Wake up, bitch I'm here, it ain't a secret
+My third eye twitching, the way I peeped it
+A G's incense when the weed lit
+And keep the white girls moving like the peach pit
+That's some deep shit, I do it for my dawgs like I breed pits
+Cream polo, matching clean kits
+College rings got a nigga feeling like a genius
+Paranoid of the lights when they flashing
+Cash out big, money cashing, flow's everlasting
+Swag like my passion is fashion
+I'm on, no lights, camera, action, Era
+**************************************************
+Real Life[Intro]
+Smash you grilla.....
+That's right, that's right
+A hundred and ninety-six million
+Nine hundred and forty thousand
+Square miles, on this planet
+Fresh outta New York
+Eh-yo, eh-yo
+
+[Verse 1]
+Rollie what's up son Noodles had a problem
+He called Lucky Hands lab saying niggas mobbed him
+Max was on the outskirt trickin' in DC
+Blaze had a shorty in his lab gettin' weed for free
+That night I was in the cut alone zoned out
+Suggest I rock a utility vest when I'm bonin' out
+Yeah you know it, Bobby told me before
+Keep the heat by the side of the door
+Ready for military war
+Numerous cats, niggas is uterus
+Who this, claimin' that he loking for Louis Rich
+Diamond a young king doing his thing
+Big safes out in Beijing
+Aqua green thing
+One connect had turned on him
+God, shit got realer than a fuck
+Crackers up state want him
+Marshalls came through the hood that night
+Bagged my man Chaz 32 bags he copped flight
+Now he upstate baggin' niggas
+House and Air Maxs big ACs
+Won the Oscar award for crabbing niggas
+Now all y'all niggas get to laugh now
+Who got the last laugh now
+Hit his stash house
+
+[Hook]
+It's called real life
+Y'all niggas better see the light fast, pa
+Real life, it don't cost nuttin' just to blast
+Real life, lay down son you won't last
+Real life, real life, real life
+
+[Verse 2]
+February tenth day on a Wednesday
+It's like grimsday
+Russian hats rocking it the Benz way
+That day we got guns on us
+Jakes want us
+Playin Einstein lenses and Auroras
+Little meek caught us
+Couple of francs, peep the blue Taurus
+What up tuck your chain they came for us
+Jumped out big nines and some hard bottles
+Eyes of hate finally meeting up wid the stakes
+It was who I thought it was
+2 pair of Clarks one pair of Lugz
+Wit the hardbottom nigga wid the snub
+Cocked it, where rock at, stop that
+Violate this cipher pa we'll definitely strike back
+All of us right there slight fear in our heart
+Blink we take it right there
+Doing our thing apart
+Broad jumped out tryin' to run shit
+Spoken loud words all we want is his head
+He did some dumb shit
+Beef from Miami now
+Damn yo big head Lance in some wild shit
+Noodles caught the stair down
+Now it came back to me yo
+Handle it wise and brutally yo
+Put down your tooly and talk like men
+No shots rang yo, hittin' the ground like mangoes
+Swiss cheese the thirty-G dorango
+Few weeks later son seem 'em all..
+I mean 'em all..
+
+[Hook x2]
+It's called real life
+Y'all niggas better see the light fast, pa
+Real life, it don't cost nuttin' just to blast
+Real life, lay down son you won't last
+Real life, real life, real life
+**************************************************
+Ooh La La La[Raekwon]
+Ayo
+Teflon king
+A scientist at ringing
+Buddha trooper jumped out the Uber
+Eating grouper
+Party with bitches and cougars
+Peter Luger’s, that’s my spot
+Sixty dollar shots, I’m high off the hookahs
+Play the backseat and front
+Come through the Rucker with two fuckers
+Shawty in blonde streaks, my homie we on peace
+Just here coolin’, everyday movement
+Hit the booth, classics for niggas that don’t know what they doin’
+To the dead, toast to it
+Pop toast to it
+Drink Ballentine, L’s, I knew it
+Sippin’ Lance’s in the mansions
+Hundreds of chances to win
+Drug game is ruptured now drim [?]
+Now drink some Jim or some Jack
+Black weed in a black V
+Most of my team react, champ
+Keep shinin’ stay powerful, par
+Me and digital y’all
+Now fuck that peep the visuals, God
+
+[Teena Marie]
+Every time you come around
+I feel my world starts turning topsy-turvy
+And I just can’t fight the spin
+Baby, won’t you listen to this love
+Whose hearts been missing and don’t hurt me
+‘Cause I’m falling your way again
+
+Am I weak
+Well, sometimes I just can’t hardly speak
+That I have to pinch myself to be sure
+That this love is more than I can endure
+Sweet thing, you’ve got me signing
+
+Ooo la-la-la
+It’s the way that you feel when you know it’s real
+Ooo la-la-la
+It’s the warm that’s inside when you’re satisfied
+
+Ooo la-la-la
+It’s a dream that lasts forever
+Ooo la-la-la
+Let’s stay together, oh
+
+I can see it there
+That look upon your face is saying love’s in making...
+**************************************************
+When I See You(Intro: Raekwon)
+Put that shit on (man)Netflix man...that's real...ait man this shit is a nick...go get it...ait...bet nigga...these niggas is crazy man...oh shit, word these (indistinct Cistic?) niggas really fired somebody...
+
+Verse 1: Raekwon
+She was brown with a accent, I meant a Long-Wheelbase Range, yelling what's  that shit...hips was rumping,  dick jumping, I met her 'round school weather...coming from the car-wash Pa', missed forever, bubble game up, I had a second, she walked by fly, threw a kiss at me, her wrist looked perfected, whats your name shorty? She said Iseline, ice is mean, had a shoe on looked nice with wings...I'm just a baker,  who fresh as hell blessed from the Staten, gotta take boats there Boo, let's make it happen, when you layin'...limousine, a bottle of lean, that's  Moscato, just jump in the Beemer , by the building I was chillin' right there on the side she pulled up, hugged a nigga like a family member died, I've been waitin' to kiss you nigga, just gimmie your hand, walked up...yeah, the Baller cut....what?!
+
+Verse 1: Fantasia
+
+Chorus: Fantasia...(Rae over chorus)...Aha, still stompin'...I told you all...I get it...(indistinct)
+
+Verse 2: Raekwon
+Good nookie a.k.a. that Fabreze pussy, got my tounge all wetsoaked foaming for hood pussy...you know a nigga gangster with it, wanna choke you out with it, that's them rolls when I'm anxious with it, everyday I'm in the hall with you, Waldorf shit, I know every employee here, official, wanna wife you, after five years shorty this the cycle, to keep you, recoups the chicks cycle...my big time Baller friend grew up on alley huh? Yeah, I grew up in the valley with mortal men, yeah the nigga big with it, take a swig, hit it, I'm loyal, just hold me down in  Sin City,  smarts and morals is what I'm here for, yeah your helping hand, yeah your help your man  in a forum, I'ma share everything with my Queen, she a trophy piece...word to mother...I'm I supposed to peace? (Indistinct laughter)
+
+Verse 2: Fantasia
+
+Chorus: Fantasia
+...(Rae over Fantasia's chorus)
+Yeah Boo...that's that shit right? I'm here nigga...that's that extra ordinary, extraordinary...you already know how I get downs baby ...you already know, this is nothing right here, for real, trust me,  this is nothing right here...where I'm going niggas...niggas don't even go B...straight up...this is real perfection right here ya'll I love this motherfucking track right here, word up she bodied this shit man, word up man, yo Rose man,  put the (indistinct ) on, throw some sprinkler juice on that shit, make it wet and juicy for me (fades out)
+**************************************************
+This Is What It Comes Too (Remix)[Intro: Raekwon]
+Get the fuck up out the spot nigga
+Burn that nigga feet up man
+This nigga in here man
+Fuck this nigga doin' b
+Fat kid get washed off by fiends you wild ass
+Get this motherfuckin' giraffe ass nigga outta here man
+Sheep skin socks ass nigga right here b
+What the hell is goin' on man?
+Light that nigga feet up son, c'mon man
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+I done blacked out, no man is safe, ya' crew is cornered
+Why did you think you could step over me? I'm too enormous
+Plus I heard you an informant, call Bruce, tell em' roll out the plastic
+I'm about to catch a body on this
+No threat, khazer, I don't make those
+Soak my bullets in cyanide, so when they touch ya' that's a case closed
+Dime pieces I bag 'em, follow this pen scroll
+Hoes, I don't chase those, too much drama wit' em'
+That alone I don't have time for, I'm raw, fuck a bitch feelings
+I'm on some old goldie shit chillin'
+Business man baby, stay producin' them dollar signs
+Line for line I'm dope, don't mix me with Quinine
+When the spike hit em' they flat line, period
+One word to describe my grind, son, I'm serious
+Shank doctor with choppers, rainin' on ya militants
+Guns drawn, blowing out ya back ain't concealin' shit
+
+[Hook: Raekwon]
+This what it comes to, wild'n like a western
+Down in this concrete jungle, homie, hope you got ya vest on
+And ya weapon is oiled and don't jam, but if it do
+Leave ya through when it's time for that warfare
+This what it comes to, wild'n like a western
+Down in this concrete jungle, homie, hope you got ya vest on
+And ya weapon is oiled and don't jam, but if it do
+Leave ya through when it's time for that warfare
+
+[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]
+Yo, yo
+Later on when I die I wanna fly, I'm a warrior
+With my shirt sleeves, slip me a few rounds a Oreos
+Kango tilted, angels was like "Ghost he killed it"
+Sledgehammer rap, the whole damn Clan we build it
+Brick by brick caught blow dryin' the oxi work miracles
+Pray for the healthy from alphabet cereal
+I was taught to bang on niggas that's quick to talk
+Moment of silence
+Bow ya head get it blown'd off
+Rolls, race' and Flair plus Paul Orndorff
+Background, hear me still shootin' when the song's off
+Raow Raow like a dungeon dragon
+Coast by a cop downstairs, don't stop, them baggin'
+Clips hangin' like a Strawberry Charleston Chew
+Strawberry shortcake, great lemonade it goo
+Weather the projects, I drive by, bodies on the Throg Neck
+Lightin' up they ass, bettin' niggas on the side bets, yeah
+Stack chips like Legos
+Pop up on you niggas like Eggo, two hands on the Draco
+Hole in ya back the size of a miniature bagel
+Livewires with ya girls still suckin' our huevos
+We pack addicts, stack habits, still servin' crack addicts
+Louis baggage, we the baddest, 24 karat atlas
+Tell [?] I'm aware 29 savage is [?]
+Rock niggas bite the head of a bird like Black Sabbath
+
+[Hook]
+This what it comes to, wild'n like a western
+Down in this concrete jungle, homie, hope you got ya vest on
+And ya weapon is oiled and don't jam, but if it do
+Leave ya through when it's time for that warfare
+This what it comes to, wild'n like a western
+Down in this concrete jungle, homie, hope you got ya vest on
+And ya weapon is oiled and don't jam, but if it do
+Leave ya through when it's time for that warfare
+
+[Verse 2]
+I'm nice, targets get hit whenever I squeeze
+Don status, get my dick sucked whenever I please
+Above the law break, beat cases, don't cop pleas
+I buy my cars, bet y'all niggas whips be leased
+I'm a wolf off the loose, somebody find his leash
+I'm a star, you a Starburst sweeter than fruit
+No kinda background, claimed killer, then who did you shoot?
+Must've imagined that, with your far-fetched raps
+Shit is real over here, til' we blast on Satan
+Take trips in and outta the country, turn dark clouds to sunny
+I'm livin' good, my paper got me comfy
+You in the hood talkin' bout you wanna war with me
+I get your projects shot down while your land lord sleep
+Now you in too deep, no turning back from your actions
+You a killer then show me, if not, then meet my savages
+The general, I'll have my goons tear up your establishment
+
+[Hook]
+This what it comes to, wild'n like a western
+Down in this concrete jungle, homie, hope you got ya vest on
+And ya weapon is oiled and don't jam, but if it do
+Leave ya through when it's time for that warfare
+This what it comes to, wild'n like a western
+Down in this concrete jungle, homie, hope you got ya vest on
+And ya weapon is oiled and don't jam, but if it do
+Leave ya through when it's time for that warfare
+**************************************************
+Smith Bros.[Intro: Raekwon]
+Take it back 1993, '94 or something
+Yeah, runnin' through the stairs and shit
+Trynna to get to the roof
+Narcotos is on, some other shit
+
+[Hook: Raekwon]
+My niggas won't stop til we straight, select bigger gates
+We won't stop until we buyin' estate, yo
+Pull out them burners and front, where I'm from
+Better shoot something, if not, niggas won't salute nothing
+My niggas won't stop til we straight, select bigger gates
+We won't stop until we buyin' estate, yo
+Pull out them burners and front, where I'm from
+Better shoot something, if not, niggas won't salute nothing
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Corner filled chains and Gucci glasses
+The was the era when we flipped all the shh, on the store, splashed it
+Had Dominicans runnin' and eatin' steak and cheese sandwiches
+They in the back, braggin', the fifth slut
+Fuckin' with a few niggas nieces, take it back when we would
+Rock for a leases and stand on the speakers
+I got the shit locked, I'll battle you, you, you and your whole gridlocked
+Little shit, supported the beef
+Fly Pierre couldn't tell me nothin' with a brand new beard
+Couldn't wait, but kept survivin' the years
+We sold crack daily, crack mad bailey's, crack faces and skulls
+Sit back, watchin' the mack, twist carefully
+It was them horrifyin' times, spit dimes
+Police sneak up, I hope he know the time, get mine
+Just livin' the ghettos, where we suppose stand loyal
+But the game'll get you trapped when it's time, yo
+
+[Hook: Raekwon]
+My niggas won't stop til we straight, select bigger gates
+We won't stop until we buyin' estate, yo
+Pull out them burners and front, where I'm from
+Better shoot something, if not, niggas won't salute nothing
+My niggas won't stop til we straight, select bigger gates
+We won't stop until we buyin' estate, yo
+Pull out them burners and front, where I'm from
+Better shoot something, if not, niggas won't salute nothing
+
+[Verse 2: Raekwon]
+The year's 1990, everybody grimey
+Crack was what's in it, the vehicles was 1-90's
+Young shorties be gettin' their bread, haunted by Jamaicans
+Them niggas had their corners on red
+Map the laws, runnin' cards, playin' bars
+Mask the coke in the cars, twist the gan', mad, crackin' cigars
+Smokin' through Queens, bitches stealin' Guess jeans
+Get the scope on our stars, little did we know, we folow they dreams
+Now we get around in live limosines, flash stacks in cuisines
+Combat, get to smackin' the fiends, just max for a minute and lean
+All the shit for the moment, slick omens, my opponents would scheme
+We were shot downtown, hit trains, buy cables and remain
+The illest villains, walkin' in spots
+Playin' the corners, baby, vision or not
+Said yo, and when it's on, we gon' rep and rock, nobody call the cops
+
+[Hook: Raekwon]
+My niggas won't stop til we straight, select bigger gates
+We won't stop until we buyin' estate, yo
+Pull out them burners and front, where I'm from
+Better shoot something, if not, niggas won't salute nothing
+My niggas won't stop til we straight, select bigger gates
+We won't stop until we buyin' estate, yo
+Pull out them burners and front, where I'm from
+Better shoot something, if not, niggas won't salute nothing
+
+[Verse 3: Raekwon]
+Where all the major swingers, yo
+Where all the live fresh, came home, up state livin' fly rangers
+We rep them niggas and we love 'em
+Sons, we hug 'em, they make it home and be gone in a week
+That's some letters, all my niggas live together
+Baby yellin' whatever, we all write in hands, nothin' but creeps
+Hold me down, I'ma hold you fatter
+Watch me catch both of these actors, it's Ice Water throwin' hits in the cling
+Bloodhounds is on you, goons is beamin'
+Take it to the team to team, plot thing, blew you a bean
+It's just a young poor hustlers thing
+But your gun got a ring, if you gonna live like a young kid
+
+[Hook: Raekwon]
+My niggas won't stop til we straight, select bigger gates
+We won't stop until we buyin' estate, yo
+Pull out them burners and front, where I'm from
+Better shoot something, if not, niggas won't salute nothing
+My niggas won't stop til we straight, select bigger gates
+We won't stop until we buyin' estate, yo
+Pull out them burners and front, where I'm from
+Better shoot something, if not, niggas won't salute nothing
+
+[Outro: Raekwon]
+Too all them killas and the bank robbers
+This is another, another, Smith Bros. production
+Production, it's Lex Diamonds, muthafucka
+You know what time it is
+**************************************************
+From the Hills[Hook: Raheem DeVaughn]
+From the Hill to the Shaolin
+All the rules that came, from foreign part
+From the Hills, of the Shaolin
+With an iron fist of fury and the mighty sword
+To fulfill the prophecy of the Wu-Tang, of the Wu-Tang
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+In the Polo store, fronting in war clothes, it been like this
+From right in time when I was nine years old
+I was a hot mess, smoking cheeba, running with stolen speakers
+Dropped beepers, even wore a victory vest
+I run with niggas, digging knots from niggas, running out the school
+Stunting, back of the bus, flashing the ox
+Rock the V-Gooses, everything we wore was name brand
+Sold three lucy's, just to get on call plan
+R.E.C. Poss' Rockers, the Blip Brothers
+Even the Spin Doctors, sat and smoke blunts, I been bopping
+All my kins blew up, we grew up with
+We used to do what? Running through the sewers and then shopping
+Pick pocket, deuce baby, take it in truce, baby
+You know how we do, come run in my boots, baby
+The niggas came through, touch the God, here Shallah
+Ever since went from ninjas to gem stars, sing Rah
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2: Method Man]
+Reunited, another LP, we're all excited
+That wreckless eyeballing'll get your girl indicted
+My touch like Midas, I cramp your style, arthritis
+These niggas is food, I eat they food, nigga-ritis
+Your man don't snooze, insomniac
+This The W, the Clan don't lose, you putting hands on who?
+Hands down, I can handle you, you half man, half animals
+If you are what you eat, and eat pussy, you'se a cannibal
+And stopping me, is what you can not do
+Either get in the game, get out the way, or get ran right through
+I ain't different Method Man like you
+But you ain't like us, we play rough, my community tough
+And little kids in my community cuss
+Ya'll be showing your guns, but the ones in my community bust
+And when they do, you get a jewel re-up
+
+[Hook]
+**************************************************
+The Hood[Hook: Tiffany Villarreal]
+Some day, I know you'll be far away
+I'll be right here to stay, give me one day
+Baby, baby, don't, run away, come see me
+Some day, I'll be right, here today, just give me love, Rae
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+To my hood, I'm always there for you
+Rain, hail, sleet, snow, and I'm there
+For all the underprivileged, yo we here
+My life is all in your soul, daily, since nana left us
+She took all of your blessings, cuz she been there
+My life change, yo, could never though be without you, yo
+It's strange when I want it to rain
+On my best friend's grooming, we all had visions of you
+We broke nights, God, knowing you cared
+Peace, nigga, only for a minute and I'mma break out
+Come back and kiss you on your feet, here
+I love my hood, I love my niggas, there, yo
+The older we get, we understand, you might tear
+
+[Hook: Tiffany Villarreal]
+Some day, I know you'll be far away
+I'll be right here to stay, give me one day
+Baby, baby, don't, run away, come see me
+Some day, I'll be right, here today, just give me love, Rae
+
+[Verse 2: Raekwon]
+You keep the little young ones, happy, true
+Graduations occured, you look so pretty and new
+Look at the sky, all blue, all old people with you
+Facilities mailing, jail brothers miss you
+Wow, it gets crazy when I think about the money you made me
+Slipped me away, but Jakes tried to rade me
+Nighshifts, smokin' on spliffs, you kept yellin'
+"Carry your fifth, the down the block niggas is gay"
+They keep police invadin' your space, we can't live
+Plus, they gassin' the mayor, them niggas wanna give you away
+We won't have that, suburban people mad at the fact
+That you be gettin' more company then them, they just be scared of that
+"Hood", look at your name, spell it backwards
+Yo, "Dooh", that's what they yellin' in vain
+You the realest, the most livest, flyest, you part of life
+I gotta give you love, cuz you gave it God and life
+
+[Hook: Tiffany Villarreal]
+Some day, I know you'll be far away
+I'll be right here to stay, give me one day
+Baby, baby, don't, run away, come see me
+Some day, I'll be right, here today, just give me love, Rae
+
+[Verse 3: Raekwon]
+Who ever said you ain't do right by me, they frontin', yo
+They couldn't understand that we was a team
+I used to come out, hear you words, talk to me, walk with me, brother
+Cool, try to be succesful and dream
+The city lights is on, now, they wanna turn 'em off
+Try'nna start some shit, actin' like you never made a penny for 'em
+Dun, they doin' you dirty, we had Summer Youth for that, though
+No need to cry, never get worried
+You gon' live forever, word to mother
+Cuz she raised you right, and you got fifty-one brothers
+I sat with the trees and had conversations at bees
+We talked about throwin' money up, landscapin' your knees
+You forget that, something to talk about
+Show me where to take the check, pay these suckas off and be out
+The'll never be another place, everybody happy to see
+That's why I keep coming back to you, peace
+
+[Hook: Tiffany Villarreal]
+Some day, I know you'll be far away
+I'll be right here to stay, give me one day
+Baby, baby, don't, run away, come see me
+Some day, I'll be right, here today, just give me love, Rae
+Some day, I know you'll be far away
+I'll be right here to stay, give me one day
+Baby, baby, don't, run away, come see me
+Some day, I'll be right, here today, just give me love, Rae
+**************************************************
+IntroThis paperwork is just fuckin' my eyes up. Shit is really based on politics, man
+
+Yeah, they were right when we was in the street, huh?
+
+You need some tissue, man?
+
+Yeah
+
+Shit is just real right now because, yo, everything count man. Everywhere you walk, a nigga gon' judge your walk. But only you can judge yourself at the end of the day, knowin' what the fuck is you doin'. A lot of niggas gotta see that man, immobilizing is the best thing right now coming from whatever we came out of, you know?
+
+Yeah, but they don't make cats like you no more, baby. It's a different breed out here, know what I'm sayin'?
+
+Indeed so
+
+The world is yours though, baby. The world is yours
+
+We got a plan though
+
+The world is yours
+
+We have no interests, no investments in anything illegitimate. Don't ever underestimate the power of forgiveness. This is real shit right here, I'm tellin' you
+
+Mr. Raekwon and his associates is prepared to deposit 500 million dollars in the Rap Vatican bank. Such times as Mr. Raekwon and his associates receive majority control of the Immobilarity
+
+Immobilarity? Immobilarity could be somethin' new, baby. It's a international conglomerate. A few families have control of such companies. These are important things that a black man like myself and like others need to know. And that's gon' bring about nature. Nature takin' it's course. Come on, let's add on. What you feel? Talk to me now
+
+This is not a question of one person deciding one vote. It's not like any other company in the world! We have directors, we have rules, we have very old rules. I have a board I have to answer to, they have to approve you
+
+Just when I thought I was out, they pulled me back in
+**************************************************
+Once Upon a Time[Intro: Raekwon (Tekitha)]
+Chill, nigga, chill
+Get some rest, man, come on, man
+Stop playin' wit' me, man
+(ohhhhhhh ohhhhhhh ohhhhh)
+
+[Hook: Tekitha]
+Lately... I had a love that would ignite all the fire
+The desire would leave, for you I'd admire
+Lately... you seem all corrupt
+I've had enough and you forced me to hide under covers
+Drove me to arms of another
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Broke the top of goose-down sheets, kissed her on the neck
+Real love, hope this ain't the last time we meet
+Felt like a King who had a Queen want him
+I usually deserve hotels, this one's the gift, slick
+On our eye-to-eye contact, body movement, all on the grind
+A lady's starin' at me, all in my mind
+Sayin', "Boo, I gotta live with you, let's connect and be a bridge"
+You stay three forths and I'ma wiz you
+
+[Verse 2: Tekitha]
+Months ago.. you came to me
+Told me... love me forever
+See.. time has passed.. and lonely days
+Have rid his head now.. stormy weather
+But out of the rain.. came some delight
+I ain't ashamed.. I know that it's right
+The way that I'm feelin'..
+He touches me.. in ways I like
+Says things you won't.. won't day or night
+Givin' me healin.. I'm leavin'
+'Cause you wanted to know.. that is the reason
+
+[Hook: Tekitha]
+Lately... I had a love that would ignite all the fire
+The desire would leave, for you I'd admire
+Lately... you seem all corrupt
+I've had enough and you forced me to hide under covers
+Drove me to arms of another
+
+[Verse 3: Tekitha]
+The only set back in my state of grace
+Is that.. the love is real.. for you and him
+In different ways.. and
+You're out in space.. yes here on Earth it's fun to play
+I wish you were present so my love wouldn't go astray
+And he gives what I need
+Quenches my thirst when you say "Girl, please"
+That's a waste of my breath
+It's funny to me.. that you get upset
+And I told you quite often
+I would fill up the space.. did ya think I was talkin'
+Out the side of my neck..
+You left me alone, what did you expect?
+
+[Hook: Tekitha]
+Lately... I had a love that would ignite all the fire
+The desire would leave, for you I'd admire
+Lately... you seem all corrupt
+I've had enough and you forced me to hide under covers
+Drove me to arms of another
+
+[Verse 4: Raekwon]
+I'm dead in my sleep, she's standin' over the kid
+I'm terrified, shorty was deep
+I had my hand in her account plus livin' in a lab
+Like a Count, I had to go six shorties was pink yo
+She had the yolk on me that's when I went broke
+We used to flip coke together, get boasted and float
+We split real bread, we was large
+We had our weddin' in the garage
+And then she stopped reviewin' my bars
+Hold up
+
+[Hook: Tekitha]
+Lately... I had a love that would ignite all the fire
+The desire would leave, for you I'd admire
+Lately... you seem all corrupt
+I've had enough and you forced me to hide under covers
+Drove me to arms of another
+
+[Tekitha]
+Heeeeeeyyyyyy... yyyyyyyyyeeeeeeaaaaaahhhhh
+Forever.. ohhhhhhh bbbbaaaaaaabbbbbbbbyyy
+Ohhhhhhh yyyyyooooouuuuuu yyyyyyyyyyoooooooouuuuu
+
+[Hook to the fade]
+**************************************************
+Soundboy Kill It[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Ay-yo, life's good, cashmere sweaters in the rover
+Pull up at the club, getting love, pull em over
+Jump out the luxury stroller for ballers
+We sit, burn money all day, blow and roll up
+Fine broads around, that's fly, that's a low ball
+Paper settlin' its real for my gold club come up
+You ain't even know nothing, last week all on the street
+Yelling 'Let me hold something!'
+Now shorty throw your booty up
+Niggas with cash
+Keep it above, we in Louis stuff
+Sit back, blasted, do me something
+When it comes to you, me and this rap shit
+I'm quick to toolie up
+My style, my fly, my weather
+Yeah I drive high plus fly
+You a devil, you endeavor
+Mean days in Ciroc with the kettle
+Throwing cream at shorty's, love it, he a rebel
+
+[Hook: Melanie Fiona (Raekwon)]
+Watch the soundboy, he 'gon kill it
+(To every ghetto that's far, we here.)
+Yeah, watch the soundboy, he 'guan kill it
+(I seen so many scars from it)
+Yeah
+No, we can't turn back the rain
+Now we gotta find another way
+Cause we grind it, burn it, street life's
+Got me caught up can't you...
+Can't you see it's 'bout to blow?
+Can't you see it's bout to blo-o-o-o-o-ow?
+Raekwon, kill it!
+
+[Interlude: Raekwon]
+Ay-yo, wha gwan, you know what it is!
+Assassin, soundboy gangsta, let's go!
+
+[Verse 2: Assassin]
+Well mi say bodybag a zip up like a ziploc (Blaow! Blaow!)
+Murder soundboy, kill the disc-jock (Blaow! Blaow!)
+8 ball lodge inna yu six-pack (Blaow! Blaow!)
+Say "it wasn't me" like Rik Rok (Blaow! Blaow!)
+Raekwon, we got the game inna we hand
+Control the dogs like Cesar Millan
+Assassin on the track yo, call it microphone-icide
+Why? (Cause we murder every beat dat we on)
+Then, soundboy yu dead and inna freezer you gone
+Mi say you end up inna tomb, but anuh Giza yu gone
+Raekwon a tell me, "Yo Assassin easy nuh man
+Yu nuh fraid dem tek weh yuh visa mi don?"
+Mi say no, sound fi dead, whole clique a dead
+When mi say di sound dead, all di speaker dead
+Amps dem, di control, all di tweeter dead
+Aye!
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Outro: Raekwon]
+It's real, man
+The Chef, Assassin, Melanie Fiona
+Word up all my soundboy killers
+The DJs, hold the fort down man, word up man
+100 cases of motherfuckin' Guinness
+Nigga you know how we win this
+Song feels so real 'til I finish this shit
+Aah!
+**************************************************
+Never Used To Matter[Sample]
+"Never used to matter to you..."
+
+[Bun B]
+We used to come down in the slab together, we hit the ave together
+Them wood grain wheels we grabbed together
+Had the same plugs, cooked out of the same kitchen
+Hustle with the same thugs, on the same corners pitching
+We hit the same clubs, my family and your squad
+Bought all the bottles they had, we hit 'em so hard
+Fifty G's on Friday night, sixty on the next
+Hundred thousand dollar weekend, my nigga, we used to flex
+Bad bitches for the sex, best weed for us to blow
+Now with me you gotta plex, wanna take it toe to toe
+Is it over a ho, over this work, over the dough?
+Boy, you in over your head, and don't say I ain't told you so
+You never been a soldier, bro, so don't try to front for me, man
+Then lifting weights, acting like you He-Man, ain't G, man
+Quit showing out, nigga, let's go and keep it true
+I guess the shit that we been through ("Never used to matter to you...")
+
+[Raekwon]
+Yo, we puff ounces together, I could of bounced and left you
+When they through them shotties under your nephew
+You know I stood there, back you down, and stood ground, was part of the plan
+I thought it said ("Never used to matter to you...")
+You played it like you was the ringleader, you was a queen
+Lost your manhood, you're off of the team
+Don't ever come back, I'm spitting on you, shitting on you, no more sales
+These shells got your name in script, I'm flipping on you
+Corner drug nigga with priors, your gun never went off
+In jail you was a liar, your wore wires
+Stop fronting on the team, you're through, buy a gun, a crew
+But overall it never ("Never used to matter to you...")
+We hustle for money, you hustle and funny
+Gave you that name, hated my fame, you hated my chain
+Now the chair turn, this is our view, coward you through
+Don't try to say it never ("Never used to matter to you...")
+You fucking liar...
+
+[Sample]
+"Never used to matter to you..."
+"Never used to matter to you..."
+**************************************************
+FridayYo where this nigga at man
+Nigga you a daylight and a dollar short, man its a done deal
+Yeah. It's over with, son. It's done!
+Aight
+You owe me 20, 000 big faces for that
+Heh..Who owe you 20??
+..You Al, nigga?
+..nigga I don't owe you shit..
+..aight..
+*sound of a splash as a body hits the water*
+
+Friday nigga
+Whats the word
+You got something for me
+I'mma see you in 2 seconds
+Right, yo pull my Rover on the side
+Right there police coming man
+Heard me
+
+[Verse 1]
+Yo up in the game room 4 in the morning and it's storming and we blitzed
+Just rocked another wig yeah we on it
+God had blood on his sweat pants
+The way the tech dance on a nigga face, son ain't have a chance
+Seen him high pitch yellow nigga from outta town
+A young mellow ally trying to run through
+Hell, it's on called the dogs to get on him
+And we caught him, only thing this nigga was a lord in his forum
+Bum nigga fresh outta jail, I used to play baseball with him
+'Til son got large—bought a whale
+Azure by the entrance, guess it's real nigga night out
+He moving on his own negligence
+Yo Lexxy strap up meet you in the back in the Acura
+Spectacular vic, he stackular
+Seen a nigga gem-down, fresh haircut trying to swim now
+Aqua green Avias on brim style wild
+We walked by eyeing 'im
+Shorty ain't looked he trying to get fly, my niggas ain't dived on him
+Kaze had the Mac in the vest, the way he moving might be dressed
+He made two rights nigga move left
+Standing by the incinerator, thank God he a generator
+I can tell, bought his lady suede gators
+Yo now it's time to move, spin nozzles on the tools
+Might just bust him quiet style rules
+He walked out the crib, yup draped
+We on the elevator baked, staring at the nigga chain shape
+We looked at him, seen all crooked, then we flashed on him
+He knew we was live, my man Boo spazzed on him
+Pulled out, take off the wool, nigga cool out
+Walk you out the bulding, betta run nigga move out
+This nigga liver than fuck, larger than fuck
+Better kill me, all y'all niggas is butt, what spray it up
+Tuck the chains in, Kaze shot him at point blank range then
+He started screaming like a cave man
+Blood got a salty taste, I can tell furniture fell out his face
+Laced now it's a case
+Threw up, vomit on my coat piece
+Snatched all his ice now, Chrome T, boatin' off low-key
+Didn't know the kid was large
+Hour later call from jail, Mexicans surrounding the gods
+Chill you bigga than the ocean, slow motion
+Play it off no emotion but my man in there grossing
+What to do they might kill him
+We might kill you circulate death, that's how the real do
+We sat there 3 live macks of the year
+Crack beers one nigga in the back washing off his track Airs
+Don't take it serious, vivid flow luxurious
+I'm hearing this'll, make a real nigga curious
+Friday my day, chill Pop, leave 'em on the highway
+Bet he won't never fly my way
+**************************************************
+This Shit Hard[Hook]
+Fuck a middleman, I can get it direct
+Cook it up, watch it bubble in that pyrex
+This shit hard, that's what I'm talking 'bout
+This shit hard, that's what I'm talking 'bout
+I could show you how to make a killing in them projects
+All I need is some powder and a pyrex
+This shit hard, that's what I'm talking 'bout
+This shit hard, that's what I'm talking 'bout
+
+[Verse 1]
+Yeah, I'm getting fronted by the boat, waiting 'til they catapault
+Raw organic blow, straight off the banana boat
+Frantic when them birds landed, niggas damn near had a stroke
+?? shook a can of coke
+Voila as the baking soda merging
+Agua, make it up bubble up like detergent
+Start off soft when I whip it, work it
+Come back hard like a nigga from his first bid
+Yeah, this is the type of shit that hook your mayor
+Marion, rich, pure, white like an Aryan
+Met him at the Sheraton, reminded me of Pablo
+Giving me his spiel while I inhale cigar smoke
+He said I supply it through private cargo
+You need to find a pilot that could fly you to Chicago
+And back to the condo to come up with a plan
+I met a plug, cutting out the middleman
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2]
+Yeah, ?? shit smell like fish scale, cocaine
+Let the water boil then I cook it on the low flame
+Whipping up the whole thing with a box of Arm &
+Hammer, shit coming back like karma
+Pull it out the water, the icing on the cake
+Let it dry, paper towels sitting on a plate
+Scrape the shake out the pot, the feeling on his face
+So numb that he try to tell me how it tastes
+Hit the cookie with the razor, make it crumble
+Nigga at the kitchen table wrapping up bundles
+Caught carpel tunnel in your wrist I'll be damned
+Got the whole hood looking like Zombie Land
+Now I'm at the dock, directing the van back
+Forklift the pallet, ripping off the saran wrap
+White like anthrax, nigga met the birdman
+Now I got them things transported through a ??
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3: Raekwon]
+Ayo, the Carlos Slim of the hood
+Champion hoodie, what's goodie
+I'll put y'all niggas on and I'm fully
+A gangsta 'til I'm gone
+Been blessed with these ounces for so long
+Giving niggas money for their moms
+This bail paper right here is backup
+I'm leaving the country, need a trillion on my arm to live comfy
+Back up, my spots is like leopards
+I come through with shepherds
+Shoulder strap on, black Louis black bombers
+Yeah the police is scared and it's weird
+400 thousand, take them there
+You know it's all of us, one crack you can't even spam
+I'm not doing jail for racketeering
+My niggas gangsta for sure
+We'll shoot anything, just open the door
+We get it in, we want RBC money
+Ready with black crack, running back to the crib, they coming
+
+[Hook]
+**************************************************
+Silk[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Hibachi pots, Lemonade scotch in the Glock
+Toast whoever ?? a nigga's watch
+Riched up feeding her French duck
+Up in Prime One, one son on me, he shoot like he fuck
+A Welly Fargo yo Gallardo jet red
+Listening to Marvin and Keith in them ??
+Gambling spots, I own the lease
+Quarter millions only, on top of the grass we got suites
+Man, bottles of Rose, the OJs is here with cold play
+I sit back, perform in the grown way
+My paper is proper, my bitch hella copped
+I bought, copped me to Alans ?? courts
+So many reasons to eat
+Don't wanna kill no more, ayo, I'm two steps away from the ??
+Lee and Dirty ain't cleaned it in years
+I'm hustling a new way, my bookkeeper is standing right here
+Ice water is the logo, y'all niggas know so
+Flavor like a adobo bring the mayor to ??
+It's promo rap nigga, I grow though
+Catch me south France lumberjack mink bunch of snow cones
+
+[Interlude: Raekwon]
+Yo
+We got like, forty thousand motherfucking biscuits in the back
+Y'knowwhatimsayin
+For all the niggas that been putting the weight up, doing their thing, that's good
+For real
+
+[Hook: Big B]
+I've been watching, I've been learning
+It seems like I've been hustling for years
+Now that I've got my earnings
+I wanna get away from here
+Cause as the world keeps turning
+I'ma get mine, I swear
+
+[Verse 2: C.L. Smooth]
+Pull them off the lot, let's race 'em
+I'm here to break the set to the break who can take 'em
+The ambiance, giving no response he gets what he wants
+The scratch that he flaunts, nightmares he haunts
+I'm just a smooth killa, nothing to prove nigga
+Your shit is hard but I'm like, ten times iller
+I'm Merlot Sipper, you can see my habit
+I'm just a businessman besides your chick magnet
+A grown woman lover, a shorty's father figure
+You keep it all hood, I'm thinking much bigger
+Cause life is sweet you spread your wings
+The land, the kings, we get right and handle things, you hear?
+Like the pieces on the board
+And my quest for peace is what made me a warlord, dig it?
+Spit bars exquisite, no lies, I live it
+No telling which island I plan to inhibit
+Laid up with a bad bitch, choking on a cigar real far
+Feeling stout pussy by the seashore
+Smoking jacket and more broads
+I'm here to get all yours
+The prettiest one you pick, down on all fours
+
+[Hook: Big B]
+I've been watching, I've been learning
+It seems like I've been hustling for years
+Now that I've got my earnings
+I wanna get away from here
+Cause as the world keeps turning
+I'ma get mine, I swear
+
+[Verse 3: Sauce Money]
+Hide the body, I got that hammers that hate you
+Extended clips that's ungrateful
+Only thing I could promise is your exit won't be graceful
+I'm just hoping your necklace is tasteful
+Put you to sleep, that's how I wake you
+No alarm clock could ever wake you
+I stay out late at night grinding for my payout
+I shot my way in, I shoot my way out
+That's if I have to, see how it play out
+You have a better understanding for the day out
+Politic with Chef, fine tools survey the lay out
+Uh-huh, AK out
+Taking over blocks, making over spots
+As the uncut raw and baking soda locks
+Last stop inside this coke boy tour
+Searching for paradise over this dope boy war
+
+[Interlude: Sauce Money]
+Y'knowhatimsayin, Chef?
+You gotta get it by any means, my nigga
+Hold it before niggas wake up and we dawn
+
+[Hook: Big B]
+I've been watching, I've been learning
+It seems like I've been hustling for years
+Now that I've got my earnings
+I wanna get away from here
+Cause as the world keeps turning
+I'ma get mine, I swear
+**************************************************
+Whatever, Whenever[Intro]
+Yeah, fly shit, man, word up, man
+It’s that old motherfuckin’ laid back and
+Leanin’ back on that good old alpaca
+In the back of the vehicle and shit
+Countin’ up motherfuckin’ 68 thousand
+Two motherfuckin’ vests on the floor
+Got mad reefer in the ash tray
+Police put 17 cars away
+You already know, man, shit is realer
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Threw on the Harley leather sheepskin gloves, my Beretta
+‘Bout to hit the ghetto, hard-body bring the kettle
+Niggas is drinkin’ and gamblin’, all you see is hammers in my corner
+Champion sweats, hoes in pajamas
+7-50 new blue, this is my lady
+She stay playin’ suits, mad cute, two 3-80s
+And her cousin, a police who live in the east
+I knew him from the fifth grade, he definitely is a beast
+A thug smugglin’ cop who live in the ‘hood
+Plus he rock a lot of Carhartt, Braveheart, die hard
+The day I seen him, was the day they tried to rob him
+They pulled out a flare gun, they shot out his charger
+Yo, beast started simmerin’ at dice games and pubs
+Niggas runnin’ up in alleyways gettin’ mugged
+Niggas lucky, ‘cause them other niggas butt
+I sat back, calm as fuck, enter the conference
+
+[Hook]
+Whatever, whenever
+Just keep that thing up on you
+Wherever, whenever
+Whatever, whenever
+Just keep that thing up on you
+Wherever, whenever
+
+[Verse 2: Raekwon]
+Show ‘em how we position, all of the shit glisten
+Stones flooded the Smith and, liquor, I’m reminiscing
+Fiends are still sniffin’, sons are still in prison
+My pen is still scriptin’ all of them ghetto visions
+They gave me the contract, came where moms is at
+Left a Audi 86 in the driveway in the mack
+Felt like young Bond, Tom Forrest, slacks and metal lenses
+Two polaroid pictures in front of his brother’s Benzes
+His sisters was some hustlin’ dykes, bullyin’ niggas
+Ridin’ around, mollied up, plus suspended licenses
+Hit the stash box – right there, a hundred in cash
+Left a blue steel muzzle in the glove box, yikes
+4:40 that morning, it’s foggy, I’m under the Gotti
+Louis jumper jacket, huntin’ hat cocky
+Mad ‘cause I ain’t fuck that morning
+I had a Korean-Malaysian black sister with a thunder back ridin’ me
+Made it to the balcony part
+Tossed the rope around the big lion head statue, climbed up remarkably
+Right by the window, they there
+Took a glance through, they covered in Versace covers
+Fuckin’ in the mirror
+Couldn’t see the faces, heard the moans
+La Perla Draws hung off the sectional chair, cocked the chrome
+Emptied the barrel, all you saw was goose down flyin’
+The trigger felt like wind, it was two bitches lyin’ there
+
+[Hook]
+**************************************************
+86'[Verse: Raekwon]
+Wood green jacket in the clapper
+Catch me inside Mojito City with a stretched plump actress
+Grabbin’ her thong, the light-skinned Mia Long
+Rich niggas way back, the bitch do John
+Why would you ever wanna be here?
+Guns bigger than me here
+I’m like the centipede, three pair
+Wallabees, first pair ferocious
+Guns from Scotia, everybody know I flow like oceans
+Truck little pieces, how’re we gonna eat this?
+I walk around fly, high, telekinesis
+And my lady a well known designer who fell in line with me
+And all she do is sell LV
+We in the grow house, trees look alone
+I built the Dutch Master train set, relax, you home
+And watchin’ Carmelo when the Knicks go in
+I’m playing my square, I’m in the front row, my bitch roll in
+That’s not wifey, that’s a lover
+She gave me some top, but how we met, she was alone with my brother
+Givin’ twenty-year veteran good dick, came to my senses
+Stay strong like old man in dentures
+Wintertime rockin’ the fox, hangin’ with Bruno Mars, The Lox
+Sting, yo, Nas’ pops
+We gettin’ honeys, Rat Pack clique in my gunny
+Blowin’ two Ls, Ocean 11 this money
+Floss stays coolin’ on them horses
+Hoppin’ over logs, long Polo boots, ownin’ them Porsches
+Maxin’ king, everything Gucci
+Just like the suits I play Saturday to stay in Jacuzzis
+Brother Man, I’m floatin’ to mother lands
+And came back with ounces of gold, wrapped aside, rubber bands
+Hangin’ in McCormick & Schmitz
+Doin’ my OG thing, slangin’ some ‘caine in the mix
+
+[Bridge: Altrina Renee]
+I’ll be flying to the islands when it’s cold outside
+Matching furs, his and hers, got matching black cars
+On my life, livin’ right, baby, love is no limit
+Life’s good either way, 'long as you in this
+**************************************************
+King of Kings[Intro: Havoc Raekwon]
+Let's go Yeah, nigga
+Good lookin' Rae that's what I'm talkin' 'bout
+It's all good don't worry about it
+You feel what I'm sayin'? Don't worry about it
+Yeah Word up, let's go
+You know how we gotta come at this niggas, man
+Yeah, come on, yo
+
+[Verse 1: Havoc]
+Stuck, y'all like gum underneath my kicks
+Better move little fucks when the heat I'll spit
+The hammer clap like the ass on a meat-out chick
+Dump clips like a triflin' ass bitch to drop
+If you short you're a chance in the box
+But I ain't lettin' you play with the guns in the club, I'm boothin' the ox
+Got my eyes on the ho's and I'm a peripheral
+Got you cowards poppin' that Moe', my hand on the 'istol
+Wild out, have a ball, you could drink 'til you 'url
+Thought the Firewater was strong, the pound'll leave you curled
+On the floor, like a new born baby, God
+What you mean "Is he dead?", what type of shit is leakin' out of his head?
+When you cowards see the drama and it come to a head
+I'm hittin' Rae up on the jacket, it ain't much to be said
+If it's on, go without sayin' somethin', deliverin'
+Visa verca, this is Havoc, baby, we those niggas (we those niggas)
+
+[Chorus: Raekwon]
+All that money is us, now what's fuckin' wit' us?
+Ay yo all around hungry, that's us and can't get nothin' get it
+Ay yo all that money, all them niggas
+All them shorties, everybody yell, "All lovely"
+
+All that money is us, now what's fuckin' wit' us?
+Ay yo all around hungry, that's us ,and can't get nothin' get it
+Ay yo all that money, all them niggas
+All them shorties, everybody yell, "All lovely"
+
+[Verse 2: Raekwon]
+I chop meat out ya face, Daddy, gladly
+Mad breeze on, rubberband currency and I splash ya visa
+You know the code, yo Caesar low straddlers
+Front Streets, cracks all in the front seat spazzin'
+Imperial wizards, Staten
+Knife game off the chain and I'm with four hundred with wagons yo
+Live wires, shoot darts for bread
+Any map, I assist that, I'm holdin' it, all niggas dead
+What? Battle for cake and fuck wizzes
+We do it straight business, all mount ride, ain't no fake niggas
+Reminisce, spit faces
+Pissin' on the fake little swindler's list, Rae gave them niggas cake
+Battle the gun, you're wildin'
+I might levitatate well, I might take ya shit, push up, stylin' it
+Oxes, reefers, police need us
+The regime of Shaolin with Queens re-up
+Fuckin' with the poisonous hand
+Remember y'all, no commercial, I hurt you, yo go get ya mans
+
+[Chorus: Raekwon]
+All that money is us, now what's fuckin' wit' us?
+Ay yo all around hungry, that's us and can't get nothin' get it
+Ay yo all that money, all them niggas
+All them shorties, everybody yell, "All lovely"
+
+All that money is us, now what's fuckin' wit' us?
+Ay yo all around hungry, that's us and can't get nothin' get it
+Ay yo all that money, all them niggas
+All them shorties, everybody yell, "All lovely"
+
+[Verse 3: Raekwon]
+Ay yo select me, Gucci sneaker recipe
+Not the S dot Carters, no disrespect but respect me
+One of the top five gangstas alive
+My element is just the Elliott Ness, niggas who hide
+Yo, I ran from some niggas that was police
+These niggas heard about me bringin' marked money in, I had the whole East
+I've been the greatest, been flippin' the latest
+Somethin' like the new haggler on the Ave., ham it up, pullin' haze
+And all the young niggas praise me
+It's like the talent of the Six Million Dollar Man, 'yana pace
+Come on, banana squeeze, aim at these Caravans
+Heard he had his man and that ugly Keish'
+Comin' from a galaxy of hood, hard real people gettin' ki's
+Fuck wit' the media, it's all good
+
+[Chorus: Raekwon]
+All that money is us, now what's fuckin' wit' us?
+Ay yo all around hungry, that's us and can't get nothin' get it
+Ay yo all that money, all them niggas
+All them shorties, everybody yell, "All lovely"
+
+All that money is us, now what's fuckin' wit' us?
+Ay yo all around hungry, that's us and can't get nothin' get it
+Ay yo all that money, all them niggas
+All them shorties, everybody yell, "All lovely"
+**************************************************
+Missing Watch[Intro: Raekwon (Polite)]
+Oh shit! Fuck is my watch at?
+Shit... what the fuck?
+Nah man, nah man, hell nah
+These bitches is frontin
+The fuck the shit go?
+Them drug gangstas
+Yo son, you got my shit?
+(Nah, son, I ain't got ya shit)
+Son you ain't got my shit?
+(Nah, nigga, I ain't got ya shit)
+Yo, son, my shit is gone
+(Pah listen, I ain't got ya shit
+Lex you sure you ain't leave it in the..)
+
+[Raekwon]
+I started buggin out, fell in the zone, half the bone lit
+Passed off, rubbin on my ski hat - oh shit!
+My blunt fell, my watch, you seen it?
+Gleamin little young fella, he just had the stupidest look, weeded
+Yo, I'm tired and stressed, hungry and I'm vexed
+And I'm flippin cause these niggas wanna play me for test
+Shit fell off ya hand Lord? Stop it, I'm eyein niggas in they faces
+After that I'm goin at niggas pockets
+The watch, faggot yeah, y'all niggas got my shit
+"Yo Lex we family, I helped you cop yo' shit"
+Then help me find my shit!
+Eye-ballin every fake Frankie Lymon in the joint
+Break out, find my shit!
+Yeah, yo now I got robbed, I smell it
+Mad bitches walkin' by the fella tryin' to crochet, bitch spell it!
+Listen trick, be out, bounce
+Blew an ounce off of weed in the bitch face, she pulled out two white owls
+"Everybody back the fuck up, move!
+Chef, you actin' like a loose cannon, Pah, with you and your dudes"
+If my shit come up, cool
+Matter of fact, clack-clack-clack-clack, niggas pulled out tools
+
+[Hook: Polite]
+Yo yo yo yo turn the fuckin' lights off
+Pass the illumin' Lord, tell the DJ turn the fuckin' music off
+We got announcements, we want y'all to listen clear
+We just lose about mansion in here
+And yo eh yo if we don't get it back it's gon' be a problem
+Then my niggas gon' react and that'll be a problem
+Eighty-five thou' gone we got a fuckin' problem
+Ain't nobody leavin' alive until we find 'em
+
+[Ghostface Killah]
+Excuse me, Miss, no I ain't havin' it
+I smacked him with the four pound, bitch hit the ground
+Then I stepped off, dry mouth and shit
+Equipped with the dipped courdouroy Bailey's with the cream stitch
+Powerhouse biscuits that blow roofs off
+Rae watch is missin', you take ya boots off
+And take off those chaaaaaiiiiiiinnnns
+The fat fuck thought I was playin' so I started sprayin
+Chicks hit the floor, bottles broke
+The owner slid through beefin', duke threw the toast to his throat
+We brought the noise like we here to promote
+My man don't get his shit in four or five minutes yo we're leavin' with the vote
+A gangsta's lotto, thirteen bodies and still climbin
+Big shotties, bodied when they sniff body
+We did our thing too we got to the Envy lobby
+Our last four or five shots we see nobody
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Polite]
+Eh yo shit got real that night
+Power grabbed him, 'Vine smacked him dead in his head
+(Oh shit, nigga he got a magnum!)
+Yo we all holdin', rollin
+Grab a nigga, search him if he front, fuck it, blow him!
+Watchin' niggas foldin
+The bartender got a shotgun in his hand
+Let off, the wheelchair nigga got up and ran
+Surround the Don, full body armor automatically on
+The faggots passed off the watch and gone
+(yo y'all niggas ain't searchin' shit!)
+Yo where the big mouth at? Niggas step up
+Matter of fact nigga, lie the fuck up
+Nigga tried to swing on G's but he a gentleman
+Son, he dropped the dead arm but failed to see it
+Two shot G's pealed his meat {*starts to fade out*}
+Let's see, niggas tried to front like my niggas is weak
+Corey pulled the truck up, C-4ed this bitch, blew it the fuck up!
+Niggas'll use and niggas'll die in this mothafucka! {*explosion*}
+**************************************************
+Baggage Handlers[Intro: sample from Scarface]
+You got to be kiddin', five hundred?
+Who you think we are, baggage handlers?
+The goin' rate on a boat, is a thousand a night, man
+You know that (first you got to work your way up to 500, cedigo)
+Ok, what I did for you guys in Freedomtown, what was that?
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Return of the kitchen kid, with the axe
+All I know is real detail, coke, lasagna and them E pills
+Million dollar merchandise, we on, get ya groove back
+A hundred yukons, we all moving crack
+All my soldiers got big rank, pa, Sicily money
+Y'all had a bitch that got pregnant in Iraq
+What's the movement? Superman money in the Ooh building
+A few dudes who make a lotta rules sayin' 'you get it'
+Right, wavy hair, all my niggas is polic'
+You stay off the roof, or jakes see the crib
+No snitchin', this Amityville detention
+Might fuck around, get caught, or shot down, play position
+Yeah, here they come, sizin' them up, you know my status
+This is raw way, lookin' in his eyes, and he butt
+Yo, what's happenin'? I heard you got the streets back, captain
+Yup, all niggas is dead, unless they team clappin' something
+He felt the generals plans, recognize, we going all out
+I might throw three in his man
+Had the slick look, looking all Cubaned up
+Don't get it twisted, nigga we'll swiss swish you up, what?
+
+[Hook: Raekwon (Busta Rhymes)]
+From all day to morn', noon, night
+Recognize we gotta re-up (Yo, it's Cuban Link 2, motherfucker)
+You all listen, pay attention
+Word to the team, we gonna key up (Yo, it's Cuban Link 2, motherfucker)
+Get ya birds off, playground
+Yo, stay out my business, you gon' see us (Yo, it's Cuban Link 2, motherfucker)
+For all them real Cash Rule Everything Around Me
+Niggas get y'all stee up (Yo, it's Cuban Link 2, motherfucker)
+
+[Verse 2: Raekwon]
+The kid that endorse Maxmaris, shorty show support
+Take your sweatpants off, fix your mascara
+Four hundred nineteen ounces, out in Long Island
+Twelve strong bitches that's real, who not scared of housing
+Yes, throw on them raccoon, chinchilla feathers
+Let it drag on my boots, the jean burned leather
+Jog through the back of the building, drop the L
+Got the scope on your nosey ass mother, fuckin' up sales
+Forty karat locked in, bowtie, chillin' at the Democrat party
+Yo, Chef, your coat, got it poppin'
+Coming soon, Purple Tape, circle up the city let 'em know I'm back
+Four hundred bricks, and yup, the kids stance
+Sponsored by my cousin in Stan', maintainin'
+Got the call from Tony Young Montana, my son campaignin'
+Yup, I'm not no fuckin' bellboy, I war anything out there
+The ring is mine, you can tell Roy
+That's when I was hit with the call, your whole motto is get tour
+Drug rap owner, you will rip all
+Live like the pope, and get a big hall
+Flipped them a claren, the front, like the Jag back like the store
+
+[Hook: Raekwon (Busta Rhymes)]
+From all day to morn', noon, night
+Recognize we gotta re-up (Yo, it's Cuban Link 2, motherfucker)
+You all listen, pay attention
+Word to the team, we gonna key up (Yo, it's Cuban Link 2, motherfucker)
+Get ya birds off, playground
+Yo, stay out my business, you gon' see us (Yo, it's Cuban Link 2, motherfucker)
+For all them real Cash Rule Everything Around Me
+Niggas get y'all stee up (Yo, it's Cuban Link 2, motherfucker)
+
+[Outro: Raekwon (Scarface sample)]
+Yea, we back in the motherfuckin' staircase, nigga
+You know that kid is coming, Cuban Linx, nigga
+Louis Rich, the signature, bitch
+(Every dog has his day, huh, Mel?
+You wanna job Ernie? Ok, then, you call me tomorrow)
+**************************************************
+The Scroll[Intro: Raekwon:]
+Regardless, we all ninjas, and got money
+But the theme of the story
+Is yo, checking how they came for me
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Kinda brief from the gold teeth era
+Bro dreaming on C.R.E.A.M
+Complimentaries and beef
+I'm from the wild side, a militant was made by the foremost elite
+It sound good, brung my rifle shit, clean
+Met the others, lit a blunt, begin
+I'm like Nicole Kidman in the wind, niggas is wild, niggas is eat
+Then I chanced it, blood can always beat mud
+Mud is part of being thug, I guess it's advance, we from the street
+This is me, I'm ready to beat, whatever, we gon' off' it
+One time alone, yo, they pricked up Unique
+Meth standing there, rare hustler hair, right in front of the building
+Them niggas do them killings out there
+This is deep, me, Rebel, U-G, he walked in the room
+Scarf rap, pair of Timberlands, beat
+This the potion, roll the scroll out, speaked and another walked in
+Knowing now this is a thief
+We from the same voc's, this is like a pot roast
+Hottest niggas who rhyme, I know them from the time
+This is not 'posed to happen
+Peace Black, we wasn't cool
+Threw the piece back, everything good, I lit the leaf, captain
+Got a mission, to make sure the world recognize our position
+I'm standing near the kitchen
+Shit just might work, I lit the stink, this could be the realest shit
+This could be the realest flip quick
+Everybody stand up in militant, army jackets down
+I said to myself, this the realest clique
+True champ, we gon' rep it through, keep it cool
+No boot camp, no hard work, just some loot, family
+All in, ball til you fall, loyal as ever
+I grab my leather, I'm a lay til you call
+
+[Hook: Raekwon]
+Generals, demons, nighttime, vultures
+Caught up on the ropes, let's team it
+Everybody seen it, Zenith, what you mean?
+Everybody C.R.E.A.M.'in', the all American dream
+**************************************************
+Cuttin’ it Up[Intro: movie sample]
+So ya puttin' all ya subs now, huh?
+Yea, ya doin' real good?
+Ain't you gonna introduce me to ya friend, here?
+Well I'll introduce myself, excuse the glove
+
+"Get ya shit beaten" - Prodigy of Mobb Deep (sample repeated)
+
+[Intro: Raekwon]
+Aww shit, these niggas out here, hold that
+Picture that nigga, all the real niggas, yo, come on
+Yea, word up, I look good right?
+Yo, aiyo
+
+[Raekwon]
+Put my money on the real kings, reveal the rings
+Rocks swing, stayin' bling-bling in Ossining
+Jet mack packages, feast to light it up and beast it
+Cordially invited, the motto is eat this..
+
+[Polite]
+Yo, what up, Lex? (What up son?) Yo it's on again
+Yo, it seem like niggas want war again
+If you ain't know, bet ya niggas heard of me now
+Can't stop me, best bet, murder me now
+
+[Chip Banks]
+Aiyo Lex, put ya diamonds on
+Grab ya vests and ya nine, cuz it's on
+I rep Harlem World where they hustle at
+All the way to B.K. where they bust you at
+
+[Raekwon]
+Yo, yo, gun on 'em in the x-rays
+Real niggas lay tired of it
+Nigga violate it, cut him in the face
+Vivid hand Glock, loopin' the dance, shoot him in the ass
+Like cupid, dealin with an old place, stupid
+
+[Polite]
+Yo, yo, ain't a team allowed to know, fuckin' wit this
+Niggas mad like I'm fuckin' they chick
+See me stuck in the whip, gun in the hip, one in the head
+Ten in the clip, niggas is dead, they imposters
+
+[Ghostface Killah]
+I used to bubble dimes, in the goose, I use to cuddle nines
+And double the fact that you dare think that you can trouble mines
+Big guns is layin', Timothy McVeigh 'em
+Broad day 'em, push 'em all the way in
+
+[Raekwon]
+Aiyo, dred's in the bloody rep
+Yeah, yellow canary Lex', specs on, movin' like vets
+Tri-boro, thoroughest thugs move like DeNiro
+Heat out, extortin' the heroes, 4/5 singles
+
+[Hook: Polite (with Prodigy sample)]
+Aiyo let's go get dough
+Bust slugs in the club, thugs get low
+Bitches showin' me the thong like I'm Sisqo
+Up in the six, yo, watch his wrist glow, damn, it be sick though
+This be the shit though
+You ain't know, got ya moms in the disco
+Singin' the intro, shakin' the ass like the nympho
+Time to move, nigga, we in, time to catch wins
+
+[Ghostface Killah]
+For magical mixes, remix the hell outta the Bible
+Like strip it and switch the whole title
+Robes hit the floors, shoes is buffed
+Gold studded bracelets, handcuffs, they gave it up
+
+[Raekwon]
+Teach niggas how to resolve a big mob
+Keep niggas on beat, fuck around and di-ie the mid-ob
+Niggas gonna bump what, yeah, you wit it whatever
+Let's body these niggas, a lot of niggas bump, yeah
+
+[Polite]
+Yo, yo, never been the type to hold a grudge
+Did five, I was guilty, fuck the judge
+The Ave. got mad when I slid back through
+Iced out, just came home and I blew
+
+[Chip Banks]
+We like, them frisky, rich and poet-esque
+If it's chilly on our neck, then it's cold on our wrists
+The cash flow is nuts, come through 8th Ave
+Another hundred style, burn out for doughin' us
+
+[Trife]
+Aiyo, the hood's off the hook, hooded up crooks
+Play the back burner wit black burners layin' for the juks
+I'm too live, heats be the same as my shoe size
+Fresh out the box, just copped a pair of new nines
+
+[Killa Sin]
+Yo, my team is like nitro, it might go boom when the lights blow
+Catch you in the spinal wit the same knife from Psycho
+My mic flow like Michael on the ball court
+All pro, result of this Cream Team, niggas is all out
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Outro: Ghostface Killah (Prodigy sample)]
+Aiyo, rep for ya town ("Get ya shit beaten")
+Uptown, break it down ("Get ya shit beaten")
+Staten Island, break it down ("Get ya shit beaten")
+B.K., break it down ("Get ya shit beaten")
+Queens and Bronx get down ("Get ya shit beaten")
+Throw ya hands up right now! ("Get ya shit beaten")
+("Get ya shit beaten")
+**************************************************
+The Badlands[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
+Aiyo, Rae, aiyo, Rae, check it out, yo
+Let me go in there one more time and air these niggas out
+For old times sake, you know how we do, my nig'
+Old times sake, just for me, man, one more time, I'm begging you
+Let me just go in, and just fly on these niggas heads, man
+It's what I'm talking about
+
+[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
+It's like a body in a project hallway, who did it?
+Who's the next nigga that sucked the snit-ich
+That's my word, it could never be me
+You see the deer head on the living room wall, like his neck fell off
+That can be all sculptured and glazed with gloss
+Call the shots that Bill Belichick would call
+Snake niggas slither all in the glass house, racial slurs
+When it's time to go to war, they cash out
+Throw 'em in the rear-naked choke, they tap out
+Niggas try to surround the kid, I backed out
+And threw two rocks at 'em, watching the ho drop
+I'm from a place where we locking the low Glocks
+Yellowtape, the bodies, jiggy and road blocks
+Got the towels up in the air, it's so hot
+Talking bout Staten Island, profiling
+Switchblade city, the goons is wilding
+Escape from my slums, nigga, you got talent
+And we don't want the fifth of 'yac, we want the gallon
+
+[Hook 2X: Raekwon]
+Yeah, keep holding the Hill, nigga
+Everything's real, let's grow in the field, nigga
+Big bread or making that lead pop
+Too many ways to get hurt or get hit with a headshot
+
+[Verse 2: Raekwon]
+Aiyo, Yankee blue robins on, hand full of Winston's
+Plump spiker with the ices on
+Glad to eat too, Yves Saint Laurent's is see through
+Blueish five seven, black rag, a street dude
+Liquor crack kept 'em fiending, jumped off the roof two-times
+I'm surprised he seen me, your bags is the truth, my G
+Jumped in the white Turismo, this is fruit for me
+And now the baseheads love my style, I'm like a new pipe
+With airholes in it, they suggested now
+You the new king, new don, new thing, only thing missing
+Is the Qu'ran, a new arm, a new lean
+Yeah, salute the prophet, trooper with a plot, kid
+Every block, tear hood, lock it
+Yeah, all my ride for me, this what I got from it
+You holding steel, yup, pop for me
+
+[Hook 2X]
+**************************************************
+Goodfellas(JD Era)
+Its rainin this year im dolo outside low boots on
+Waitin on the bars ,bags full of grey poupon
+We about the CREAM,and the letters and croutons
+He pulled up, big bodied benz with a suit on
+What up chef?
+
+Raekwon
+Its all real cleaning my new gun
+Bodies is about to drop niggas is out one
+Spraying shit, after that out to the game and shit
+I need take my lady there its all jamie shit
+Get back touch you got a dutch
+
+JD Era
+Come on its on deck
+**************************************************
+Chef It Up[Intro]
+Yeah, yeah, yeah
+Word
+Yeah
+Jump into the movie
+Let's go
+
+[Verse 1]
+Flex around town with the powerful flow in the latest
+I'm like a jag, more spots, more courageous
+I'm here, I never left, the chef blade henchman
+Rep with a thousand one trenchmen
+We all wearin' sweats, Gillettes, and oxes, more foxes
+Coolin' on top of the spots holdin' choppers
+Some new Jordan 6s in the six
+Fly niggas fuck this, fuck that
+My winners get enough that
+Teflon Dons and pimps, pop models
+Louis goggles and the S class blast, don't hit the potholes
+We racin', everything's laced, here's the ratio
+Now bust that down, let's get more fellatio
+
+[Chorus]
+Chandeliers on the throats, we still chef it up
+We heal niggas with notes, we stay weapon up
+Over the pots and stoves, we still chef it up
+Through the valley of hopes we stay flexin', what?
+Chandeliers on the throats, we still chef it up
+We heal niggas with notes, we stay weapon up
+Over the pots and stoves, we still chef it up
+Through the valley of hopes we  stay flexin', what?
+
+[Verse 2]
+Grass get lit in bamboo, the band new
+I will be one of the elites in the streets
+Stores where fours get bought we open up wars
+Some swords get caught, some broads got bored
+Next level, new level, it's gods against devils
+Czars against rebels, we never been flipped
+Army brigades with blades on, all types of niggas catch fades
+In the middle of the street in the yellow line
+The timin' is massive, let's run to the parade
+Bangkok hammers get blazed
+It's in the streets, be amazed
+How young homies turn into slaves
+Eat that nigga for days, what
+
+[Chorus]
+Chandeliers on the throats, we still chef it up
+We heal niggas with notes, we stay weapon up
+Over the pots and stoves, we still chef it up
+Through the valley of hopes we stay flexin', what?
+Chandeliers on the throats, we still chef it up
+We heal niggas with notes, we stay weapon up
+Over the pots and stoves, we still chef it up
+Through the valley of hopes we  stay flexin', what?
+
+[Outro]
+Yeah, yeah
+That's how you do that shit, man, for real, man?
+That's what you do when them niggas here?
+That's how it's going down?
+A-yo, you let me tell you something, man
+Fuck all them niggas, straight up, man
+I don't even wanna say it, man
+But y'all already know, man
+Y'all already know the greatest man
+The greatest man
+We the fuckin' best, nigga, what?
+Hahahaha, yeah, son
+Tell 'em what it is son
+That's right, man
+The adventures
+Chef, one
+Yeah
+**************************************************
+Kids That’s Rich[Intro: Raekwon]
+Nothing but big gooses in here, kid...
+
+[Raekwon]
+Rock your ship, black, million dollar man march rap
+Physically strapped, electrifying gats, flying at
+Rap herbals with verbals, kingpin's swerve out
+Styles 360 degrees, don't blur out
+Pass the word out, we don't bring dirt out
+Yo, swerving out, mass murder route, blaow
+Get up and work now, ya'll niggas feel jerk now
+Take your money back, fuck yours, I'm lookin' truck, still broke down
+Pass the smoke out, fly steaming hat, choked down
+Hailing from the throat down, six hundred dollar coke, baow!
+Last quote now, the don, Lexy float now
+Hope now, Atlanta big boat style, we float now
+Twist the flow Nile, the bitch tore down
+Get it right, the wrist roll down, fly sneaker nigga, low down
+Go down, lady dry ya blower out, casarole role, roll out
+The jack star, track, fold out
+Bone out, pound and a half'll blown out
+Half the bone out, halfway home, it's on now
+
+[Hook: Raekwon]
+Aiyo, cats be telling on kids, now that's a lie, son
+Cats be telling on kids, do or die, son
+Cats that run with you, dumb out, puff blunts with you
+Cats be telling on kids, now that ain't love son
+Cats be feeling you, then what, be grilling you
+Cats be fronting on kids, Lex, you live, son
+
+[Raekwon]
+Learn how to bust these, gemmed out, yo Killa lust these
+Try not to trust these, I'm six Guyanese, dust these
+Set up to fuck these, good luck, trees rolling out with rugbies
+You love these, certified thugs, blowing up g's
+We all that, commissioner don rap, with the arm at
+Set up saloons, bring pawns where we want at
+Reward that, Oscar Award, applaud that
+We like Hardcastle and McCormack, set up the floor mat
+Splash four hat, Similac cats, tour rap
+Faggot-ville, where other reals won't ball at
+React tours that, Hillfinger drawers, Wu hat
+Relax do that, whoever boo trash, two at
+Beige or blue hat, suede wally shoe, lashin' Clue at
+White folks, come out your night clothes, sliding through that
+
+[Hook]
+**************************************************
+Raw[Hook: Raekwon]
+Yes, the shit is raw, comin at ya door
+Yes, the shit is raw, comin at ya door
+Yes, the shit is raw, comin at ya door
+Start to scream out loud, Cream Team's back for more
+
+[Raekwon]
+900 dollars on the glass table
+Wally Clark Gable unable
+Blow it on a grey goose
+Picture that, elephant skin
+Cardier glasses dim
+What's that? Gold around the rim
+Hollywoodizin, without goin Hollywood
+Polly for all, Cream Team playas in the hood
+Stop that scrutenizin, naturize
+See my paper rise, promotin it at Lakeshore Drive
+Trickin at the shark bar, God
+Make sure the collar greens got turkey bars par, we got you Allah
+Rare start grappin the hair, playin Cuban Linx
+Spinnin like the swivel chair, yea
+No question
+
+[Baby Thad]
+The peeps flippin, actin like she wanted me to pipe her
+And they got you jealous, claimin that you never liked her
+Then I found out y'all was too many dykers
+Now I'm hyper, beggin you to hook me with a cypher
+See me in the tunnel and you trouble me
+Get my dick hard dancin, sippin my bubbly
+Yo, beat me in the head, talkin 'bout how you got a man
+That can't get freaky as I wanna be
+No talk, Giant Size in the game
+Colt 45, appliance in the game
+Tyra's in the game, huh?
+Relyin on money, to make sure that my environment change
+
+[Hook 2X]
+
+[Raekwon]
+2:15 and I'm blasted, smack that ass kid
+Light skin, what up? Stop splashin
+Slang got niggas in the choke hold
+Freakin their coats, got $64,000 on clothes, yo
+Wu-Wear jackets and hats, relaxin, bets play that
+Ping-pong champion cats, what?
+Chantin out Walk Myers
+Yo, the weather is nice, flex the Benz
+With $10,000 in flyers
+
+[Baby Thad]
+The squellin I'm for in the six range things
+Make the loyaliest cats, Flipmode do strange things
+Switch like change lanes, chains, rings and glaciers
+Stay phat in it
+
+[Chip Banks]
+Man, I can't stand them chicks, I dig for Vanson
+Play a brother close to Puff is Branson
+Ice work, gleamin I'm catchin them, glancin
+I play 'em no mon', 'bout to bar dance 'em
+White bitches with Banky like, "You handsome"
+Flyin to the hills, to fuck in the mansion
+Only one way you spendin the night in here tonight
+*singing* If your head is right
+
+[Raekwon]
+Dance turn into a romance
+Dance turn into a romance
+
+Get up, get down, move around, cover ground
+Throw it on the brother now, you swore
+I had your mother on the ground
+High rollers that know us
+Crisp pop, giftshop, hollas that rock Polo's
+Here they hold they shoulders, yo
+Lay it like a chain be on, we on Cream Team
+Play on, with all grey on, flavor like crayon
+
+[Hook 3X]
+**************************************************
+Call of Duty[Hook: Akon]
+This is a renegade salute, yeah we on that
+And keep what we kill, yeah we on that
+We never fightin’ we just cock and go click clack
+Turn that ass ‘round, bring it all back
+Know you see me
+I know you see me
+I know you see me
+
+[Bridge: Akon]
+Everybody call me the top driver
+Run it down to the end of the drive line
+This is a callout, callout, callout
+Are you ready for the massacre?
+Somebody throwing down, down, down, down
+Sirens blaring, but they can’t help you now
+Sirens, can’t help you now
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Murder by numbers in Monaco
+Me all fresh to death, big white thing go kinda slow
+Got my elites in the suites, my stones is roughed up
+Camouflage pants, my gold cheek
+When we go, yo, we go together
+Whatever is said, it’s still combat boots on the door
+Still get a million a week, got the lions in the yard
+Barbeque and breadsticks and chic
+Fly generals, international, rational raps
+Who kill like ten percent of these rats
+My team thumpin’ in the crunches
+We fucks with the hard, not anything else just hard
+
+[Hook: Akon]
+
+[Verse 2: Raekwon]
+Tiger claw scar on his neck, rockin’ links
+Mad Bull PTS riles and minks
+Soldiers and gorillas fall fast in the paint
+Protect the projects, intersections, and inks
+You still prove gooses are we mooses?
+Ears and eyes, mad jury on that blare like acoustics
+Kill, kill, kill, kill, yeah more, while she's dying to feel
+Soldier ceremony, we gon' go with horses
+Nobody dying tonight, cause I said so
+More gold chariots, fly back, we fly home
+Sit back blinded in the cabin, General Bang
+Hundred medals on his chest, neck and stab him
+
+[Hook + Bridge: Akon]
+
+[Outro: Akon]
+(Revolutionary) What is it like to be helpless?
+When you're laying there hungry, yeah
+Feel the pain and you're half dead
+Not a game, no contest
+And no matter how strong you are
+Thought that you could be
+You listen to me (hey)
+
+[Hook: Akon]
+**************************************************
+For The Listeners[Hook]
+This for the listeners wit big businesses getting it, living overseas wit it
+Who get fly as a fuck roll up drop a hundred thousand like seed niggas
+All my jewelry is custom and it's live from the head to the V's nigga
+We gon' be getting it, we gon be getting it and getting it
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Drug trafficker, bank book from Attica
+Mack slappa right in ya lab I put the apple on it
+Dipped in pajamas, to hold the llamas and anacondas
+Promotional cuts niggas with choppas
+On the Wu panoramic, elevator lab with a hammock
+Wrangler red, coke in cabinets
+Flex on the mayor, slinging in Disney on the lay-up
+Fresh new whites on you pay us
+Back to this emceeing, dipped in so many DMs
+Taking it back to baby BM's
+Meet me at the manor, where all my kniccas sit back and gamble
+Put your house up, buy you a Lambo
+And my lady she a winner, got a real knicca my agenda
+Cop u everything give you the VIN number
+Style more passion, flashin' a general, nasty, mixed with raw more and fashion
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2:Raekwon]
+Russian connect shower head flooded in baguettes
+Come live in my garage wit the steps
+Blue nosed pit, the stove cost a hunnid
+We trick, money we funny tax write piff
+Covers is Louie, pillows Chanel, flowing well
+Fish tank gazelle made me skip
+The honululu of france, maxing with my boo boo
+Between me and you in this rap im a guru
+Everything we buy is fly. From Fila to Dida
+Catch me overseas near the key-ahs/kiosk
+3 6 to B.I's, tee on, Levis
+Tidal wave rap version me forty mirars
+This pussy ain't nothing, it's money we want
+Rolling a blunt, run down your honey wit a gun, yo
+Niggas to bitches to outside visitors
+With rap crack darts dedicated to the listeners
+
+[Hook]
+**************************************************
+All Over Again[Intro: sample]
+Yes, I got you started, yes, I got you started
+All over again
+
+[Intro: Raekwon]
+Uh... yeah..
+This is on some Can It Be/C.R.E.A.M. shit, right here, too
+Yeah, word up, take it there for these niggas, you know
+Word up? Yeah.. uh-huh, reminisce, nigga
+Word up, nice sunny day, rainy day
+Preferable for you and yours, let's blow, yo
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Who would've thought I would've made it y'all
+Ten years later, still in the gid-ame, the Clan, we was one the greatest
+We did platinum back in '93, we painted pictures you could see
+We was living who ya'll tryin' to be
+RZA had a vision, instead of cookin coke in the kitchen
+He told the God, hit the booth and start spittin
+At first it was a dream to me, Ol' Earth buggin
+Put your gun down, screamin that the streets is gon' be needin me
+I did the Knowledge to the Wisdom that you spoke to me
+The Wu became us, the world enbraced us
+A new day, a new life for the God
+Got a hood thing, watchin' "Ice Water" evolve
+Destined to build a mountain, niggas is doubtin' my work
+Black millionaire, check what I'm worth
+I gotta thank y'all for takin in Lex, I appreciate it
+I apoligize for keepin y'all waitin
+
+[Interlude: sample (Raekwon)]
+Yes I got you started all over again
+Yes I got you started all over again
+(Word up... let's go back... finish up)
+
+[Verse 2: Raekwon]
+Growin' up, we've been through hard times
+Life on the streets, just tryin' survive
+Plus my niggas got mouths to feed
+We sold to crack fiends, coke, ice and money machines
+Shootin' at cops, them maggots tried to stop our C.R.E.A.M
+But it won't stop, can't stop, my niggas locked down in a box
+I feel your pain, I know you're tryin' to come home
+All that weak bullshit, I had to leave it alone
+Heard my mom's cryin' at night, we rap on the phone, I love you
+Never meant to stress you out, do you wrong, yo I'm workin
+Then move you from a block to a home
+We came from nothin', seein' how the world is so cold
+Some niggas comin' out of churches sellin' devil their soul, yo
+My neighborhood is crime central, sort of like prisons and cops
+One on lock, instead of tryin' to defend you
+All that bullshit we've been through, time to draw the line right here
+Got to stop now, time is the issue
+
+[Interlude: sample (Raekwon)]
+Yes I got you started all over again
+(One more jewel...)
+Yes I got you started all over again
+(One more... move... let's go, let's go)
+
+[Verse 3: Raekwon]
+It's time to rebuild, teach our seeds, that guns don't kill
+It's the nigga behind the trigger that will
+Society's ill, blacks support seeds for their mills
+Mentally brainwashed, time moves on, we stand still
+I seen life through the birth of my son, I seen it all again
+A soldier stuck in these streets, hopin' it's war within
+Too late to fall now, I'm on now
+Niggas is born now, we doin' good, we on tour now
+Elevate your prosperity, I'm seein' shit with clarity
+No longer on the low, pa, I couldn't handle thieves
+Too much to live for, I just wanna poly and grow
+Stack ones and watch my little dun's blow
+
+[Outro: sample]
+Yes I got you started all over again
+Yes I got you started all over again
+Yes I got you started all over again
+Yes I got you started all over again
+**************************************************
+Fly Shawty Penelope[Intro: Raekwon]
+Yeah, yeah, straight outta jail
+First time nailing me, realer than the obvious
+They never said it was gonna be easy
+Who can y'all put up with?
+The streets... why you coming at me like that, man?
+You payin' him? You taking care of me?
+What's the matter with you, man?
+See this the shit that make a nigga don't come over, man
+
+[Chorus 2X: Raekwon]
+Aiyo, fly shorty Penelope, fresh female chick
+Straight outta jail, first time mailing me, God
+Realer than the obvious, livelyness was on the line
+I mean like, the sweetest thing, most seen her kind
+
+[Raekwon]
+Bloomingdale patient, slick finance who got a Benz station
+Studying law, buying North Faces
+Tried by the police, yo, straight up and down
+I hold rollies, size six shaconies, daughter, might name her Water
+Son, might name him Rich Porter, style, Law &  Order
+Copped them quarters, it's real, blowing out in Florida
+Displaying a game, frame, I'm adoring her
+Blasting music, I'mma lose it, shorty romance the music
+Just grind, don't dance to it, flexin' with a sun dress on
+Shorty refreshin', less you stressed, stop swarmin' on her
+Yellin', it's all made basic, taste it
+Anybody lace this here, you can blaze it
+Rinaldo stepped up, what, "Lex, you know I got it lined up"
+Bust ya gun from the side, what?
+Take this thought in mound, your frame might be a dime
+But the brain power might not shine
+Shorty had a good head once, rolling up blunts, damn
+She fucked up, got caught in the crunch
+Now, down go her lifestyle
+She on the FDR now, with a Audi J, bugging out
+Stop that drinking, you wild, project chick, yo
+Won't even tuck her chain, nigga, that's foul
+Got caught up in the number run, dunn
+I need to get my life back, son, share one
+Lex laid it out, but she stunt, enter and still smoke blunts
+Shit ain't real, she yelling "Fuck everyone"
+Yup, caught up in the midst, I mean glitz
+Went from doorags to rich, now he blue hat and switch
+I guess, the live way to rap it, shorty went backwards
+Now she stuck with a dirty Guess jacket
+Keep on, giving out the jewels wrong
+Who wrong? Who want? Who trynna-trynna act like you never knew wrong
+Now it's raining, now I'm maintining, gaining
+Probably gaming with positive aiming, long dane it
+Stepped in, jumped in the car, fuck God
+Put the Wisdom for Knowledge, you bond, whine too hard
+Shaking her ass, walking out to the garage, you large
+Fuck men, fuck who weighing nods
+Stopped, took a peak at the stars, the Zodiac, a fine Mars
+Or lose it for a chick behind bars
+Wash, waking up Lars, aiyo collect call Taj'
+Let's take a half a million in the cards
+Laying up, at the Laborage, say I need a massage
+Stressed, jumping out the Guess jumper, charged
+Wifey material, make sure y'all observe the ariel
+I'm mailing this through ya stereo
+Wifey material, make sure y'all observe the ariel
+I'm mailing this through ya stereo
+Wifey material, make sure y'all observe the ariel
+I'm mailing this through ya stereo
+**************************************************
+Intro (Fly International Luxurious Art)Woman: Passport please
+Raekwon: Figaro platinum shit, man
+Woman: Where are you traveling today? It seems you've run out of space on your passport. There's no place to stamp
+Raekwon: I'm a soul train, catch me on more clear jets, nigga
+Woman: Sir
+Raekwon: Versace shower sprinklers, nigga
+Woman: Excuse me, Mister Chef
+Raekwon: Suede walls, Bally sneakers from '86
+Woman: Chef can you hear me?
+Raekwon: Brooks Brothers shit...
+Woman: You've run out of space on your passport
+Raekwon: ...London, nigga, Monte Carlo. The Caymans
+Woman: I'm sorry sir but we won't be able to allow you to fly to Abu Dhabi today
+Raekwon: Nigga we drink that mothafuckin' Dom Perignon
+Woman: It's been [?], sir
+Raekwon: Jeroboam, nigga, 1907 shipwreck, high chief, nigga
+Woman: Excuse me, you don't have any more room in your passport to stamp, sir
+Raekwon: Spike convertibles
+Woman: Excuse me, we have other people in line
+Raekwon: Fly International Luxurious Art
+**************************************************
+Heated Nights[Produced by Frank G]
+
+[Verse 1]
+My life, day one when I was caught up in it young
+Benetton sweaters, Kangols and guns
+The candy shop is where it all popped
+Sellin' ounces of oregano, free lunch, the spot
+Thinkin' all better, can't wait to bag this block
+Cause when I get on, my ass is just rock
+Do a few 1-2s and shop
+I get whore who's runnin' through 5th Ave, a Glock
+I love Polo Gear and top
+A few Woolrich pieces, yeah the [?] was hot
+Dreams and schemes to make a knot
+I sat on the stove and wrote "C.R.E.A.M.," one blunt 2 o'clock
+Gangsta hours if I'm not
+I'm lyin', take a shot, I put it on my 40K rock
+Shorty with an educated bop
+With flavor for days, it's all praise, who amaze you a lot
+
+[Hook] x2
+Front out of drug buildings under the street lights
+Guns go off, we keep pipes
+Every kid caught in the zone, let's hope he make it home
+And sleep right, instead of churnin' the heat night
+
+[Verse 2]
+Ayo maxin' with the machine guns, new [?]
+Tryna stay away from the jail gangs and letters
+My time is now, bread box is startin' to pile
+Homegirl got no style but I'ma lace her
+Catch me in a Blazer with a P9 laser
+Drunk get 25 thousand a razor
+Meet me in the mess hall, you crazy, I'm out in Jamaica
+Breakin' up black weed, chillin' with gangstas
+Fuck around high, might die on vacation
+Better have respect in the right place like Mike Mason
+Everybody smooth when the cake flip
+Niggas start snitchin' on the team whe they say shit
+Get your face lit, it's so hard to make shit
+Can't sit around jealous niggas, that's gay shit
+That's why, yo I'm just around paid shit
+No Minute Maid shit, no son this ain't a slave ship
+
+[Hook] x2
+**************************************************
+Wu-Gambinos (Shaolin remix)Intro:
+
+And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get
+Tony Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America
+Who wants to kill him?
+No information, say yes or no
+One point five million
+All right, you get what you want -- money's no object
+They're all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable
+And there are explosive head bullets, in the clip
+
+[Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)]
+
+Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here come the cop man
+Yo Starks come here, come here Sun
+Come here for a minute!
+Aiyyo aiyyo hold up hold up
+Shit we gotta go to the store for more baking soda
+Yo yo yo get your fuckin, yo this made of glass nig!
+Get your big Adidas off my moms table man!
+Get the fuck off it man
+Yo just chill man, pass the Crystal man
+Niggas is greedy man, damn
+Big ass shits
+Yo man you ain't smoking none of that weed in here man
+Chill man
+
+Bobby Steels
+Somebody go to the store man
+Sup kid?
+Get that baking soda
+(Yo!) Let's cut the pie five ways
+(Noodles) We came off with two mil kid
+Fast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt coming through)
+La cosa nostra
+(Johnny Blaze!)
+(Lou Diamonds!)
+Represent kid
+(Tony Starks)
+Universal frontier
+(Original blood claat bad bwoys)
+
+Chorus: Method Man
+Who come to get you? None. They want guns!
+I be the first to set off shit, last to run
+Wu roll together as one
+I call my brother Sun 'cause he shine like one
+
+Verse One: Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze
+Check it
+Scriptures hit the body like sawed off shotties
+Like my hair notty and my nosepiece snotty
+Fuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably
+Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real
+Ain't nothing fraudulent here, we pioneer
+Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah
+36 Chambers of fear, huh, you lost it
+Information leaking out your faucets, hmmmmm
+Time to forfeit your crown and leave the ground
+There's a new sheriff in town holdin it down
+It's the two holster, shit shot smoker
+Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster
+Wild in the West, a student of my culture
+And life is the test, hold up
+Let a nigga catch his breath, we still paying dues
+And the last one is death, back to the essence
+With that shit you stressing, this rap profession
+Now peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin
+Isle plus my style, Criminology pays
+The last times and days, Johnny fuckin Blaze
+
+Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou Diamonds
+This goes for niggas who know
+Wu will grow like llello, ley no, plus coolin in Barbados
+Ricaans be givin me much shit, the dutch shit
+Stay cool papi, seize it with enough shit
+Back at the lab a, crack's bagged up
+Yo niggas act up, what blow up the workers if they hafta
+Senoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin guards margaritas
+Suckin his dick, up in the whip long
+Designed for rhyme prime nigga jail time jiggas
+Them niggas up in Height figures bitin niggas
+Silks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain yeah
+Jakes beware black rap millionaires
+Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin this year
+One eight hundred gambino niggas yeah
+
+Meth:
+Wu roll together as one
+I call my brother Sun 'cause he shine like one
+
+Verse Three: RZA, a.k.a. Bobby Steels
+Solid gold crown is shinin
+Solid gold, check it Sun yo
+Solid gold crown be shinin and blindin like some diamonds
+I be pioneering the style in the cloud with silver linings
+Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected
+The heart the rib cage the chest and solar plexus
+Casting stones, cracking two-hundred and six bones
+And watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone
+How dare you approach it with dim pones
+The overfiend like noah bean green souls with a soldier mean
+The grand exquisite imperial wizard oh is it
+The Ryzarector come to pay your ass a visit
+Local bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general
+Lickin shots to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial
+Happen millenium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin
+Goes up your adrenalin son it's time for boutin
+It's a mileage resemblin niggas who like followin
+Trapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle
+
+Verse Four: Master Killer
+God steppin forth upon holy down of the track
+It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack
+So I decided to bite down on the mic
+So the pain of the track won't deny the fact
+That I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an expert
+That hurts the individual who tries to visualize under
+'Cause I strike, like thunder
+Niggas couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable
+My wisdom fucks up your respiratorial
+Systems are fractured by the killa tactics
+Style is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged
+Enter the entity, my vicinity
+Is three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity
+Represent the school of hard knocks and Glocks my
+Clan is hoss and got mad moss for blocks so
+Feel the force of impact from the iron side of
+The gat as I attack the track
+From the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome
+Watch a nigga get blown out his muthafuckin dome
+Piece, deceased, laid to rest
+
+Chorus
+
+Verse Five: Ghostface Killer, a.k.a. Tony Starks
+Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room
+Holdin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom
+Full moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath
+Sold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef
+So step back, to the lab at, high velocity
+My teammate, enhance cells well like a pharmacy
+Fuck horado pablos plan growas bravo
+Goodfellas we know, best sellas become novels
+The man rockin head bands, silk scarves and jams
+Early 80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams
+The laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies
+Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's
+Remember them kids that came off with 8 million
+Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavillions
+Them flower heads must have been stupid
+Tell me how the fuck black niggas get caught wit all that loot kid
+That's jet money, undaground money
+Submarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies
+
+Cosa cosa, come on...
+**************************************************
+Brother’s Keeper[Raekwon]
+I flip the bronze e, watching King Kong in the palm
+Smoke alotta cheeba, chilling, cuz it's all about marketing
+Hold the mic, I'm hogging it, handle the goose shit
+Word up, mixing the true shit, my niggas'll shoot shit
+Trees lean, we get it tight, we get fucked right
+We up in the telly, lighting up with the crack light
+My mind calculation, attract like I'm counting peso's
+Out in turban caco's with some fake ho's
+The bling swing, a many mansion, a break phantom
+Floating through the town on some old new improved shit
+Swerve coming through shit, vandals in coupe shit, yo
+Animal blue shit, my scramblers move with
+A kingley, getting blunted to nine hundred
+Floating through the town on some old --
+Coming through the town on some old --
+
+[Chorus: Nas (Raekwon)]
+Turn up the mics, (the world is mine
+The world is, the world is, the world is mine)
+Turn up the mics (yeah, the whole world is mine)
+
+[Nas]
+I'm Nasty but fuck bitches, handcuff snitches
+Feed they nuts to pit bulls and plan more business
+Got sluts on leashes walkin on all fours
+Have 'em eatin from dog bowls pettin' they heads
+Cause they love playin that role they sexy in bed
+Smokin bud' I'm outta control wish death on the feds
+Cup spills with Grey Goose watchin snuff films
+Laughin with dykes that wear patent leather with spikes
+My cheddar is right, Miami beach playin it low
+St. Barts rent a house and a boat
+Two hundred thou' on my throat
+That's only half of what my wife ice cost
+Phonecall, hearin another boss got his life lost
+Well, wipin' sand off of my toes
+Read a book called "Catcher in the rye", I chose
+Some Bob Marley then I plotted a scheme
+To make me and Bump Knux more rich
+Then I got me a team, he got 'em a team
+He tryin to buy G-force with missile launchers
+Tired of walkin' around with beef, with that pistols on us
+C-4's better I'm callin up some B-More killers
+To come and bleed you
+As sure as the sun's in the sky you'll surely die
+You washed up, fuck your people
+Your money ain't as long as mine you dumb and you foul
+Who you tryin to squeeze all this fuck with Alzheimer's disease
+We the new breed, nigga, turn up the mics
+
+[Outro: Raekwon]
+Yeah, you know where I'm from, I'm from Staten Island, man
+Word up, ya'll know it as Shaolin, I call it Staten Island, man
+Cuz niggas get they legs broke, when they try to front, man
+Fuck it, he rhyme? He talking shit, let's break his fingers, man
+Can't write no more, word up, we specialize in choking niggas
+Throwing niggas in cars, driving off and shit
+Open the door on your ass, you know how them Pontiac days went
+**************************************************
+Be Happy (Freestyle)[Intro: Raekwon]
+Yeah, yeah, just dropped that Lost Jewelry too, man
+Go get that bag over there, it's right over there
+Good, good, good - go ahead
+Get at it, got get it - you'd better get that
+Cool…
+Yeah, we good (you know we good)
+Yeah, I feel that right there, yeah, yeah, yeah (that's real, right there)
+Come on, Chef - milk this shit, man
+I'm right here, come on, man
+Yeah, ladies and gentlemen (ladies and gentlemen)
+Welcome to this…
+This that real, the real - let's go, man
+Ayo, ayo…
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Liquor all in his… he ready to fuck somethin'
+Up in the Bentley truck rollin' a blunt, stuntin'
+The trainers right there is a G
+Had the neck game for free, sweats on, Rolex for me
+I like the sex… cause, give 'em jaw suggestions
+Drunk in a penthouse with drawers on, excellent
+Listenin' to Commodores, blue magic, holdin' a new clapper
+I shot the masseuse, who tappin' her?
+A whole lot of character, check out the big man
+Jewellery game hardheaded, check it in this land
+I got the seeds with me, plead with me
+Don't wanna catch no bodies, don't dis me, believe in me
+Up in the Ritz high as Hell
+Kicks cost twenty-seven hundred, them shits came with bells
+I'm more flash than the president
+So ether your favorite rapper - he can wear the suit while I black up
+At last meet the greatest, his clique Canadians
+Look around, yo, and keep debating, huh?
+Money bags, we rock the certified
+Word from the murder guys who don't fuck around but burglarize
+Tax bracket is ill, shout out thankfully
+I've got a fish tank that's spanky, thank for me
+Hundred floors up, the doors, it ain't no key
+Put your finger on the angle and blink to me
+Yeah, relay, he in concernt, holding' it down, sir
+That's Wu in the flesh, he a monster
+
+[Verse 2]
+How can I love somebody else
+If I can't love myself enough to know?
+When it's time, time to let go...
+Sing...
+
+[Hook]
+All I really want is to be happy
+And to find a love that's mine
+It would be so sweet
+All I really want is to be happy
+And to find a love that's mine
+It would be so sweet
+
+[Verse 3]
+I ask for the sign from the sweet Lord above
+I know the answer is in front of me
+But when you think you're in love
+You only see what you wanna see
+And all I see is me for you
+And you for me
+Oh I cannot hide the way I feel inside
+(No I don't know why)
+I don't know why but every day I wanna cry
+If I give you one more try
+To there rules, will you abide
+And if I mean anything to you
+Would it make everything all right?
+
+[Hook x2]
+
+[Bridge]
+I just wanna be so, so, happy
+But the answer lies in me
+I do believe that we can be happy
+I said I wanna be happy, yeah, yeah...
+
+[Verse 4]
+Life is too short to be tryin' to play some games
+Now take some time and think about
+If it's really worth losing me
+Why must it be this way?
+Why do you have to play with my mind?
+All the time...
+Help me sing it
+All I really want is for me to be happy
+Oh, just help me sing it
+All I really want is for me to be happy
+Yeah...
+All I really want is for me to be happy
+Oh, you know I wanna be happy, yeah, yeah
+
+[Outro]
+I don't wanna have to worry about nothin' no more
+Said I wanna be, said I wanna be, said I wanna be
+Said I wanna be, if it's alright with you
+I mean, it'll be alright with me
+Won't you help me sing? Just help me sing, yeah…
+**************************************************
+Forecast[Intro]
+Turn me up (feel me like) let me get a feeling of who love me
+And who I love (that's what it's all about though)
+You understand?
+First you got to know how to move (the forecast calls for...)
+Then you got to know how to make moves (straight up)
+All y'all
+It's eternal (what?)
+(We getting on the ninety five?) Yea I like that word
+(Yo) we bringing it from here (don't drive too close to the ?heava? nigga)
+Understand? (Come on) let's go let's go let's go
+Yea that's right (right)
+What up? So what is it called? (you know what its called kid)
+Yo (how much I, how much I implement my thoughts to you?)
+
+[Verse 1]
+Yo, hey yo shout out New York, Philadelphia my sword talk
+Praises due, the block favors you
+New Jers with the guerillas with the most sexiest birds
+Vehicles and shit shout out your word
+Fox premier, my niggas in Connecticut yea
+Upstate, Albany got love here
+Rochester all the way down to stretcher
+You large, Long Island niggas definitely paint a picture
+Chicago peace, Maryland take cheese
+Baltimore lock it all down yo lets increase
+Boston stay flossing, my eye like Steve Austin
+Seeing how y'all bought Rae fortune
+Texas yo, how many Lexuses y'all goin' flow?
+Y'all niggas doing it is love yo
+Miami and North Carolina like family yea
+Spoil a nigga like kids with cotton candy
+Yo VA. all the money makers generate
+Shorty driving around still making ten a day
+L.A. yep it's real when they tell me
+Yep I know it's ill cause police tried to kill me
+N.O. and let's politic and make dido
+D.C. I hope y'all feel me when I ble-do
+ATL., Tennessee ring bells
+Out in Ohio bumping twenty inch wheels
+Yea San Francisco, Vegas, Illinois, Dallas
+Minneapolis cats rap with us
+Michigan yea Rollie Derm burn
+Phoenix, Sacramento really car, bitches on the air
+Portland, Buffalo, Toronto
+Stay Brolic in the Giants like the Denver Broncos
+Yo South Carolina bring the drama
+Still in all like the way she ball
+Yea, she yelling she my baby mama
+Japan coma
+London, Germany, China holla, Africa my brother
+Russia light a dutch up
+Indiana where they all throw scramblers and they cut ya'
+Jamaica yep Bahamas
+And we honor everything, homage, looking Guyanese in Ghana
+Detroit saying go head do your thing boy
+Puerto Rico come on through Raekwon my boy!
+Louisiana and Canada
+St. Louis, Florida you're on what? Candid Camera
+He like master in Nebraska
+Fleeing in white mink on god G-ing in Alaska
+Laid up Brazil play real
+Got like fifty K in a briefcase Rae'll chill
+What? You know the plan
+Laying up in Amsterdam
+Blowing nine grand betting a white man
+
+[Outro]
+Oooooo tell me it's me you want baby
+Got to tell me
+Why don't you tell me girl?
+Tell me its me you want baby...
+Ooooo.....
+Aaaaaaa....
+Ha ha ha ha...
+**************************************************
+Heart to Heart[Intro: Some NY Cats]
+Fuck that shit Raekwon
+Do that shit
+Fuck them niggas...
+
+Whats up playboy
+Nigga, you doing you're thing
+Nigga, go ahead
+
+[Chorus: Raekwon]
+Yeah, them fake duels
+Any real niggas baby make moves
+Pay dues, bitches who relate rock shoes yo
+Damn, them niggas stay frontin
+Tryin' to hollywoodize the realness
+But ain't sayin nuttin'
+
+[Raekwon]
+Yo, bagel material, contact Merial kid
+She sling cell weight, bust gun material
+Fast like splash and rice, stash your wife
+Curry chicken and bitches, crime on my right
+I'm marvelous extra large
+Threw y'all faggot niggas in the game
+And now y'all niggas ain't feelin ours
+Love is a message from my family
+Cream Team Incorporated, Wu-Tang Clan is what you plan to be
+Oh yeah, ladies in here, say yeah
+Do it like yeah, starvin niggas fake rocks in they ears
+Black down hat with the beak up, unique what
+You need to stop wilin, the fam won't speak up
+Toast, the most official niggas on post
+Yellin out "how ya nigga Ghost?" rich he supposed
+Now I'm just talkin this one
+Don't make me diss one paw
+Its all about enterprising and get rich son
+Steal a nigga yo, collect currency yo
+Could lock a bank up, IRS can suck dick straight up
+Had dosche, oil of olay, play nigga lay
+??? a cheap shit, crush them niggas like clay
+Van Damme hammers, 2000 Jaguar, cameras
+The little shit, seeing what you're plan was
+Made y'all niggas go platinum
+I made y'all niggas flow happen
+Lets battle for cash captain
+Remember, the cold giant on the set
+Lying on your dick, play for real take it care of'ya ex
+That's right I'm hungry, this go out to y'all alumni
+Faggot niggas dead wrong
+Yeah, I'm player hatin, waitin
+The culture of this nation
+You lay Bay Boy since '88, stop leanin on me
+Turnin iceberg money into laundry
+Been taught a whole country
+This technician bash opponents
+Flow is like Ronin, the movie
+My gun blew your store up
+Allahu Akbar, translating peace to the god
+Lewis Rich slash signatures on the credit card
+Me, Bird, Binkie, Santana, bad with the hammer
+My dun power through a hundred grand up
+Words from the Martin Luther King version
+We burn versus then send 'em out FedEx, fast service
+
+[Chorus: Raekwon]
+Yeah, them fake duels
+Any real niggas baby make moves
+Pay dues, bitches who relate rock shoes yo
+Damn, them niggas stay frontin
+Tryin' to hollywoodize the realness
+But ain't sayin nuttin'
+Yeah, them fake duels
+Any real niggas baby make moves
+Pay dues, bitches who relate rock shoes yo
+Damn, them niggas stay frontin
+Tryin' to hollywoodize the realness
+But ain't sayin nuttin'
+
+[Verse 2]
+The tailor made king of New York
+Designer walk, Prince of Wales
+Hundred sales, stock broke and hotels
+Playa hyply, them niggas dislikin' me
+Challenge my style politely, that's like fightin whitey
+Here we go again lord, climb aboard
+Stevie Wonder award
+From here to UK, movin on your broad
+Speak through Ninex, go ahead and rhyme next dunn
+Runnin up on nine vets, minds rep, we run your projects
+All greenery on, see on lights, movin like Deion
+The eagle on plus scream on all y'all bitches
+The Blair Witch rich nigga vision, comprehension
+Listen, its called slang optimism
+Connect dots, niggas is large you can't see us
+Y'all select cops, screamin' niggas bars on your drops yo
+Damn, what the world became of
+A nigga buy a chain and he think he a thug
+Here drink a slug (*ppppsssshhhh*)
+Major niggas call it, y'all niggas is like a bar
+I'm the warwick pa, straight up assorted
+Yo, just a bark from the tree of life
+Niggas ain't eatin right
+Give 'em a taste and let 'em see the light
+
+[Chorus: Raekwon]
+Yeah, them fake duels
+Any real niggas baby make moves
+Pay dues, bitches who relate rock shoes yo
+Damn, them niggas stay frontin
+Tryin' to hollywoodize the realness
+But ain't sayin n-
+Yeah, them fake duels
+Any real niggas baby make moves
+Pay dues, bitches who relate rock shoes yo
+Damn, them niggas stay frontin
+Tryin' to hollywoodize the realness
+But ain't sayin nuttin'
+Yeah, them fake duels
+Any real niggas baby make moves
+Pay dues, bitches who relate rock shoes yo
+Damn, them niggas stay frontin
+Tryin' to hollywoodize the realness
+But ain't sayin nuttin'...
+
+Ain't sayin nothin
+**************************************************
+Nasty ImmigrantsArtist: Raekwon the Chef f/ 12 O'Clock
+Album:  The Nutty Professor Soundtrack
+Song:   Nasty Immigrants
+
+Intro: Raekwon
+
+Yeah yeah, that's us
+Hit me hit me hit me, I ain't got nothin to do with none of that
+Besides, whatever
+Louis Rich Diamonds (yeah)
+12 O'Clock, Gambinos
+Those crazy boneyard boys is back once again
+
+Verse One: 12 O'Clock
+
+It's nine-six I'ma bang you with some hits
+In two-thousand six I got my son makin hits
+A nine to five it's a job to survive
+F--k the lies and connives and all them company bribes
+I'm Family Ties for my seeds I'd die
+I want the whole f--kin pie save them slice for eighty-fives
+And besides, see I never had a million
+Got beefs that got millions and in buy-outs worth billions
+Knotty nigga with a plan platinum jam
+Found a million fans in the Lexus to the Lands
+So whose the cat in the comfy black Ac?
+As a matter of fact, I sick/six fingers I'm from fat
+My projects be the livest that it gets
+Watch me ---- back Tex and do murders in the backsteps
+I want that b---h with a Lex, a house out in New Mex
+She disrespect, she buys a Rolex
+12 O'Clock sells you stock business
+Drive in Benzes, see my dog were tremendous
+In case I didn't mention
+I'm killin your whole startin team and all them n----z on the benches
+So please play your distance
+I'm givin a sentence that pull more pain than a dentist
+Most def, I'm professional
+Twenty G's a show, Germany to Tokyo
+Show me lies, suck my beach
+I got fans in Puerto Rico that love what I throw
+
+Chorus: Raekwon
+
+Introducing these nasty immigrants
+Who want to flinch, move on him he got bank like Merill/Lynch
+Styles recorded like a porcelain swordsman
+So let RaZAh rip across your face, you're frosting
+
+Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef
+
+Push this s--t out like nine months
+Rock Swahali and suede fronts, get paid from n----z
+Lifestyle, like a knife in a child
+Mail the brick out, Israel, mistrial, blowin like fish scale
+Wu, dominate s--t majorly, flavorly
+Jubilant cats they keep pagin me
+Peace what's the signs ock?
+Fruit of life like the apricot
+Cocktails tossin em at cops on blocks
+Park Hillian, drug hillbillies made billions
+Get a gun, kidnap, eight nine Jimmyians
+Yo, he had about this amount in his Swiss account
+Gunnin this out we reminesces on this b---h's house
+Back in time, was a bad fiend
+Now I flex mad green get cream seven-fifty n----l gleam
+Say hi to chocolate t--i f----d lives
+Stop and analyze in eighty-five Hawaiian c--e flex three lives
+Caesar Halfmoon, pardon my scalp
+Buildin and breathin
+You front I'll leave your ass bleedin and sweetened
+
+Chorus
+
+Chorus 1/2
+
+Chorus
+**************************************************
+Worst Enemy[Hook: Liz Rodrigues]
+I'm wrapped up [?] trying to break free
+I'm my own worst enemy, me
+They'll never let me by though, cause I'm always tryna beat
+Beat my worst enemy, me
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Ayo, a better platform for all to listen to me
+We out in DC deep, ain't got no sleep
+The ride bumpy, who jetted out the country to buy D
+Came back, [?] ain't nothin' sweet
+My dome is yellin', "Go home!" but I ain't through
+So many years in my career, it's a long route
+Thinkin' when [?] skinned his face on the plaster
+We was dusted back then, I smoked the last of it
+And jumped into the Acura, sleepin' at [?], what it do?
+Stew, beef, chicken, where my boo?
+Had a quarrel with a hood rockstar, I broke his arm off
+Cause he was pointin' his fingers at Ivanne's daughter
+What's next? Dreads want a piece of my spot
+This my crib, I pay here to live, fuck the pap
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2: Raekwon]
+Ridin' with the gun cocked, sweatin', musty tee on
+Black Timb Bs, 10, 10 degrees [?]
+Couple Ks, some had charms
+I'm strictly Eagles, few suedes on
+Next Friday I'm [?]
+I gotta kill this nigga's head
+He'll prolly do mine when nobody's there
+Cause the only way to score, leave no witness
+A thug on my shit list, pay him to slugs back
+The slickest and remember that I built two graves
+I wasn't stupid, I was ruthless
+Check the bazooka crew, they bookoos
+Broke the glass slammin' my rings down
+That's doofus, don't mess up, you got the longest clip, use it
+Yo you see 'em in the lobby, they right there
+Headshots only, kill him, he right there
+
+[Hook]
+**************************************************
+My Favorite Dred[Song starts with conversation]
+Yo
+Come here you oven head
+Yo what's the word
+Dred upstairs
+Passing all packs escorted from Kinetta ear
+Yo the nigga's name unknown
+Kingston, had it sown
+Never rocked the combs
+His wig was big
+Rob robs on the side , little lucky charm
+Dred with jars , flooded graveyard
+Brown clarks on
+Playin feds in the shark bar (Allahu Akbar)
+With another dred named Gov
+Both diamond jimmed out
+Rockin rentals , spittin phlegm out
+Sucked his teeth , two fingers pointin down
+What up bonna , passing marijuana to Tanya
+CEO of Benny-Hanna , He fucked , sent her to Ghana
+He's Benz nigga , rocked shorts , beige Tims nigga he real
+Took us to Switzerland , dressed us all ill
+Smoking ganja , rocked Anacondas , on next border Elantra
+Sent it to his mama
+Now that's a major move , the nigga love family
+Wouldn't hand me no drugs , showed me his jammi
+Bulldog Stanley
+Flexin on kinal , sit down , do it Chinese style
+On graduation day he threw me a thous
+He came through , heavy like fuck , suit flammable
+Ill pair of gators he copped in Beirut
+Had his man wit him , just stare , don't stand wit him
+If assassination strike , he gotta make plans wit him
+Roll a joint , keep him on point ?Don Troing poing coin?
+Freaked it , members like that I wanna join
+The next day I heard he got knocked , fucked me all up
+We felt it on the block , let the seeds rock
+Peep what the nigga got rocked for
+Smuggling dust in Rushmore , four more he went to war for
+Moral of the storo ,conspiracy smacked mortals
+I'm outta here showin love like Zorro
+**************************************************
+Planet of the Apes[Intro: Capone]
+I just had to say that right there Rae
+I just have to say you my nigga, understand?
+It don't get no realer than this, man
+Let's slow the fuck down
+You gettin' like a hundred worth for real, man
+
+[Intro Hook: Polite]
+Ayo, ayo thug niggas know the code, lock and load
+Hit 'em in the head, watch a nigga brain explode
+Yo from Y.O. to Q.B. they bang this shit
+Shaolin boys they bang them fifths
+Thug niggas know the code, lock and load
+Hit 'em in the head, watch a nigga brain explode
+Yo from Y.O. to Q.B. they bang this shit
+Shaolin boys they bang them fifths
+
+[Intro continues overlapped by Intro Hook]
+Fuckin' cops ain't paid up nothin'
+Yo you know we shoot you down, man
+Ice Water Inc., yeah! Territory, nigga
+Millitainment, Y.O
+Yeah, yeah
+Yeah yeah eh yo
+
+[Verse 1: Capone]
+Ayo late night, candle light, fiend with a crackpipe
+It's only right, feelin' higher than an airplane, right?
+I'm tryin' to get this money, right? So I move cautiously
+You more frauds, you see? I'mma live bossy
+Way out on Fantasy Island with Mr. Roth, B
+I gotta play the ghetto, everyday the hood endorse me (Q.B.)
+I'm destined for triple, left hand crook and the right hand fury
+Will block the shots, that's simple, I dented a tomb for style
+A toast to the death of my foes, respect violence, the criminal codes
+Hammer smack a nigga out his five senses
+Leave him dumb, deaf and blind, I ride on rinses
+Interest so tight, strobe lights follow my grace
+Bang bullets by the gates, might hollow ya face
+Me and Chef smark massive murder, kill 'em!
+I scramble anywhere in Shaolin, right in Castalano buildin'
+
+[Hook: Polite]
+Ayo real niggas get up, live niggas, what up?
+We don't give a fiduck, you faggots'll get hit up
+Q.B., what up? Y.O., what up?
+Shaolin get up or get yo' ass hit up!
+Real niggas get up, live niggas, what up?
+We don't give a fiduck, you faggots'll get hit up
+Q.B., what up? Y.O., what up?
+Shaolin get up or get yo' ass hit up!
+
+[Verse 2: Sheek Louch]
+Ayo
+I'm a motherfuckin' Nigga Wit an Attitude
+Heavy gun play, cock back, niggas is screwed
+Stomach wounds make it hard for you to swallow ya food
+Throwin' Purple Tape off for me to get in the mood
+Sheek Louch, who fuckin' wit' that kid?
+I'm sick in the head, they need to make a throwback straight jacket
+White tee on, a light G. on
+These bitches you wife and the God try pee on
+I don't care if it's a gram or brick
+I'mma make it sell, get off my dick
+Pump or the Desert E., take your pick
+Money too long, the case won't stick
+D-Block niggas fuck with Rae
+Nigga act hard and get hit up in the middle of day
+Tough guys and all that but I know that you pay
+And I don't give a fuck, niggas better watch what they say
+
+[Hook: Polite]
+Ayo real niggas get up, live niggas, what up?
+We don't give a fiduck, you faggots'll get hit up
+Q.B., what up? Y.O., what up?
+Shaolin get up or get yo' ass hit up!
+Real niggas get up, live niggas, what up?
+We don't give a fiduck, you faggots'll get hit up
+Q.B., what up? Y.O., what up?
+Shaolin get up or get yo' ass hit up!
+
+[Verse 3: Raekwon]
+Body specialist, full cam F50 with vans
+A pull up, do it to ya mans, yo scrams
+If you take niggas ears, niggas ain't really queers
+Listen, it's grown men in the town, niggas is their's
+Fluck niggas, I cut niggas, stuck niggas
+Come up, pluck niggas, pop niggas in chucks, it's business
+You in this? We non-shoulder style, son, relentless
+They four lettered me Chef, nigga get down
+Drop you, piss on you, get this, it's official on you
+Yo twist the clips hits, this was on you
+I'm just a business head ridin' with visual
+Don't force me to put out ya head
+One for the money, two for the crime round up
+Peep it, all major niggas holdin' they ground, get up
+Let's form an army millenia, Ice Water!
+From Q.B. to Y.O. with Shaolin, I'm feelin' you
+
+[Hook: Polite]
+Ayo real niggas get up, live niggas, what up?
+We don't give a fiduck, you faggots'll get hit up
+Q.B., what up? Y.O., what up?
+Shaolin get up or get yo' ass hit up!
+Real niggas get up, live niggas, what up?
+We don't give a fiduck, you faggots'll get hit up
+Q.B., what up? Y.O., what up?
+Shaolin get up or get yo' ass hit up!
+
+[Bridge: Raekwon]
+We gon' ride for our team
+My niggas'll kill you
+We gon' ride for our team
+My niggas'll kill you
+We gon' ride for our team
+My niggas'll kill you
+We gon' ride for our team
+My niggas'll kill you
+
+[Outro: Polite *over break*]
+For the team, nigga
+My niggas kill you, nigga
+Y'all niggas want war? Nigga pop up!
+Yeah ride for ya motherfuckin' team, nigga
+Death before dishonor, you heard me?
+The motherfuckin' Lex Diamond Story
+Y'all niggas better wake the fuck up!
+Yeah, Ice Water Inc., you heard me?
+D-Block, what up?
+Pain, time and glory, word, you heard?
+Yeah, yeah.. my niggas'll kill you, nigga!
+Bitch-ass niggas!
+**************************************************
+Flawless Crowns[Intro: Raekwon]
+Uh... lay back.. word up, just bless 'em
+With the bulletproof... more cases for ya eyes...
+
+[Raekwon]
+Flawless crowns, sevens, bags of black
+We kill industry niggas and build maps
+High powered money, blimps with emblems
+Pimps, all of my hoes'll spray you under the tints
+Yeah, car shows with cases, writing niggas out in the Beacon
+Down in the antics, Lex, you should take it
+Wide world of sniffers, spiroglyphics, caesers and blue eagles
+I'mma make my music the business
+And now for the record, I'm on niggas, go head, ditech it
+I'mma leave you left, freezing and naked
+Silverback gorillas, taught to bite tongues out faces
+Fleeing in clubs, fly in something silver
+Catch me with the Germans, hard body dealing with hard white
+Dominican complexion with some hard ice
+Can't nothing rock me, I'm legendary
+
+[Outro: Raekwon]
+What, what, what, what, what, what, what, what
+It's on you bitch... word up...
+Back to that ice rocking shit
+The muthafuckin' good sneakers on
+With the persian muthafuckin' scarfs hanging on
+Catch me flying in that muthafuckin' XO
+It's on, with the shit on the other side
+The steering wheel on the other side, my nigga
+You know what it is, it's going down
+Cuban Linx man, Part 2, The Purple Tape
+It's on, thoro, do it...
+**************************************************
+Flawless[Intro]
+Ever since I was 13, my biggest problem has been just to find the right road to get to that rainbow that everybody talks about
+Like most people get close enough to count the stripes
+But they don't have enough guts to reach out and take that pot of gold
+
+What up my dude, you know
+Going through a lot and all that man
+That's why you be strong, you know what I'm saying
+Feel great boy (Staten Island over yeah)
+It's going now ([?])
+Holla at the kid
+(Let's go chef)
+
+[Verse 1]
+I'm flawless, the gowns that I rock is cashmere
+Then roam through the lab with the hammer and black Airs
+Thinking 'bout plans that's real, laying the bill
+Drop a new classic album, my masters will
+Enlighten your mind, I'm writing on times
+When the youth reach real situations and they thoughts are blind
+You know when I float a moment is fine, glass of wine
+New elegance, the greeze just pass through the mind again
+What happened, rap made it happen, back when
+Two turn tables and a needle, action
+We all huddled up, that's it, classic shit
+Only our kind adapt to shit
+Start rapping 'bout cracks and Pimps, cash to get
+Call it C.R.E.A.M. now, no grind don't ask for shit
+We bastard thick, pass the spliff
+
+[Outro]
+Name of this piece is called "my bitch better have my money" (applause)
+My bitch better have my money, through rain, sleet or snow
+My ho better have my money
+Not half, not some, but all my chash
+Because if she don't, I'mma put my foot in her ass
+**************************************************
+Wu Crime[Verse 1: GZA]
+Yo, there's a rumor that an inmate heard
+Salesman hiring, a convict of murder
+Bodyguard, he used to use physical fitness
+His business, catching and terrifying the witness
+In the gym is where he gained his powers
+Boss was the pizzeria owner that rolled flour
+A made man, it felt good to be made
+Turned murderer, extremely quick to upgrade
+But he still baked pies and his cake would rise
+Like his enemy, he watched to take dives
+Allies would retaliate, at least even the score
+Had a thousand guns they would calibrate
+He sort a loss, if devil crossed
+Moved on 'em swiftly, if worlds away set the shuttle off
+Horror in the ville without the Amity
+Scars upon the grill of your friend's family
+Workers utilized then brutalized
+Performance scrutinized then crucified
+Wakes, fire bombs, function's shot up
+The jakes was not alarmed, but damned is the product
+
+[Verse 2: Raekwon]
+Shooters mans, grizzlies stands up in the GT
+Klansman with the sword that'll blow up a van
+When the people's come, blow right past
+Mind your business, I don't know nothin'
+They found his ho in the trash
+Barbecue wings, blings for my niggas that's true kings
+Sit up in the crib, catch somethin' and screw fiends, yeah
+Watchin' me, next time scotch me
+I drink Cristal liquor, I'm a version of Hitler
+On wax, no 'dacks just water
+A du-rag on, I scratch waves sayin' niggas is trash
+Yo, learn how to write, beware
+I pull up, he here
+I should've known I had a clone, see weird niggas'll get irked
+Murked, dropped off in a new turf
+Trunk full of Siamese rats and gnats yo
+I do it for the cats and pits and all the bitches with big tits
+Five hundred shoe game switch
+Shake that shake, I bake
+I live in the state that kill niggas over grits and steak
+You might get smacked with a Mac 11
+Or run off the road or shot in McDonalds for frontin' with fake niggas
+
+[Verse 3: Killah Priest]
+Ay yo, Saladin vivid Wall Street sixteen
+Muslims, kufis, uzis, the Wu is supreme
+Ferociously I rank general a world's above self
+Conspicuous crime make me grab the nine off the shelf
+The dark hallways amazingly convenient
+The phoenix with Jane, jugglin' cracks or playin' with ninas
+Thug law of the streets, gangsters crave the beef to feast
+Fiends with plates, a snake wanna eat
+Gaze at the spectacular rapper, niggas is Dracula
+Rap tours, Priest the hood ambassador
+Passion for war, Wu-Massacre, threats, they never worry me
+Plots to my death, mic jack conspiracy
+Lyrically, I'm only afraid of my own ability
+Words that shape into nuclear wars, we shooting through walls
+Bringing down the mall, I ring around the store
+Planets of the Apes, bandanas on our face
+Hammers on our waist, cameras out in space
+The nickel plate, fake armor, will harm ya'll snakes
+**************************************************
+State of Grace (Remix)[Busta Rhymes]
+Wherever you want it, believe I'm running through there hard
+Dismantle your cypher, yo, Rae, happy new year God!
+Foul and fucked up, niggas know I spit ugly
+Jewelry trucked up, niggas know they can't fuck with me
+If you my target, you probably wouldn't wanna be 'em
+My legacy royal with statues in a museum
+With numerous artifacts, hanging in the mosoleum
+Type living room setting is bigger than the land of freedom
+I'm parked on the corner, while pretty bitches holla "hello"
+I'm another breed, different species from you fellows
+Technically, it's kinetic, I'm genetically better
+I'm something you will never see, far as you can remember
+My buzz exceding rapidly, no matter how it's measured
+Like an unstoppable machine in the Mohabi Desert
+So hungry I smell it, success up in my after taste
+Still spit til it's painful, despite the money in the safe
+I see you resentful, stay up in your place
+And while they be morning your death, we in a State of Grace
+Designing, I'm perfect with timing, take it back to Rucker
+RZA, it's hard to stop rhyming on this muthafucka!
+Stay on the poster, the street, we never sleeping on him
+New album, Big Bang, slowly creepin' on 'em
+Wu-Tang, Flipmode, fuck you wanna do?
+Another banger, Chef, RZA, Bust', Cuban Link 2!
+
+[Raekwon]
+CREAM vanquish, my queen keeps it's stainless
+Cracks and Brussels, screwing everything famous
+Love to hustle, my ring, call it big Uranus
+Cats that scuffle, crawl on you and break fingers
+That's what's up, you saw me and them Lone Rangers
+Me and my homey, we bought like forty things up
+Long as you owe me, you won't get a damn thing, son
+Shoot off your kangol, while you in the plane, fronting
+Stop, admirin' me, ya'll should of fired me
+Cuz when I come back, it's me and my diary
+None of that bullshit, few men got tired of me
+My niggas is wrong, they hated, and they lied to me
+Explain the saga, fuck yo, your chain liver
+Fuck the blinging, have my money by five, to me
+Ya'll 'pose to bring it, fuck you and your whole variety
+I'm bringing my hammers, I beat it like, five to three
+
+[Chorus: Raekwon]
+Jealous ass niggas can't see they man prosper
+They'd rather see me in a broke down fuckin' Mazda
+Don't disrespect me, son, you will get popped up
+My resume's off the hook, now, check mi casa
+Yeah, call it, what you wanna call it
+My bread is larger, nigga, you can never spoil it
+Thought you was loyal, now a nigga can't support you
+Blastin' you up, and off me, now you look rewarded
+
+[Raekwon]
+What's that smell? Rat piss and possum pussy
+Bitch don't yell, I'm not impressed, don't push me
+I'm back with some haters, they wipe shit and blast pussies up
+Bloody ya blazer, take all your man cush weed
+Yeah, I'm coming just to claim a title
+Rap is boring, niggas need another idol
+When I'm gone, just let off like forty rifles
+Aiming at rappers, biting off the God's bible
+I destroy you, lyrically, I spit oil
+This is war, you can never escape, conio
+Ya'll some lamesters, never seen a yard soiled
+When it's on, now we gon' see who's loyal
+Yeah, yeah, I'm coming, yo, we get it from you
+Place that crown in the garbage, or you sitting on
+A few things mattered, you was just a corner don
+That got shot dead like Malcolm in the Audubon
+
+[Chorus]
+**************************************************
+Robbery[Intro: Polite (P.C.)]
+{*whispering*}
+Eh yo.. eh yo
+{*speaking normally*}
+Ice Water (yeah yeah)
+Don't get it twisted
+We'll shoot yo' ass, nigga
+Haha (P.C., nigga, P.C.)
+Y'all mothafuckas got about fifteen seconds to live
+
+[Verse 1: Stumic]
+Yo it's a new year, bitch, and I'm takin' over
+My whole crew here, bitch, and the game is over
+Niggas, talkin' faces, soldier
+If rap don't work, get back to that bakin' soda
+On the strip tryin' to catch more cake than Oprah
+I got clips that'll leave you with ya face on a poster
+I talk slick and I'm sprayin' the toaster
+Sparkin' shoot outs and start poppin' off shit the way I'm supposed to
+You the type to go up North straight scrappin' a sore butt
+And ain't nuttin' worse than gettin' shot as soon as you woke up
+You got work? I'll be rapin' ya dolja
+I'm takin' his pack and breakin' his back and makin' him throw up
+Cuz the draft's like a bomb and I'm waitin' to blow up
+I'll take cash on ya mom's and turn her frame into donuts
+
+[Verse 2: P.C.]
+Yo.. yo.. yo
+Eh yo I'm blazin' hot, never haze or flop
+Wanna battle? Name ya price, I'mma raise the pot
+Put ya car on the line, I'mma take ya drop
+Put ya jewels up, I'mma take ya chain and watch
+It's like I hard ball and you, play soft
+Just call me the Hitler when I spit about eight off (Adolf)
+Shots'll rip ya face off, nigga ya heard me?
+Beat you black and blue like a Hitman jersey
+P.C. never been known to play games
+I spray things that'll re-arrange ya brain
+I cock and aim, miss you then pop ya dame
+Only reason that I came through's to lock the game
+
+[Chorus: Polite]
+Yo it's time to die, who you gon' run to?
+Who you gon' call when them dogs come confront you? {*barking*}
+You stand firm or be the bitch that you is?
+Would you grab the guns or run to the pigs, you mothafucka, huh?
+Yo it's time to die, who you gon' run to?
+Who you gon' call when them dogs come confront you? {*barking*}
+You stand firm or be the bitch that you is?
+Would you grab the guns or run get yo' wiz, you mothafucka, huh?
+
+[Verse 3: Cigars]
+Y'all niggas see me eatin' all of ya plate
+Don't give a fuck about ya background shit about the songs you make
+And I know you see the draw on the waist
+Lookin' stupid with a vest on, these bullets might draw on ya face
+They call me Alexander Sean the Great
+Cuz ya bitch said she love the way the dick talk all in the cake
+I need this bank money, throw me the safe
+All these killas involved, the cops'll fuck around and chalk the place
+Yo they wonder why we hang with crooks
+Shit is take free, not used to money off the books
+Broke faggot nigga caught in a juks
+I'm a pirate in this rap shit, I leave you niggas off the hook
+
+[Verse 4: Polite]
+What the fuck you gon' do when we run in ya crib?
+Either we leavin' with the bricks or we gon' leave with yo' kids
+And they only got hours to live
+So give up the ransom or find they ass up under the bridge
+'Lite never been afraid, so keep lookin' niggas
+Cuz I'll rob yo' ass faster than some Brooklyn niggas
+Yo this rap game twisted, everybody beefin
+Everybody killas now and ain't nobody leakin
+Smoke a lot of weed so I don't like to fight
+But I might go upside ya fuckin' head with a pipe
+Got a bulldog, not only do he bark he bite
+Give a fuck about a hood, it ain't safe at night
+You fucker!
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[Outro: Polite (Stumic)]
+I'm tellin' you, man
+Young motherfuckers, man
+Y'all niggas is really fuckin' pissin' me off
+Who you gon' run to?
+Who you gon' fuckin' call when I put this motherfuckin
+Fo'-fo' long in yo' motherfuckin' mouth, boy?
+Haha (Shot in yo' face)
+Who the fuck you gon' call?
+(Call the cops) Uh-uh, uh-uh
+**************************************************
+Hold You Down[Intro]
+Yo, yeah so you know, word
+Them niggas got the shoes up in there son
+Na na, hold on, who that over there?
+
+[Hook: Faith Evans]
+Baby I can bring the heat when it's cold outside
+The one you need, baby ride or die
+Anything that you can imagine
+I can make it happen, only one to hold you down
+A good man deserves a good woman
+A good woman that'll treat you right
+I'm the one to hold you down
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Ay yo, come here young lady with the skin of a baby
+Who dress like a Wall Street woman, you ?
+I know your family, they my people for life
+Had a beef behind the wall, one of your cousins, he threw me a knife
+But that's yesteryears, life is intact
+Been battin', quit rappin'
+But I'm just reactin', your body packin'
+I know not to ask a woman's age, but it's crazy these days
+No time for slipups, the industry is crazy
+Bloodhounds chasin' these girls
+Girls chasin' these birds, they say whips we see curves
+But I need one with knowledge and self
+And whole word, say word
+Yo hop inside the Aston, put your feet on the fur
+Let's talk, put the Birkin in the back by the door
+Don't put it on the floor, it's bad luck so don't fold
+You've got a strong aura I'm digging this snow ?
+I want a boo who gon' give me the business hittin' Guinness with me
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2: Raekwon]
+Take the keys to the lab, put your ? in the ?
+Don't worry 'bout paper, that's afterlife's chapter
+We good
+**************************************************
+Nautilus[Hook]
+Murder you (Check your 30)
+Murder you (Check your 30)
+Murder you (Check your 30)
+Bring the head, leave the body
+
+[Verse 1]
+So much bread in a nigga's shoebox
+I might dead you and sleep in new lots
+I drop a bag on one of you crab-ass nigga's so fast
+I send two boxes out
+Yeah, bring the head, leave the body
+Leave his trainers in a nigga lobby
+Take the fake chains off, send it to his colleagues
+Laugh in his shit, pissin up crystal molly's
+I rep drug dealers, hug killers
+I ran with most of them
+Half is in the ocean, nigga
+So much gear, go get Oprah, nigga
+So what my bitch a Oprah nigga, yo
+Yeah, what color ice is all green, karma
+Magazines stacked, black bomber
+Been all through the world gettin' homage
+Diss mines'? We gon' have a big problem
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2]
+If you wanna hit me, you couldn't
+Bullet range, door wooden
+Hop out, y'all nigga's is pudding
+Why try to leave, the federation
+This is all legislation
+Will kill you right in front of your seed
+Catch me in the trips
+Over the stove, giving you tips
+I'm fresh outta court, nigga, you hit
+Four's on my wrist, it's business
+Keeping em close
+Like folding ya arms
+Don't go against this
+The worldwide brawlers, the legends of sevens
+Yo, them the real shot callers
+Who stay in the home always
+Ballin' at 4 in the mornin'
+Yo we all in, teach you how to score kin
+My killers, all of us we all winning
+Fresh designer shit, snatchin' papes
+We on different scales, different weights
+You just monkey nigga's, meet the apes
+Strictly business, gorillas in 50 states
+
+[Hook]
+**************************************************
+Pa-Blow Escablow[Verse 1: Raekwon (Polite)]
+Hug your right hand, jumped off the plane, kissed the white man
+A steady act, curly hair, chubby, fly mustache nigga
+Money was long, and plush hat, shit cost nine thousand
+Picture me in the housing, serving much crack
+Cat look at me, I'm real, lobbin' on the field
+For real, I shot niggas shakin' their hands, I'm ill
+Damn, one of them business man's
+I just seen 'em murk a nigga, but he jerked him at the same time
+That's fam.. (oh shit)
+
+[Verse 1 repeated: Raekwon]
+Hug your right hand, jumped off the plane, kissed the white man
+A steady act, curly hair, chubby, fly mustache nigga
+Money was long, and plush hat, shit cost nine thousand
+Picture me in the housing, serving much crack
+Cat look at me, I'm real, lobbin' on the field
+For real, I shot niggas shakin' their hands, I'm ill
+Damn, one of them business man's
+I just seen 'em murk a nigga, but he jerked him at the same time
+That's fam, one of those Columbians who got money
+One of those niggas might try to get up on me
+Yo, damn, I need to eat, and I'm a man
+I'm a stand up, nigga, I'mma handle when I'm makin' my plan
+Pop, I'll take two hundred bricks, hit me
+One helicopter had the super bungalo with the van
+All ill technology to watch if I ran, he only gave me
+Woody gave sixty eight other black mans
+
+[Interlude: Polite]
+Now.. if Pa-Blow would've kept it gangsta
+None of this shit would've never happened
+
+[Verse 2: Raekwon]
+Now the DEA was on his ass
+Slick Saucony's on, big homey takin' a blast or somethin'
+Handsome big niggas around him
+Surroundin' him with big glasses on, drinkin' on lances, fam
+Most them niggas fastin'
+Cuz when he fed niggas after that, pussy and grass
+Had made backs, eight labs, his date was Miss Mass-
+Achusetts, Cap eatin' fruit, tongue in his ass
+You can't fuck with the cartel, you barked at it
+Jabbed her and shot her in the back, I can't stand the bird
+Word to furs, I need big wizes
+He looked at me, "Huh, exactly, Chef go after big bitches"
+Frozen burner henchman, flash the great
+Lookin' nine on me, rhinestones, no, them shits is dime stones
+Hold a million dollar pound, bust something, don't trust nothin'
+I'm in shock, starin' it down
+
+[Interlude: Polite]
+Now.. here's where this shit gets crazy!
+
+[Verse 3: Raekwon]
+The killas increase, he fell, but
+Maybe a little bit, the Mediene Cartel will fail
+Diego his horse, with George Young
+Yo, will argue over large sales, hittin' Cuba with lumps, yeah
+Call them niggas drug barons, eighty billion workers sniff
+Gettin' lift ownin' Miami yo
+Flips got bigger, makin' more trails
+Set it out of nowhere when coppin' a jail, I'm eatin' fresh veal
+Pa-Blow, the largest nigga involved
+The arsenal will have sixty three hundred murders
+Livin' in apartments, wild he violated flight a Bianca
+Took two hundred niggas down but two men houndin' him
+The fuckin' cockroches posin' the on six million dollars sold
+We're eatin' enchilada, goat cheese pasta
+Yeah we're drippin' it with more salsa
+And then they rushed in, found him on the roof dead in his boxers
+But it wasn't him
+
+[Outro: Polite]
+Story to be continued... mothafucka!
+Hahahahaha
+**************************************************
+Live to Die[Verse 1]
+Ayo gas station Sammy, rich nigga live in Miami
+They killed him and lived with his family
+He was drunk spazzin' on a young nigga with cash
+They did the best to him, whooped his ass
+Bloody out, his ear was ripped, they know he loved his music
+They poked him twice, his gear was ripped
+Ninja style, niggas whipped him with a Benz belt, broke his arm
+Crushed his Audemars with whelps
+On his face, they was slappin' him, fake ass rapper
+Old ass gun, pussy get Tinactin
+Medicine face, nigga, they opened his mouth
+A few gold fell out, wheel him out
+He thinkin' he a gangsta? Quit playin', listenin' to Sid and them
+Because he sat up in bed to bid with 'em
+Fishcakes, bubblegum shrimps in his Timbs
+He had 12 and a half on, only wore 10
+Niggas is lame, and I'm sayin'
+All that hard, no damn frame, how you playin'?
+Thought you bubble with the big Willies, flyin' in fast cars
+And get busy, now he sittin' there lookin' dizzy
+Don't look at Chef, nigga look at your rep
+What dinosaur game you playin'? They playin' death
+Tax man comin', you can feel it
+Besides, hold the ratchets in both arms
+They gave it to him, peel it
+
+[Hook] x2
+Kill niggas, let it die, live with the feelings
+We don't know no other way, just get millions
+Pyrex kings and the cartels, connect in Scarsdale, put your money up and [?]
+
+[Verse 2]
+Indian Femi from Toronto
+Him and his horse, [?], two wild sopranos
+Runnin' through ice, and niggas fall back
+They bumped in the crunch, [?]
+Used to wash them niggas up for chump change
+Somethin' was strange, feds was listenin', ran out of the gun range
+Son I feel vibes, not knowin' this was the time
+To get away, but they rolled on alive
+Black freeze out of the bushes, [?]
+Big three pound, four of them were beams
+When they rushed him they cuffed him, we cussed them
+Yo what the fuck? You doin' life, lil' nigga, who the sucker, what?
+Black was mad, he went for the cop's mag
+They started [?], the shot rang, that's bad
+Black fellow was [?], like 33 Ds
+Let off 100 shots, went mad
+
+[Hook] x2
+**************************************************
+Rakim Tribute[Intro: Raekwon]
+Yeah, what, what, yeah
+Shout out *The 18th Letter*, you know?
+Word up... we gon' do it like this
+And pay homage to the most livest
+Yeah.. yo...
+
+[Raekwon]
+I ain't no joke, I used to let the mic smoke
+Now I slam it when I'm done, give me my ten G coat
+To perform another song, cuz I won't let
+Nobody press up and mess up, the scene I wet
+I like to stand in the crowd, and watch niggas wonder
+Damn, then think about, then you wonder
+Clan, they just rag shit, rip shit, bruise shit
+Maybe that's the rap shit, I gotta prove shit
+Even if it's jazz or the quiet storm
+Now flip the beat up, convert it to a hip hop joint
+Write a rhyme and graffiti in, every show you see me in
+Deep concentration, swift like the beamer, kid
+Go with the crowd, while my lyrics spit flames
+I flow-tate the vowel, cuz it's all in my veins
+Another remedy, fly niggas is enemy
+Cuz I'm live as some rap niggas with energy
+Now do it, cuz I'mma put the nine on pause
+My sharks beaming, catch you on the side of the store
+Call your bluff, make you stare in my face, ya team suck
+Remember me? The one you got your ideas from
+How soon you start to suffer, until you get stuck up
+When you start to fuck up, that's when you get bucked up
+Bitin me, you think you dope, I smash your boat, with bad coke
+You should of wrote, because I ain't no joke
+
+[Hook 2X: Ultra]
+It's been a long time, I shouldn't have let you
+Without a re-up to connect to
+Think of all the weak product you slept through
+Time's up, I'm sorry I kept you
+
+[Raekwon]
+I was a fiend, before I was seventeen
+I melt the microphone like blowing some evergreen
+It's all in the making, from where hip hop was originated
+Peace to the streets, the bubblers, mark & dated
+Cuz I grab the mic, now I say "yes ya'll"
+Ya'll yell 'scrape it', then I'mma say 'let's ball'
+Come on, cool, cuz I'mma get on rep
+Twist a 'dro on the speaker, pull the snub and then flex
+Back to them crabs, ya'll niggas had ya'll laughs
+And then I spaz on the rhymes I splashed
+From back to your brother gun, then I grab the double pump
+Then this the opposite, and ask if another come
+Cuz I'mma get busy, get dough with my team, yup
+I don't need a cigarette, know what I mean?
+I'm raging, rip up the stage and don't it amazing
+Cuz every line is laid in
+Caught up, thoughts are sort a, an addiction
+Bags of pies, smell of bricks, kid
+Vocals vocabulary, the stage is a suction
+The mic is a draino, volcanos erupting
+Lines overblowing, gradually glowing
+Every thing is written in the cold, slick & coin'
+Slide.. my thoughts'll glide
+Forty-eight MAC's and knives
+The invincible, microphone fiend, Raekwon
+Spread the word, cuz it's on
+B-E-R-E-A-L, a smooth operator with notorious crack sales
+**************************************************
+Range Rover[Intro: Raekwon]
+I don't want it, I don't want it
+Never getting off my grind, cause I
+Love you..
+
+[Raekwon]
+They call him Mr. Staten Island, gats, New Balance is coming through
+Hood hikers smoking them woods, alotta pull lightning
+Neck, finger icey, peel out of rent, niggas do them good heistes
+Halibit fishes, with different colored rices
+All my niggas, behind pots, sturring, blocks we serving
+Two for five, slide in the building, heard me?
+White fishscale, take a whiff, shit's real
+Don't ever approach with no whitey's and big bills
+The fuck doctor, I only truck jewelry on gold locking
+Most of my money is grounded and gwop it
+For every gate caking, we gon' collect the model
+Respect it, or get your hand chopped off, drowned in Moet
+The places I've been, seen alotta faces on the move
+Pacing Yankee hats low, what up Allah, stay gracious
+Applying refinement, stretched lands, grams in the SoHo Grand
+Where I blaze pussies and purple hazes
+Sippin' saki, BET'in it, dick Rocky, Bruce Wayne frame
+Froms the creator of Versace, yo
+Everybody lit, money to split, on birthday's
+We call 'em earth days, buy that nigga a whip
+So when the D's pull up, we fully equipped
+Checkbook credit card, license fifth, my wife just flipped
+Puerto Ric' ass, with skinny TV's, cheese in the ceiling fan
+Mister Money from all the flips
+**************************************************
+Came Up[Hook]
+We pop bottles in this bitch to get our name up
+I come from under the bottom nigga I came up
+So many niggas surround me, wanna flame somethin'
+I'm like cool out, no money here, change up
+We pop bottles in this bitch to get our name up
+I come from under the bottom nigga we came up
+So many niggas surround me, wanna flame somethin'
+I'm like cool out, no money here, change up
+
+[Verse 1]
+Little leather niggas get it
+I come from the back door with 40 lil live niggas with me
+All on mollys, it's nothing
+Fresh niggas they up
+Some in the mailroom in the club lighting blunts up
+Walk through new jury, clothes is silks only
+Besides galllons of milk with big bills on me
+True the jewels is fluorescent
+They used to light niggas who got all they shines out stretchin'
+Do you in the dark, whatever come out the light
+Better be bread, or weed, or gold tonight
+Get to schemin' shoot the shit up with real niggas in here
+They all mine as long as they know the night
+Yeah that's the shit I don't like
+Shawty gave me dome hype
+Grab her facemask, don't bite
+I'm in my mansion in the zone writin'
+I'm known for throwin' lightnin'
+I stand alone yo, one titan
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2]
+Post the seven in the rain
+Come through with seven chains
+They call me legend out in Maine
+Known for tiltin' niggas wigs
+Don't kill the kids for not knowin' where real rap remains
+Treacherous MC, react like Jack Dempsey
+Yeah the Billboard whorin' up MC
+Fly as ever, one level, one rebel
+Who cool out in the Cayamans with thugs, crews, and gangs
+Yeah I rap for the merrier
+Dance my ass off, paper chasin' Captain, America
+Fly high , live as a drive-by
+Team of live wires who catch you outside we fire liars
+Yeah them blow kids live on the gold kids
+Never go broke, grab a tote to smoke nigs
+Killas know to call me to go
+For murderous rap music that get inside your head it's dope
+
+[Hook]
+**************************************************
+Wyld in Da Club[Intro: P.C.]
+Don't take it per-son-al.. it's only mu-sic
+Holla at me.. yo! Yo!
+Ice Water! Yo.. yo
+
+[P.C.]
+Try me, P.C.'ll put a clip in a nigga
+Fuck a hole, my bullets'll dig a ditch in a nigga
+Listen, I've been reppin', only pack big weapons
+One shot to the stomach, you missin' ya midsection
+I'm off the wall, dog, I could off ya balls
+Stick his ass to the rooftop, toss 'em off
+Hit the Ave with the rooftop off the porch
+I get money cuz it costs to floss, nigga you feelin' me?
+And if not then fuck what you gotta deal with me
+I've only been here for a minute but haters wanna get rid of me
+P.C. creep with at least three heats
+And a shotgun stashed underneath the backseats
+
+[Stumic]
+Niggas actin' like you don't feel a draft
+You seen ya man? Tell him I'mma kill his ass
+And I don't, wanna talk I want a mill in cash
+I come through 'tards shittin', lookin' ill in the past
+Cuz it's the, Ice Water, don't get it confused
+And one false move'll cause me to spit at you dudes
+It's Stumic, motherfucker and I'm pickin' ya food
+And ain't no one out you know that my niggas'll do you
+Let's spit on 'em, rush these niggas
+And crush several fuckin', will leave a dent out ya liver
+Only kid in the hood with a mustard ninja
+Heard you broke down good, well I fucked ya sister
+
+[Hook 2X: Stumic]
+Eh yo we Wyld in Da Club, style in the club
+This is for my niggas gettin' down in the club
+At the bar throwin' down rounds in the club
+Talk slick and get the four pound in ya mug
+
+[Break: Polite singing]
+Yo I keep my gun on me, what the fuck y'all want from me?
+Y'all touch my property somebody gon' die, uh-huh
+This ain't no joke, it's for real
+My niggas they totin' they steel
+All it takes a phone call and they ready to ride
+Get ready to die
+
+[Polite]
+Eh yo the cards are dealt, the words are spoken
+Nigga, welcome to the Hell, the gates is open (uh-huh)
+Gatekeeper, first degree murder through the speaker
+Who deep enough to flow with the reaper?
+Stuck in the middle, I spit a little riddle
+Leavin' niggas crippled, my niggas ball 'em like Kerry Kittles
+You niggas makin' it hard, it's really kinda simple
+If a nigga gotta pull it out I'm puttin' it in ya temple
+
+[Ultra]
+Official I do this, rude maneuver
+I use the Rugers to keep the bullets movin' through ya
+Weak anatomy, fuck the small talk and flattery
+Ya power is weak, to beef you need much more batteries
+Keep it genetic, or dead it, Ice Water Inc. we said it
+Whoever so-called did it or said it, promote it and spread it
+Fake it or front it, get ambushed and confronted
+With slugs in ya head, back, chest and stomach
+Niggas don't want it or ask for it, so we give it to 'em
+Dead in the club and let them things spit and rip through 'em dead in the club
+Is you gon' fuck around and be the nigga dead in the club?
+(Yeah? Uh-huh..)
+
+[Hook 2X]
+
+[Raekwon]
+Egyptian look, gazelles on, L's lit, this how it's goin' down
+Ski mask, Chanel shit, move like a terrorist click
+Nineteen eighties babies, worldwide, ya girl on our dick
+All you know is Rae look good, he hood
+Envision the flips, I make money like them niggas who take money
+Fresh out the can, Duran look, Astro van
+The ill Castro, rap Son of Sam
+More Rugers, more bow and arrows
+Still no losers, forty five dollars ahead
+Go at niggas shootin' lyrical leads
+Stop absorbin, break shit, knock that gay shit out ya head
+
+[Hook 2X]
+**************************************************
+Bang OutroI got what you need
+And I got what you want
+And you don't have to look no more no
+Cause baby
+Cause baby you was all mine
+And I'm gonna be all yours baby
+See the moments in the night
+And all the little things that you like
+It starts right here, it starts right here
+Hehe
+Most of these dudes can't be real men nowadays
+All of them (?)
+I ain't with that baby
+I'm always let my nuts hang
+This is how them real G's
+Always do their damn thing
+Ooooh yah
+I let my wings go
+I let my wings go girl
+So it means a G like me might really fly
+High, yes I do baby
+I'm out here hustling
+Bubbling, jugging
+This this, dig that
+
+(Hahaha)
+(Let's go)
+**************************************************
+Respect Power[Intro: Raekwon]
+What's up Big Chris?
+Goin to the store to get the papers. *echoes*
+Got ya, a little love on this one here
+Huh! *laughs* Word on. Word on
+
+[Hook 1: Raekwon]
+Commerical rap niggas get they domes smacked outta
+We tired of these earthlings acting like they cowards
+When you fuck up, we gettin down for ours
+Coast 5 million niggas, sky 'em like twin towers
+
+[Raekwon]
+Hennessey, dick kisser
+Slang lord, verbal pain commissioner
+Light fire to names, dame sizzler
+Multi, 40 karat bow tie
+N.Y. national league of big guys with stolen 5's
+Albums cloud him, phantom of the opera style
+With loud phones, system, 100 thousand watts in em
+Rock rocks, delight exchange like stocks
+Bars made like Comstock, dead man's Glock
+Holdin name down, spit a 100 in change now
+Range spin out, damn check The Weather Channel
+Throw the Gilligan on, just strain now, smack lames down
+Fuckin with checks, throw the ringer on and blink out
+Link out, how the fuck this money come up short?
+What? You sniffed a half a quart?
+Dart designer, emblem blow, seat recliner, rewind
+Black caught an old timer, gold miner
+Spread love to golden glove, foamed up
+Blood, hibernatin with snubs, never rock Lugz
+Chill, run tracks like Harriette Tub'
+Bugs, spit cum all in ya girlfriend's mug
+Motion picture novel, Donna giones' third brother
+What? Bout to buy estate floodin with clubs
+Wrapper around me, what's in my lap could seem astoundin
+Broke, but with no hands gone, sleep but soundly
+It's cold water, rotti tried to drown me
+You and ya boys surround me
+Meet the sleeper, static-free Downy
+Slang, wildin up, the nigga found me
+Sick gowns, rock a sick gown, 4-5th brown
+Ready to pop shit now
+The Earth spinnin like a windmill
+Workin ya swords, get ya link down
+Hit down, cavalry ain't shit now
+Valerie, number one asian, ancient from the pink cows
+Now we know how the fuck you think now
+Take off a nugget ring and think how
+Bullet tank out
+
+[Hook 2: Raekwon]
+Commerical rap niggas get they domes smacked outta
+We tired of these earthlings acting like they cowards
+When you fuck up, we gettin down for ours
+Coast 5 million niggas, sky like twin towers
+Cowards, you gonna learn to respect power
+We burn by the hour, one burst the remmy got us
+
+[Raekwon]
+Crank shit, Shawshank Redemption scholar
+Roll up, based on dollars, baseball hat, big collar
+Chill, watch everybody crowd us, we bout it bouters
+Rockwilders, rockin swim towelers
+Burst the 45 power, skate across the Isenhower
+Kangol, 50 iguana, nugget trimmed, ice down iguana
+Split it in half, holdin my anaconda
+Black Marizana, true Don daughter, hide-out
+Stashed in Ghana, guns about the size of ya mama, select drama
+Trauma rap, birds fall asleep, Ghana
+Caeser czar, come out ya rap par'
+Fiddle with y'all car
+
+[Hook 2]
+
+[Outro: Raekwon]
+Once burst the remmy out us...
+Once burst the remmy out us...
+**************************************************
+Cocaine World[Intro: Raekwon]
+Yo, son, see the police over there
+Hey Kendrick! (Hey Fred)
+Would you mind, and telling them meet me by the car
+Call another station and tell them to send a couple more of cars
+I got Jerry, I got you...
+One of them got a dick in they mouth
+Hood is fucking crazy
+I see about forty dollars on the floor...
+I know somebody know something man
+Fucking pricks be standing around and don't be acting
+Like you don't know, tell us what's going on
+Get the fuck outta here...
+
+[Raekwon]
+Yo, aiyo, couldn't believe what happened to Steve
+They found him in the grass, butt ass naked, tied up, it's freezing
+The D's knew, flew him to the south, had 'em in the barn
+Arm all shredded out, vex, forget about it
+His lady, Baby Blue Eye, she kept a mack in the refrigerator
+Yelling how she hate me with eyes, when they bumped her
+Found a Louis bag in the dumpster
+New blue uzi that ripped her fronts up
+She leaning, I start dreaming, damn
+Niggas shot shorty in the mouth, then slid in the Lamborghini
+Eight days later, they weight her, found heroin
+All in the bitch arm, trick from decarter
+Her girl durell nails, nigga, that's who you could say tell
+Anything and everything, the nigga's in the jail, yo
+For Filas, she need, need, come to, to cry
+This a live bitch from the east, fronting since junior high
+But let's continue to peep it, Steve, the nigga been through
+Mad situations, since he crashed his Benz station
+All the FBI and 'em, hide 'em
+Waiting for the right time to blow a nine, right through a spine
+The grind was getting serious, the coke scarce
+Only niggas who live can get it, if they gun game fierce
+I was in the cut lamping, yeah, watching how it went down
+I'm fronting, knowing this is not my town, that's wild
+
+[Outro: Raekwon]
+Aiyo, Chef, when that Cuban 2 coming out
+Yo, man.. it's coming out when I want it come out, man
+Ya'll niggas just sit back and get ready for it, man
+Cuz it's some real motion picture shit, knowhatimsaying?
+Straight up, the date is the date
+It's coming when I tell it to come
+So all ya'll niggas that want to know
+Yeah, we going into a very serious Chamber right now
+It's the Cocaine World, I'mma do my numbers
+It's all real nigga, this is not slavery
+Not over here, aight? So you just walk down the block, man
+And go to church or something, man, knowhatimsaying?
+Cuz when I come with this flame, nigga
+All lights is out, for everything, man
+Trust me, I know ya'll niggas need me
+Hahaha.. ya'll niggas gon' need me
+When I come through, I spit in niggas hands
+Youknowhatimsaying? Straight up, stepping on ya sneakers
+Fucking puppets... ya'll niggas is slave workers, man
+Watch what we do, you know?
+If you need to get some of this, you know
+You can shoot over to 225 Hudson
+Or you can meet me in Africa
+I just bought a crib out there, you heard?
+Nice little hut, luxury hut, nigga
+Muthafucking bed made of hay, nigga
+Tied up with gold yarn... ya'll niggas is soft, man
+For real, man, New York
+I'm throwing ya'll niggas on my back
+Remember what I said...
+**************************************************
+Shells Kitchen[Intro]
+TWhy you did it, you heard
+Yeah, uh huh, ayo, ayo
+
+[Verse]
+The architect of making classic albums
+Front running gangsters
+Run up in banks, quick to spank something
+Basic killin' hills rockin' lenses
+Licataa grown bottles, gasell's on leaning
+Like a Rakim this is show business
+All in my blow in the feel off in the Atlantic
+These niggas is scramblers, quick to fool some men, shake hearts
+Playing whisket back in the big pawns
+Old niggas be lurkin' to snatch you when you workin'
+Dice games with fixed dice
+Fiends will come and ask for ice
+Wanna try to jump the sixth floor knives
+Baseheads, they say they take meds
+Welcome to hell's kitchen, no they call it shells kitchen
+
+[Interlude]
+Ayo chill my nigga
+Yo, you got your animal jacket on the floor, B
+You got all your shit on
+Yo just be easy walking around the block taking smooth aight
+You know family, you know all that, it's all good but chill
+Bring the bags over here
+Let's get it going, boom, boom, boom
+You already know
+For real, uh huh
+
+[Verse 2]
+We like the Arabian nights and this is Dubai
+The camels is the new five
+I'm stuck in my ways, burning Haze, off to Egypt
+They watching my street drip
+They see when police flip
+Y'all testing me to bring out the best in me
+Carats, iced out rabbits, some tragic
+Then put a trick on you, that's my magic
+Make me savage, get the cabbage boy
+Yeah, it's on in this madness
+Rappers, I will eat you like crab sticks
+You catfish the rollers, the hollers, the one [?]
+The last ships to step up and skin you like rashes, Cassius as Ali
+[?], my niggas ride with me
+And come inside yo and vibe with me
+
+[Outro]
+Staten nigga
+This shit is poison as shit man
+This shit is hard dungeon shit
+Dungeon music
+TWhy you did it, you heard
+Shit I'm talkin' about
+Red Bull
+Breathe
+**************************************************
+Your World & My World[Intro: Raekwon]
+Yeah, yeah, let's go, nigga
+
+[Hook: Raekwon]
+This is your world and my world, nigga, let's make a movie
+Get it jumping, hit the box office hard, get it pumping
+This is your world and my world, nigga, hundreds to hundreds
+Let's burn, then fuck it, put our mamas up, keep 'em fronting
+This is your world and my world, nigga, bust a nut
+Get a cut, then gettin' paper, by laying in the cut
+This is your world and my world, nigga, we flyin' fly
+In the bank, nigga, you know how we get down, thanks, nigga
+
+[Verse 1 - Raekwon]
+Arm & Hammer boxes, we love foxes, leaning in the Tropics
+Blood money, boats is abnoxious
+Standing in the mess hall when, nose froze
+Posing like a king, I'm rocking New Balances, new silencers
+Glass table'll choke, twenty four challengers
+Half of my niggas is slow, but they dough island
+You know the pantries is full, ranches with bulls
+And wolves there, who sit around, fronting in Wu-Wear
+I slam a Noodles hat, pull hair, two tokes and Ghost
+In a ghost, I be back in the wrong year
+Long sleeve, one cuff up, rugged gold teeth
+Fronting with Colombian niggas who gave me raw meat
+Due to the gangstas that died, forever ride
+To the rats in the manholes, who hate, niggas live
+But it's all good, you from a poor hood, I guess
+Back in the Guess with the Champion hood, what?
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2 - Raekwon]
+Glass sculptures on my vultures, fifty cultures
+Play the couch, posted, count your money, hide your toast in
+Black tea, sucker free, ask me, clappers is free
+Metal knick knacks, get slapped in your hat, B
+I'm dynamic rec room potent, that'll blow you in the open
+Pay a cop off, fly you your coke in
+My house is worth 2.9, my Benz is worth, he want mine
+Nowheres, we call that shit high heels
+Dedicated heat rock sprayer, spray your mother and your lover
+Better pay up, these guns is from Grenada
+Wild fight, customized dice, get nice in the Trump Tower
+Drunk bitch, spaghetti and sliced
+Everybody features is that mean, never leave the lab
+Lacking, always in the red, blacks and green
+Drug slingers turn into slug singers, one of them snitch?
+It's just a gut lingers, laying in the mud
+
+[Interlude: Raekwon]
+Slimeball ass, niggas, man, for real, man
+Stay away, man, knowhatimsayiing?
+Get that muthafucking, hater gator spray next to a nigga
+We ready to zap one of ya'll niggas, with the quickness
+Aiyo, Hav', man, these niggas don't know what it is, man, about hip hop, man
+These niggas, man, for real, man, eat them niggas
+
+[Kung-fu sample]
+I got to admit that Shaolin boxing ain't that bad!
+But, now watch mine!
+
+[Verse 3 - Havoc]
+Ya'll niggas food, I peep that shit a long time ago
+Dick rider niggas trying to front like they grimey, tho
+This is my world, I just let you live in it
+But the lease is up, you faggot niggas get evicted
+How many times I gotta tell you cowards, mind your business
+Oh, you still yapping? Time to catch 'em slipping
+Doing dirty, we don't mind getting our hands dirty
+And you can't fuck with any bitch because her ass dirty
+Cuz when it pop off, we just up in shorty ears
+And you just stuck with it, and how us niggas got you there
+That little bad caramel with the long hair
+Got you lined up, and caught in the crosshair
+Nothing but bosses here, we enforced the fear
+Always in the hood, my office there
+Blow a bag with my comrades, polly my next move
+And have you niggas bugging, how I wet 'em and crept through
+
+[Hook]
+**************************************************
+Musketeers of Pig Alley[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Crack that pineapple open
+Vision of break faces, gettin' money lay in the boats
+Got big rifles, play the hood, ride Benz cycles
+Y'all mens are psycho, Killah Hill 'ciples
+More fly generics, money make moves, forget it
+We got this locked since nineteen-seven
+So many rods and weapons, ain't no more reppin's
+Take the shit back, faggot, we hate that
+Meet the real, we lock the real, we unlock the steel
+Pop off, pull out, drop them bills
+I run with all real killas, all for realers
+Nikes on, awesome gorillas
+Want more then kill 'em, front war, reveal 'em
+I want him stretched out, listen, he lost the buildin'
+All fly gangstas, more bankers, hundred wit' us
+We ex-dust niggas, don't even touch my drink
+Fuck around, get shanked, stabbed, shot and broke
+Ya' yolked and he blast-es through you in the faint
+All my niggas get paint, yo what's my name?
+Lexus Diamond, Ice Water Inc
+
+[Interlude: Masta Killa]
+Huh.. (uh-uh-uh-uh)
+Uh! Yeah!
+Once again in the motherfuckin' place
+Fix yo' motherfuckin' face, nigga
+Yeah.. you know how we gets down
+Me and this nix-o, we so.. we so tight
+Lex Diamond sound, and uh
+I bees the High Chief, Jamel Irief
+Straight from East Medina
+And uh.. yo.. yeah!
+Yeah.. huh!
+
+[Verse 2: Masta Killa]
+They started jammin' in the park, just after dark
+Two turntables and their DJ scratchin'
+Words seemed to have an attraction when they rhymin'
+Hip-hop caused the guns to start sparkin'
+Temperature risin'
+Drape a nigga up with the ratchet, less talkin'
+Caught him on the 'nard, bomb like a G. hard
+Explosion rocks the Promenade, I'm God
+And he show and provin', knowledge how he movin'
+Smift as the wisdom, move from my gate in a drunken state
+I wrote this degree, adjust ya eyes to the light so you could see
+Never fall victim, dictate the fate
+Leave the bake for the snake
+If he take, then I take his head without question
+In the one to fourteen check the Justice lesson
+Now uh!
+
+[Interlude: Inspectah Deck]
+Uh!
+It's the pineapple Daquiri fuckin' up ya mindstate
+Ya heard? (Yeah) Spread the motherfuckin' word
+Yo!
+
+[Verse 2: Inspectah Deck]
+I'm from where it's real, niggas peel ya' orange
+We want enough bricks that we could build apartments
+I, General in the field of marksmen
+The Bad Boys wit' me ain't Will or Martin
+Feel what I'm droppin', I spit the ill doctrine
+Spot him deep in the Killah Hill poppin'
+Two feet dug in the dirt, up to the skirt
+Spectator on the sideline lovin' the work
+And my team ain't ya' average, CREAM we handle it
+Fiends seekin' packages, beams and banana clips
+Festo! If you wit' me, let's go!
+The nymphos love me, X-O, X-O
+Boy listen hard, think twice before you get involved
+We hold the weight like cons in the prison yard
+They call the riot squad, we live and in charge
+Y'all non-beleivers get reminded with scars
+It's the pineapple, Rebel I. natural
+Fine wine hundred proof, spittin' mine at you
+(CHUH-PUGH! Nigga!)
+**************************************************
+Yearning for Your Love[Verse: Raekwon]
+Yo, I'm gonna roll some trees up and think about life
+Grab a wife, make her queen, throw a baby in her spleen, get right
+Write a cheque, be a team, stay one, who give a fuck when they come
+Blow her right, pay out and get aight
+Cheque writers this goes for you, check the vet writers
+All 40'ing up, we respect biters
+Drinking on dead cash and coins and goons of rap
+That's when I come through with fly heads and Nikes on a track
+I'm a track nigga attacking a track, strictly rap nigga
+Piece of the A, my South niggas track niggas, dead niggas
+All the above, we love [?]
+Y'all niggas stay paid and ask me for shit
+We just a far little caked up, baked up, a thumb up
+Plunge ya, pluck ya lady up, backshop, we run jump blunts up
+Doing our thing, I'm [?] down
+With a couple round on me, homie feel my style out
+
+[The Gap Band's "Yearning for Your Love" starts playing]
+**************************************************
+All Night Long[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+[Maya Lemore?] hills driving in your own four wheels
+Mansion on top of hills blow chrisp chronic billows
+As high as the guest house on [?]
+Flow nasty that's disastrous, pussy wet call me a catalyst
+Gymnastic when flipping packages
+All in my head, give me head back
+Exactly miss dap me sister no doubt
+The kid is rich, hard as rich, art is rich
+But still I'm gonna walk away the week after
+No love unless it's whole love, hoes no love
+You get the greatest hugs in the world though, hold up
+Like Frank [?] schooled Max Julien
+This how you ride pimpin' shoot from the side, Kwon
+
+[Verse 2: Mary J. Blige]
+Oh baby not tonight
+I don't want to fuss and fight
+I just want to make it right
+Oh there's work to do
+I wanna get real close to you
+I wanna get you in the mood
+
+All the things you want to do
+Just relax and I'll take care of you
+And anytime you want me
+I'm saying that I love you everyday
+And I know that you love me
+Baby admit it
+
+Give me all your love and don't stop
+I love waiting when you reach the top
+(All night long)
+Come into my bedroom hun you
+What I got will make you spend money
+(All night long)
+**************************************************
+Real Ain’t Real[Hook 2X: Raekwon]
+Do you know where you going to?
+Do you like the things that Lex serving you? But Lex'll murder you
+
+[Raekwon]
+A truck Acura, crazy, heavy tuck style, Dutch style
+All my niggas look rich, all the bitches fuck loud
+Seeing a Benz and look sizzling, don't let it rain, daddy
+That's when the reds get more busy
+Hyper and shooting at snipers, bloodbaths, some, they laugh
+Gleaming in some luxury labs, all the wally down, flicks we flash
+Grabbing bitches blowing in whips, every blessing, flip up flags
+I put that on my wallet, I'm great, kid with the Purple Tape
+Claim names, the Louis Lex Diamonds and the makes
+All the bank robbing niggas pump aids, jewelry glass
+Commission the mass, to stop the record, pa, switch plates, yo
+Real niggas get big, fake niggas get hit
+Talk about bitches won't come to your shit
+I'm throwing on balley's, laying in denalli's
+On my way to Cali, fuck niggas I respect, gun playing the slip
+
+[Hook: Polite]
+Real ain't real no more, yo these niggas is fake
+Ever stared in the eyes of a snake?
+To all my real niggas keeping it street, fuck running your mouth
+If it's war, then we talk the heat
+Hitting off, leaving bastards dead, watch his body collapse
+And push his brains to the back of his head
+And y'all niggas gon' respect the God, and the word of the streets
+You niggas wanna see Lex go hard
+
+[Raekwon]
+I sing liver than the Ten', sitting in the V, choking my hat down
+Everybody fly, folding bricks
+Once my niggas get on, it's on, I'm popping niggas off top
+This is my yacht, stay the fuck off
+Ya'll ran with the Cuban, started changing names, nigga listen
+I started it, you need to just pass me the chain
+Don't give me that "I respect your work" bullshit
+I shot the same game, shot niggas in planes and stole niggas wizzes
+Yo, that's my ninjas, catching bodies a hobby
+Sit back, doola hits, more, listen
+Twisting, wrist glisten, slang lord, handle my position
+Is to sit back, and kill all fake niggas
+And I sware my ear is the rear version
+Don't got time to kill on every track, fuck rap, change the wheel
+Kneel behind 'burbans, and burst one knee, this is me
+All the kid ever wanted was more burners
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Hook 2X]
+**************************************************
+A Rainy Day[Hook]
+Just to let you know
+Sometimes it takes a rainy day
+Sometimes it takes a rainy day
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+A-yo, your skin color's the shit
+Bubble when your back look delicious
+My strawberry queen, Nestle quick, slide through Geneva
+Switching gears on me, I’mma leave her
+She driving her own shit, she a keeper
+Then clip jury on, live in the woods
+What’s good? No Hollywood, whole shit, yeah, you good
+Sipping drinks, rocking minks, come visit the shrink
+Check crib, it’s bigger than Liv
+What you think? I’m just a part time romancer
+See me in the club, I’m a ransom
+Time me up boo, I go against you and I queen that I want
+She gotta think like a king, respect mine
+Boo stay in line, do your thing and we can meditate, do yoga
+Chilling on a sofa and my lofas
+You’re making that bread, I play golf
+I’mma stare case baby with a train, vision it
+I know I’m living it with queen
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2: Raekwon]
+I did you wrong ’cause I was fucked up lost
+They caught me in the Porsche, go crying divorce
+A-yo, my jury look tough, when you was sober their lost
+And then you did this to me picture me cross
+And you was never there when I was grinding and just flossing
+And I had you in school like daddy be bossy
+And now you wanna cry sober, it exhaust me
+But keep the wheels right here, then jet to Georgia
+I’m a chief on ‘em, no, no, noble extortion
+Yeah, take it or leave it, acquire losses
+She did this for capital to ball like a boss
+So hold the fort down, protecting what's yours
+Hey yo, no more remorse, cut endorsements
+Fuck that, go back home, jet to Boston
+Barking like a full grown pit’, take caution
+I’m just wanting the shits, this is spot shit
+
+[Hook]
+**************************************************
+Yae Yo (Remix)[Snippet from Scarface #1]
+Hey, fuck you, man
+Who put this thing together
+Me, that's who
+Who do I trust, me
+
+[Hook 1]
+Yae yo, yae yo, cop that yae yo
+Gotta be thugging, thugging
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Why this shit ain't cooking up right, Papi told me this is solid white
+Fuck it wrap it up take it back up, still in all it's a play out
+Tired of spending money, might get them niggas laid out
+Yo, yo Fernando sent me, yo, stop acting hostile yo
+And yo don't point that shit at me, bad enough I gotta come in the crib
+With Spanish niggas using languages and shit
+I'm feeling like a dick, left the crib wit my hand brolic
+This is some bullshit, might get knocked take the wrist coward
+Yo, Fernando what happened, shit cooking up backwards
+Light up a Backwood, don't make me backtrack
+Louie, damn it,, the yae yo lay low
+Saying in my mind
+Fuck that papi gotta pay off
+Cash rules the Power-Wu chant it
+Yo Louis this ain't our product
+This is Carlos family
+Oh y'all wanna play me like a smoker
+Coming out my ice choker
+My man in the back, looking colder
+Papi yo why y'all wanna jucks me
+Yo listen B we got the best clientele since '83
+Fuck it, pull out the pot let's cook it
+Light the stove up
+Julie go to the store get some flour
+Sat back burning a big dutch
+With the crisp eighteen shot Glock, stashed in my nuts
+Poured it in the Pyrex sizzling, now it start drizzling
+Rainy day murder, black won't miss him
+Still I'm yelling this shit is business
+But they still ain't gon' violate
+What I stand for wid these drizzers
+He took it off the stove run the water
+Trying to work me, yo
+Knew I shouldn'ta hit the nigga's daughter
+He mighta showed more love
+Than went in the freezer
+And broke the ice down, pour it in
+We both looking at it on the twirl around particles grew
+Fly Khaluas is mad sliding Coronas through
+Feeling like Castro's cousin
+Gave them niggas all of my life
+All of my paper all my judgement
+It droppa only like an ounce worth
+Should I just come out my shirt
+Go berserk and let the Macks burst
+Skate off body in the Bronx
+Same shit Gotti was on
+Shallah, they gonna get your's play it calm
+Seventeen five was the total plus the five
+Hundred for the cab driver that was rolling
+Yo, he blank rubbed his nose like a Nazi
+Jocked me, Glock piece cocked
+Ready to light up shop, watch me
+Standin by the 'fridgerator then caught the gleam
+From his eye, and he watch a nigga ride for the rent
+He looked up, recognized real
+Oh Papi, yo, pardon me
+Your glass spilled all over the floor
+Guess that's real, we both shakin hands
+Holdin guns, gave me back, all my ones
+We did that shit political, it's all done
+Last word, we bout to vanish
+Cognio, you woulda bust, right
+Don't Puerto Ricans speak Spanish
+
+[Hook 2]
+Yae yo, cop that yae yo
+Yae yo, bap do dap do da da yae yo
+Cop that yae yo, yae yo
+
+[Snippet from Scarface]
+Say hello to my little friend
+
+[Verse 2: Cormega]
+Lay back like a fat Buddha, holding my pearl-handle mover in a Land Cruiser
+Rims shine like day time in Bermuda
+I write rhymes smoother than niggas
+Who be fronting like, half a key movers
+I have to be financially set, new Lex in front of my duplex
+My shine dripping wet, new nines in case your crew flex
+My brown eyes leaving your boo stressed
+So bad you had to get a new red vest
+Cause I collects tax
+My advice is to accept that
+Step back, blast, don't even wet that
+Yo, it's mandatory, I'm self explanatory
+Don't front on me shorty
+Young Scarface, for real
+I wanna die blasting
+Fuck stashing
+My next fifty G's I'm buying me a fire wagon
+Thugged out, leather interior
+Meg is superior
+My art of war dented your area
+My mug shot praised in jail cells and drug spots
+My razor, touch faces and carve rocks
+Corrupt cop cases
+Had me on semi-vacations
+It's day dreams, lay down way schemes
+For niggas who get payed and takes cream
+Drugs supplier, thugs admire
+Ghetto dun-dun gunfire
+Keep my nine higher
+The drama equilizor
+I speak the mind-a, Keyser
+Söze, no survivors
+
+[Snippet from Scarface]
+Say goodnight to the bad guy
+Go ahead, I take your fucking bullets
+You think you can get me with bullets
+Go ahead, I take your fucking bullets, go ahead
+**************************************************
+Give Me Your Love(Intro: Raekwon)
+Yea baby
+Word up man
+It's all real and shit
+
+(Verse 1: Raekwon)
+She had a pretty little face
+Her frame was one in a million
+Jumped out the Wraith
+Thats paid I need to film it
+Silk on (?) girl Balli's
+Going to Cali
+Keep it dollar
+We just got married
+Honeymoon lampin' in Cancun
+The kid had mad boom
+Buy her bags bloom you got it
+Fresh fly diva
+Puff a little reefer
+That deep
+People today like how you got her
+All game plan
+Fly high level
+No playing fam
+I'm just that gift
+Check the whip kid
+Went on a chase
+Runnin' like the Blues Brothers from Jakes
+Thats my time
+A closed case
+
+(Hook: Sylvia Striplin)
+Do you want me?
+Do you want me in the way I really need you?
+Do you need me?
+Do you need me in the way I really want you?
+Do you want me?
+Do you want me in the way I really need you?
+Do you need me?
+Do you need me in the way I really want you?
+Give me your love (repeats)
+
+(Verse 2: Sylvia Striplin)
+When I see you
+Thats the time my body feels
+I've got to have you
+When I get you
+Let me show you all the ways
+I've got to show you that I love you
+And it feels a little true
+Don't leave this
+Baby cause I'm hungry
+Yes I'm hungry for the taste
+Of your sweet flavor
+Oh oh yah
+
+(Hook)
+**************************************************
+The Brewery[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Still shining, keeping my toes close
+Catch me on the quieter, flip something up bring your llama close
+So y'all already know I have a gun team
+They don't hang, phones calls one ring, dumping flames
+The XKR, flyer performance
+Built like gangstas hide ya bum monkey ass like warrants
+Reflections is ill, my mansion out in lake shore raw
+Two Mexicans two ??, a dog
+Everybody angry, the benzes is meaner
+Bitches is happy, casinos look cleaner
+The word is chef is rocking tuxes now
+His main trooper, the Haitian nigga buck this clown down
+Operation money, let's mail this
+Paper stepped up now his gun game is real bitch
+Don't make me kill your man's other man
+This ?? real handsome man said
+
+[Verse 2: Ceazar]
+She get him for the ransom, money in the mansion
+Always stay coordinated, my shit's longer waited
+Cease, I make it bubble up like it's carbonated
+Double up right on the spot, you know I gotta make it
+Map out all of the plots, I keep it formulated
+It's still real here, I never feel fear
+Make moves I wouldn't sit still in a wheelchair
+Affirmed young general, street life I'm walking with stripes
+I'm in the hood where they pop on site
+Running through woods with wolves, only all of them bite
+On reserves under the moon or under the sun
+Either way, false moves put you under the gun
+We ain't playing yo, revolvers is spun, we as hard as they come
+Fresh out the ghetto, we the marvelous ones
+Move 'em out, less talk, put the tool in his mouth
+Combination to the safe, get the jewels and we out
+
+[Verse 3: Reason]
+Nigga all black wardrobe, the gat attack foes
+Sajak with the flow, I turn letters to dough
+Play the hood close, ten coke jars of good smoke
+Hoodrats, car jackers, project kids cold
+Slicker than Crisco, my bite like a pitbull
+I spot 'em and pop 'em, his nickname pimples
+Check what I'm into, melodies that rip you
+Snub nose, turn these rottweilers into shih-tzus
+Y'all life is skimmed through, mine is like a book you must get into
+Every line come like a missile
+I got issues, all I do is make her whistle
+Let the goons figure out if your diamonds official
+Let you... bullets tear your bone gristle, lung tissue
+Gun in every hole of your body dog, I can't miss you
+Chef Reas' and Ceaz', three to your temple
+And y'all was never hot, not even near a sizzle
+**************************************************
+Blue Diamonds[Raekwon]
+Call me the flyest jewel thief in the town jewelry nympho with info
+All I need is three hold me down where the joints at chill
+Its one big rockless glass And its blue play it low when we snatch that
+Rock your black outfit kid Im going out kid you all mouth kid
+Be the driver chill out kid Snatch the glass the we all on hold on Lord
+Who holding it who bought the idea duke Its over with
+No funny guy business what is this its just realness
+Its only us who willing to steal this
+Got my whole life on it Mans wife on it throw my black Nikes on it
+With sons ready to Ike for it my position is contain yal
+Sort of like dope fame on yal
+Blowing game on yal Lets get this paper
+Start vaporizing think about legalizing
+Plus you went wrong now im Penalizing
+
+[Hook 2x: Chip Banks]
+
+Diamonds, grande y azul
+Aiyyo we got chopo
+And you can get some too
+Take money
+
+[Raekwon]
+Yelling out asta la vesta last name masesta mean feon smoke with feces
+Publicize this im go rise don in disguise
+That will throw his arm out of five that fly
+Jewel specialist fool specialist
+Move like Professionalist strengthen paper excellent
+Might be painting your town
+Throw the drink down blowing it real-estate style
+Feel my weight now Chilling healthy
+And came up game up tore the frame up
+Got to vote for the mayor later
+Snatch something I believe in some call it thieving
+But I call it extra dough on the weekend
+Me and my family breezing so much ice its Freezing
+The Dean switching up for a reason out of nature we be g'ing
+Some of these spots Korean That saten gleam got me peeing??
+
+[Hook 2x: Chip Banks]
+
+We get chop dough?
+And you know its true
+Ayo we get chop dough
+And you can get some to
+
+[Raekwon]
+
+Ayo the topic is laying in the tropics ill ass clique to rock with
+We deligating on the block kid money invested in a deal
+Lets stress it on the real side burning big phills holding bills
+Technique Made us all meet Made me sit back repeat each
+Started from the fame of the week
+This is glory mandotory phat dough
+Rocking my hand to bring cash to support me
+
+[Hook: 2x]
+**************************************************
+Whores[Raekwon]
+Snatch the bitch wig off, give up that pussy, ho, get off
+We taking that, Benjamin Franklin pussy, blinking that
+C.C.B., Barbara Streisand, Cali sisters in the right hand
+Rip the shirt off, had a nice pair
+Twelve o'clock, afternoon boom, fucking from room to room
+Enough to zoom, ten minute a wound, I comfort this
+Stark confronting her, hello, miss-miss, come out the Tyra bra, miss
+Marvelous, awesome bitch, out as a rich
+Fly groupie bitch, crazy cum color, Penela' swiss piss
+Dirty burst on her, wipe his dick on her lips
+Slow the fuck down Rich, half his wrist up in the uterus
+She spoke, "I'm tellin' Louis Rich", Max, shoot the bitch
+Rollie was rooting this, Goldie hardly spoke, shit was ludicrous
+She bit his dick, God wilded on her with a kick
+Bobby stressed out, just like life is like a lighter
+Lit a gal' on her, boo, stop wilding, for real, lighten up
+For Noodles caught a lapdance, pussy clap-clap just like a tapdance
+Let her fuck you on your head, go to bed
+Delrio the Leo, hot pelepeno, lace a Gambino nigga, right
+Wash knobs for free, though, only me though
+Hah, polishing wax floors, she's a real whore
+Keep it raw, you break law? My cousin Blake break jaws
+We all raw, broke bitch, try to come aboard
+Snort on the right, ho, now right as a core
+I'm only fucking ya'll, cuz ya'll on, keeping my legs strong
+You dead wrong, talking that shit, giving me head wrong
+Sextress, dress ya ass off, bullshit necklace
+Here, rock this robe, if you lose it, death wish
+More head, we all getting feds, forget
+Down the lamb spread, buying the right bread, Nike head
+Dike head, married a white dread
+Drive a snow white five, died in the air, swallowing white shit
+Whores, they never listen, what? The girl's a whore
+Come on..
+**************************************************
+You Used To Love Me[Intro]
+
+Yea yea, What up my nigga, thats nineteen hundred dollars
+I need to see you alright
+Yea, lets do that, for real
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+
+Buyin' Le Perle, Jimmy Choo, Louis Vuittons, coup ya Benz up
+Keep it one thousand trooper [?] hold ya ends
+Me God, despicable me, just a typical G
+See everythings a goal, shop, cop, and flee
+Up in Finland, thats class gremlins with millions
+Thats why I stay luxuried up
+Waves and Timberlands, best lover girlfriend
+Me romantic thats the antic
+Who fuck up in helicopters now land it
+Wardrobe remarkable, pen game arsenal
+Up in [?], they got showers here, park it boo
+You been a rider rollin, hair up in rollers'
+Yo thats my shoulder, you can keep it, I'll mold ya
+Black sand beaches, Norwegian I'm treatin'
+Four Seasons or The Ritz peep the keys
+See the waiters, they suckin' us
+Shake that ass, thats a  teaser
+Stay bowlegged thats a pleaser
+
+[Chorus: Faith Evans]
+
+I remember the way, you used to love me
+I remember the days, you used to love me
+
+[Verse 2: Faith Evans]
+You don't appreciate the time
+I put into this love affair of ours baby
+I couldn't let you walk around
+Thinking it's alright to let me down
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[Verse 3: Faith Evans]
+I gave you all my precious love
+And anything you wanted from me
+You didn't hear me calling out
+Calling for your warm affection after all this time
+You can't deny what I'm feeling is real
+And I stood around, stood by your side
+Went through all the hurt and pain
+And you turned and walked away
+
+[Chorus]
+
+Can't give up on the way you used to give it to me
+Give it to me
+What a feeling it's for real
+
+[Chorus]
+
+You didn't hear me calling out
+And that's not what love's about
+I remember you used to love me
+You used to love me every day
+Now your love has gone away
+I remember I remember
+
+[Chorus]
+**************************************************
+Stop Trippin’[Intro: Raekwon]
+Yeah
+We back
+Now let me tell you niggas for real
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Hey yo, for real
+Check it
+Back of the limo blowing grass
+Play the demo, broke a glass
+Gazelles is crashed
+Check the rim homie
+Jumoed out
+Hammer on me glamour
+Velvet blazer, light green Brooks Bros. shirt
+Pair of Stans on me
+Contemplating jump in a cab or jump in the Navi
+She hate me
+Got caught doing threesomes in the Jag
+Rolling joints (?)
+No points
+Nigga now you gotta go
+She kicked me out of my shit yo
+I said cool, no more love I gotta move
+I left smooth
+Punched a hole in the wall and blew
+I had the Call of Duty Wrangler outside
+Snakeskin skin, gold madam, black Timberland, laying down why
+In a stripper warehouse in Vegas
+Celebrities cater
+Serenading bitches, I was just fanangling
+39K a night I take it
+Straight with the wraith
+Take it home
+Nigga I fucked up with my wife
+
+[Verse 2: Horace Brown]
+Overlooking our problems baby
+Overlooking our pain
+Baby lets get together
+Things are not the same
+We're just hurting each other over again
+Two wrongs don't make it right
+We find a love and then...
+
+[Hook: Horace Brown]
+Here we go again (here we go)
+Stop trippin', stop trippin'
+Here we go again
+(x2)
+
+[Outro: Horace Brown]
+Confrontation's always guaranteed
+We've always had our rainy days
+Yes we did, I know we did
+**************************************************
+Soldier Story[Intro: Raekwon]
+Yeah, straighten up, niggas let's go, man
+For real, man, we goin' in there, man
+I'm just gonna say it like this
+Eeyithing we do, is for real
+Dedication, man
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+From out the rising sun up north, I'm asking Allah
+Writing poetry, click clack, my brain'll go all
+Lay this new down, I copped them out in Spain
+That's some new town, all W's up, come from under Wu
+Suckers switch rhymes, patterns on point, flexing slick lines
+Catch me in the crease of the beast, Lexus big tires
+Always been a leader homeboy, niggas'll blow the beef up
+Drink beef eat 'em I meant the German, she be, but try
+Thousands of talents, good with nine hundred of them
+Niggas don't eat, the wolves taking something then
+If you call collect, you better say what's up with them
+If you borrow the Tech, you better have a muzzle on them
+If he out in despair, you better have a puzzle for them
+If we buyin' some gear, you know to bring the duffel for 'em
+No we don't just hustle, all we do is tussle for it
+Get shot in ya mouth that's just for cussin' to 'em
+
+[Hook: JD Era]
+We don't talk cause talk's cheap
+The wolves preyin' on the weak, lose paper or lose sleep, nigga
+My shit bangin' like a steel drum
+Hey this a dedication of the real ones
+From N.Y. to Long Beach
+To these T-Dot streets
+Lose paper or lose sleep, nigga
+My shit bangin' like a steel drum
+Hey this a dedication of the real ones
+
+[Verse 2: JD Era]
+I'm writing to give you more of me, there's more to see
+More than petty wars and monotonous beef
+I'm more than meets the eye, I'm the eye of the beast
+So keep eyein' me too long and get your eyelids beat
+The militia, Ice Water dynasty
+Your rhymes is weak, and you don't want the line to speak
+Your wine'll freeze, Get drunk and climb in sheets
+About a dollar, I could go through ten dimes in a week
+I got sick of chasing stars with spacious cars
+Like take this, tape of ours, no tape no bars
+Hoping they, take it abroad in a place so hard
+That I could replace my broad and replace my job
+I pray that god grant me whatever I deserve
+Cause I don't want to grow to be legend of the curve
+But believe in it and the will come
+Eh, this a dedication to the real ones
+
+[Hook: JD Era]
+**************************************************
+Lions Paw Freestyle[Verse 1]
+We celebrate by blowing some grass, the mighty green
+I'm on the third floor in the crib up in the wifey Beamer
+Breaking down plates and charging niggas
+Prices is high, don't try to argue niggas
+You might get a job from niggas
+Yesterday's hopes is yesterday's quotes
+They trapped my son, them bastards is done now, they ghost
+Sipping Martini cucumbers, watching the crew's numbers
+I'm in Cazals, Raymond Weils, and Miguels
+Spanish house of love, mi casa su casa
+Two rastas with me, who the bumba...?
+High tech Macs for faggot niggas
+Niggas don't wear Airs no more, they wear Chanels, word sale
+Outta their face if they funny niggas
+Look at these creatures, no hope, no gear
+Niggas needed me to teach 'em
+I'm at the swap meet with shorty
+Me, Top, Phife and Life
+Perry and Soup, Molly and Mike
+With 17 bad Wis's all over age, you crazy
+Them bitches is millionaires with babies
+Suits on A-Team, hundred [?] goose on
+Watch [?] time, I know my rooster calling
+Wild, wearing wing tips that's high top
+Hit the spa shop, two cameras to go, niggas know
+And after that, two days of rest, yeah right, you white
+We ain't slept for years, but we right
+Dedicated to the gun game, we toast to the best
+For 20 years niggas blessed, alright stressed
+You think I'm laughing to the bank, but I'm crying yo
+Can't even spend it with loyal niggas, they're grimy
+Even your boys will try to blind me, be strong, pa, we from the 90s
+Stick together, then get dip together
+No more days of extortion, I had my portion
+Because I was just dumb, deaf and exhausted
+All love, but no pound, see the baby peace chant
+You got some breadsticks, shawty? What it be? Blamp me
+We in the high rise with Jack Daniels drinking with George Daniels
+Some niggas absorb, this a whore scandal
+**************************************************
+Wu Chant (Outro)Wu-Tang! (x16)
+**************************************************
+Determination[Intro: Raekwon]
+I really don't need to be *fuckin* wit ya right now
+I need to movin' around in the air, circlin' Manhattan
+Real smooth
+
+[Raekwon]
+Here we go again son, black Harrison *Ford* on the run
+One, beef in the field, it's real
+Highly recommend shield, Lee rocks, still he rock
+Got the blue laser, grill, like Martin *Scorsese*-ah
+Jumpin outta limo's, *expos*, black rentals
+Chasin *niggas* through the projects, prolex
+Moseyin', 15 of us, five trucks
+Crazy deluxe, bound by honor, *nigga* what?
+Tailin' us in boats and land, *40 cal* in my hand
+Made the left... Lex fam
+Sho enough what, *Hummer* craft lookin' up, what?
+Kid the chipped out *flex* now I'm stuck
+Bounced on him, public announcements say they want him
+Any ideas? Where he at? Cops want him
+Changin' the gear the same footwear
+Runnin like a crook, yea, no love here
+*Fuck* yea, we up there
+Had a little *drugs* there, they was there
+Pass it kid, *Novocain* caught a slug there
+Had it mastered in flight school, *nigga* go whip a plane
+Drivin land, map *shit* out, go to night school
+Bronze star, feelin' who we are
+Half animal, whole lotta love, black God
+Standin' front and center, from here to winter
+Grip the *splinter, shoot it sideways, nozzle on, pop-it*
+(nothin' but determination)
+Ready to hit somethin, pop *shit* wit somethin
+Blow *blimps* on the mad rubber grips, big lips on it
+Rollin wit top rank medals, hands is like *Graig Nettles*
+Bright link, purple heart, swim bezzle
+Hearin' the horn of Josh, movin' like the moss
+Executive decision play large
+Caught a blip on the radar, screen him out
+Fightin' like like Julio *Cesar*, blaze y'all
+Mayday, mayday, chasin' me, CIA, KGB, FBI, DIA on they way
+Trynna chase down the God, this Afro-African'll lace ya
+
+[Chorus 3X: Raekwon]
+Nothin' but determination
+
+[Raekwon]
+Part two kid, establish brainpower, truth did
+Yo it's realer than a *fuck* now, ain't stupid
+Trash three hundred thousand in cash, guerilla mash
+Brass this gat, TNT *niggas* on my *ass*
+Play for real, Lex will, I suggest still
+Clear my own *shit*, let the press ill, let's bill
+Make it to the UN, doin' bout a thousand in the blue M
+Frogmen repped out foolin', *left all the American Express cards*
+Left the passports, timeshare, *shit up on* in *Escort*
+Bail 'em, bustin his *joint*, Chief O'Hara
+That old, *Louis McDarren*, see the waves through the mirror
+Spot that, hop that, through the top back
+Ready to lock somethin', down for the cause, stop that
+You play the king, I play the *pawn*, who the king of the Swarm?
+You wrong, where's the evidence, watch the *fire* arm
+Wit eternal affairs there, I knew I had little bits of love
+Hopin' it'll be fair, he watch me, heavy Roxy scene
+He clean though, American *Cream* Team let him leave
+See the moral of the story, feelin' me like
+Mordon and Glory when they came for me
+Had fifty on the line, look at mine, all dressed down
+Handlin' nines, know the time
+**************************************************
+The Lex Diamond IntroThirty years ago there was a gangster born
+He controlled the island with over 4000 soldiers
+He ran over 30 projects
+Whatever you needed in the hood, you had to go through him
+He had his hand in everything
+Racketeering, money laundering, gambling, prostitution
+It was all his for the taking
+He had over 400 cops on the payroll
+He organized a powerful elite with a cold heart and a hot hand
+And those who were perpetrators were dealt in a torturous way
+The neighborhood loved and feared him
+He had a good heart and a fresh soul
+His name is Lex Diamond and this is his story
+
+? with the execution of my children
+From that witness forward, everybody in that courtroom knew
+Uh, and agreed, that the mafia existed
+The mafia operated in the United States and Sicily
+It had various rules and it dominated in this business
+And that many of the people in that room were members of the mafia
+**************************************************
+Staten Go Hard[Intro: Brevi (Raekwon)]
+We go hard (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+What's happening man? Can I eat too, man?
+We go hard, yeah, yeah, Rapper's Island, Rapper's Island)
+
+[Chorus x4: Brevi]
+Staten, we go hard, we go hard
+Staten, we go hard, we go hard
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Wu put Staten on the map (that's right)
+This is gat hoodie rap fuck around, put a fully in your back
+You might make my toolie act (word?)
+I only run for the bread, lightning strike
+Fly one in your hat, black
+And if your man test my skill
+I promise he will die in the field
+My money's long, my homeboy's is real
+They broke, but will shoot to kill
+Flashing, big Uzis make movies
+Cut niggas faces, pretty boys, groupies
+Ride through the city, guns on, kufies
+Living like jail, it's real, y'all coochies
+You know I'm, back at it, and asthmatic
+Always mad jiggy, I love fashion
+Plus love flashing B9's, 38's huggin' weight
+I'm straight, watch the nigga traction
+
+[Chorus x4: Brevi]
+Staten, we go hard, we go hard
+Staten, we go hard, we go hard
+
+[Hook x2: Raekwon]
+S-H-A-O-L, I-N, we, kill again
+
+[Verse 2: Raekwon]
+Wu-Tang, went platinum, Meth platinum
+Ghost, Chef, platinum, that's the raw, captain
+We war, y'all acting, sister rapping
+Ol' Dirty B-A-S-T, platinum
+Seliln' nose candy, blackberry, brandy
+Turtle necks, 40 belows, flow dandy
+Living in the hell, I Am Legend, 7's
+Played out, weapons, courtrooms, blessings
+Brooklance, we rip 'em, rip 'em
+Tire marks flip 'em, figure eights then strip 'em
+Kill 'em, sell 'em, might trade 'em, save 'em
+Hit an OG where it keep cool, play 'em
+Never mind, we on grinding, my linemen
+Puff hardest rhymers, call us on assignments
+Bujo's, tigers, lions, up in Brooklyn House
+Ask about us, niggas know what time it is
+
+[Chorus x4: Brevi]
+Staten, we go hard, we go hard
+Staten, we go hard, we go hard
+
+[Hook x2: Raekwon]
+S-H-A-O-L, I-N, we, kill again
+
+[Verse 3: Brevi]
+Well I'm all grown up, I've learned my ways
+Posted on the block every god damn day
+Once them cops come driving by
+Tuck your shit and get the fuck inside
+Post up, I'ma hit you when it's time
+When you see the helicopter, be prepared to ride
+Get some shots out, we done talking
+Staten Island, stand up
+I know some mean motherfuckers from the S to the I
+R-O-D's, we all ready to die
+Park Hill in this bitch, Stapleton
+Now Born, stand up, West Brighton
+From the heart of the Port Richmond
+We go hard, we go hard, we go hard
+We go hard, we go hard in this bitch
+
+[Chorus til fade: Brevi]
+Staten, we go hard, we go hard
+Staten, we go hard, we go hard
+
+[Hook x2: Raekwon]
+S-H-A-O-L, I-N, we, kill again
+
+[Outro: Raekwon]
+Yeah, all my niggas behind the wall, yeah
+That's for you
+S-H-A-O-L, I-N, we, kill again
+That's real, you know the half, we might take your life
+**************************************************
+Fish & Chips[Raekwon]
+Dare one of ya'll niggas get out of line, I'mma finalize
+Ziplock your face, plus do the time
+See my niggas, cook square denny's, we the tea sippers
+Need liquors, off the hook, yo, we them niggas
+
+[Chorus 2X: Boy Big]
+We on the block, man, we keep 'em cocked, man
+And what's going on right here, ya'll can't stop, man
+You'll get popped, man, you better believe that, Where's the weed at?
+
+[Raekwon]
+Aiyo, caught me by the bodega, I flossy, saucy
+In viesel jeans, pockets had the measles, gleen costly
+A hundred on the wrist, glist Rothstein
+Glad to meet you, his boo said I eat you, just a portion of me
+Leather plush, burberry sweater with the furry gloves
+With the trims on, the grin on
+Looking mad hungry, but my beard chunky
+What's happening, you black? No question, what you offering me?
+Seventeen five a banana, grab a chair
+Rapping like we at the Copacabana, niggas scared
+The shorty working the arms, the sister's like two big magic wands
+She shook her ass in the magic thongs
+She recognizing I'm no average don
+She seeing me posing, extra live with my karats on
+Stop, tilt the glass on 'em
+Half past a mill, was worth like a half a mill in cash, on
+
+[Chorus 2X]
+**************************************************
+I Recall[Hook 3X: sample]
+I remember, I recall
+I remember, I recall
+I remember, I recall
+I remember, all you said
+
+[Raekwon]
+Aiyo, yes sir, everything's a blessing, let the cess' splurge
+Spill it in your hand, and let the s's turn
+You got them wild style goons in the room, with nothing but coupes
+And Pumas on, rugged beards, mean underwear
+Fly in the day, high by night, money right
+Solidified gangsta with his paintbrush writing
+Catch me off Lenox, Spanish dip, vintage shit
+Floating in the open, niggas smoking that shit, you know
+
+[Tek]
+Vanilla envelopes of cess, 20 bags of bless
+Pissy drunk, in the project steps
+Throwing dice, til the sun come out, guns come out
+Trains through the 151 come out
+Then it's back on the block, I'm running from the cops again
+The old heads love me, asking when I'm gonna stop again
+But, you know the law of the streets
+How we gon' dick the freaks and what we do over beats, bitch
+
+[Hook 2X]
+
+[Steele]
+Yessa yessa, rap is under pressure
+Had me, had 'em, hungry hoody, wearing hoods, come getcha
+Four fetcha, eat tracks, Hannibal Lecter
+Keep gats, Tony Jaa, still, I'm The Protector
+Street speak, reach peeps, treat peeps aggressive
+Smif-N-Wessun, Chef connection, nothing less than perfection
+Peace number 7, God Degree's the lesson
+Equality's the evanescense for my peeps in the essence
+
+[Raekwon]
+Fresh mohawk, run up in the gun store, blow off
+Jump in the couple, sled range, my dame blow off
+Bamboo need for the go, it's like chilly
+Don't be silly, my niggas pop wheelies for dough
+
+[Tek]
+I tell you the first time, I ever laid hands on a pussy
+Smack Earth, Wind & Fire out of jazz, pussy
+That's when niggas learned to respect my army
+Respect my gun and recognize me as a don
+
+[Steele]
+Listen, I tell no lies, spread no rumors
+Have your whole family smothered, taking me for humor
+
+[Tek]
+Get your laugh from elsewhere, your bricks from right here
+You bleed just like I bleed, so it's no fear
+
+[Raekwon]
+Aiyo, flatten niggas, what's happening, rap niggas from Staten
+Gat chunky nine, bullets sitting in napkin
+Ready to pop your lid off, lay low in Manhattan
+Stop fronting, buttons get pressed, we jabbed 'em, tagged 'em
+
+[Hook]
+**************************************************
+The Living Room[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+This is Lex Diamond nigga the boss all them niggas
+With the levers is soft afraid to ask what it cost
+Collar made out of horse hee-haw
+Skeet in your wife's mouth bopped out the restroom and beemed off
+Flawless jewels is real, I got jewels in my wheel
+Eyes glued to your boo in her heels
+The watch is a spanker, the hands don't tick
+They roll, I'm in the Rolls Wraith exercise your blinkers
+You just a pussy I know, hiding behind big homeboy
+So one catch the bullet I'm throwing
+Sitting in Polo or Brooks Brothers
+Cooling on our [?] how the fuck we know if your clique lovers
+The story we don't know that just don't front
+Or he'll blow that and I'll be like "I told you cause I owed you"
+Flexing at the Colosseum, not the one on Jamaica Ave
+The one up in my lab with no demons in it
+
+Beat Switch
+
+[Verse 2]
+You know the kid he stay fabulous car power
+Catch him on tour few spartan's holding gun powder
+Oops, let the Coupe in the duece, jump
+Out with chains on, nope, just a check book and some boots
+It's like The Musketeers of Pig Alley
+I jump out, army, leather, beard like Stalley
+A wise man told me to listen with vision
+A General, old gold gangsters live in kitchens
+Keith Hammers cocked, stay sucker free
+Check me in the spot, glaciers on the thumb of my son
+Take a camera shot, bumping tapes, rocking fur coats and 'gates
+Window broke, base heads and capes
+High power homies is real, blow a branch for ya'
+Chef Cuba six bring out the tarantula
+We like The Ringling Brothers posing in Nikes
+Rocking big dumb knots, that's stupid spray your groupie up
+**************************************************
+Footprints of OsamaThis the story of Osama
+Allahu akbar in Uganda
+Niggas put me on to the drama
+Now sit back, it's on with the data
+A boy from Saudi Arabia who had it made
+But he hated the... fortune, glamour, the fame, the game
+An Oxford graduate, he rather see the sun when it rain
+He studied economics, Islamic, drink tonic, hate chronic
+Didn't hate America, he hated the Congress
+Old daddy died when he was ten
+These are powerful men
+Who had paper, slinging oil and men
+Wealthy, religious, and educated?
+Ay yo this made lots of bread
+Family been straight since cavemen
+Three wives at 17
+Now it gets better, his team
+Yeah it's time to form the mujahideen
+War hero legend for the Muslims, by any means
+Reminds me of Farrakhan, Malcolm, and King
+Play boss who had driving for show
+His plans was well written
+So the kid slid to Sudan
+Had a couple vans some land
+Few good religious brothers did all his prayers with him
+Giving him grams
+It was Afghanistan, he had training camp, smash
+Jumping out of mid sized Toyotas with hash in 'em
+Fly turbans, Suburbans, sandals on, swervin'
+Jumping off of camels, eating turkey and lamb
+Blood brothers, holy warriors, the others wore covers
+Fuck buying jewelry, let's explore, bring the luggage
+They shot to Tora Bora with no order
+300 degrees out one glass a water, for four of us
+Drink brother, these are them Crusaders
+Who slide through the Mid East
+To Hamburg, back to the border
+Then some beef pop off, now it's war
+A global terror in your area, U.S. calling they dogs
+Bush with his regime against mujahideen
+Suicide bombers vs the Marines
+Al Qaeda would scheme
+Nerve gas, anthrax thrown on the scene
+Taliban coming martyrly
+**************************************************
+Letter To Big[Intro]
+Yo Big what up baby
+I just wanna talk to you brother, let you know man
+I got super love for you, you heard?
+Just a couple of bars that I wrote
+I just wanted to let my presence be felt to you, you know
+We love you my nigga, believe that
+
+[Verse 1]
+Yo Big what's going on good brother
+Baby paw, I miss you, I wrote a dart to describe my issues
+The rap game is getting too scarce
+Besides in New York, the money game is getting to weird
+But on another note you legend, a father with his brethren
+A stepper, A Coogi sweater that's cost effected
+Gangstas from the Stuy, that's you
+They thought we had a beef kid, but I would never violate you
+You from a part where I come from too
+Just because we rhyme on a dime and had albums that blew
+And that beef was a sucker beef, friendly competition
+But filled with crazy love underneath
+You my nigga, Yo pardon me, but I'mma be a man about it
+A roll up a big fat jar of weed and smoke for your legacy Don
+I shook your hand in Cali, we led by gones be by gones
+This a song to a fallen hero, make no mistakes O.G
+We Good Fellas, always Dinero
+The movies that you made you slay'd
+Rhymes was impeccable, today you are late Marvin Gaye
+Every time I shine I'm thinking, we would've rocked together
+One way or another we spank it
+Anyway I'm just here for the love purpose
+When a thug surface can't nobody judge us, fuck cursing
+Casting out my love for real, youu Don'd out, gangsta'd up
+Keep it real baby you the deal
+Love your momma, love your seeds, this is me
+Love Puff, love Kim, love Faith, love D & Cease
+I'mma be easy, I just needed to breathe
+And let you know I feel you like the P's
+Appreciate your status my G - peace Teflon
+To me you the king of the streets, one
+**************************************************
+Big Spender[Intro: sample]
+"Hey big spender!"
+
+[Raekwon]
+Yo, let the slugs fly, thug status, still camera shy
+Elevate to get money and still scramble lah
+Get drunk, start wildin', old young niggas with talent
+Gold on me and my ho's look violent
+Live bitches, five sixes, flick it up, flyin' pictures
+More flips now, niggas is dipped different
+Renegades, Escalades, all fly ladies in shades
+Get the best of me, bless me on stage
+Drop your jerseys all year round, I'm here now
+Merlot in a glass, smoke a hundred bad, pop you with a pair of pounds
+Toss money, no laws, pop you with a pair of pounds
+Sauce money, no loss, pop you with a pair of pounds
+Own towns, niggas is grown now, we got it sown now
+Jumpin' out the whip, gunnin' a four now
+Yo, extra careful, when we home, now
+It's like a ghost town, the Narc's got the shit sowed down, come on
+
+[Chorus: Raekwon]
+Spit it for my niggas that's locked up
+Six hundred Benz, kid, rocked up
+Up in the club, close the bar when we popped up
+Got a forty cal' thirty shot Glock up
+And I'm warning ya'll shit about to pop off
+Shorties in the club, take ya tops off
+Yo, it's an art to rhyming
+Ya'll niggas can crush a stone, try crushin' a Diamond
+
+[Raekwon]
+Yo, it' the great adventures of Lex, checks on me Air Force vet's
+Yo, supply the whole hood with the wet
+I love money, pa, spend that kid, yeah, it's the 600 Benz cat
+Rimmed up, bout to bring the brims back
+Terri cloth, Rudolph joints, valor pockets, Mr. G-Off
+D or Cavalier robes, we see ya'll
+Cash that'll put 'em order, you little fishes
+Ain't big enough for Icewater, paralyze the right corner
+Staten Island assailant, call Malinari now
+Hand him that, we about to take sons cabinet
+Chef got it genuine style, pink verizen with the great logic
+Hands is like the Ali project
+Wolves of Shaolin, we look good hooded up
+One tough challenge, rough 'em up, bring out his raw talents
+Money maker, send them to us
+Remember the symbol, the Gods got the paper, now you with us, let's go
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[Raekwon]
+Aiyo, speak up, we up, villains in the beat truck
+Unique luck, leafed up, playin' in the suite, feet up
+Come here, boo, just feel it, locked down, niggas can hear it
+Blazin' in PJ's, it's time, let the ill reveal it, yo
+Wall to wall jump off's, fly shorty, live sneakers and speakers
+Makin' sure the vibe ain't corny, yo
+Scarface kids, kings only
+Jail heads know me, Chef got it locked, my block
+We got more to rag you with, black, come through, kid
+Park Hill Projects, send him through, mashin' it, step
+No Hollywood, yeah dear, more paper, more acres
+To sell on, we all got it fresh, from raw tapes
+The kid that traveled the world
+All this came from the lobby, I took it to Japan from curbs
+Yo, swindlers transformin' to ninjas, injure anything
+Remember all my mans, is when we spendin', we the..
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[Outro: Raekwon]
+Ha ha, ha ha, yeah
+Word up, yeah, we back
+It's on, word up...
+**************************************************
+That Good Good[Hook: Altrina Renee]
+You don't wanna leave
+Cause I been putting that good good on you
+So much so you don't know what to do
+That good good, that good good
+Make you say "Oooh"
+You don't wanna, you don't wanna
+You don't wanna leave
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Gun up on my right hand, blast when I wanna blast
+Coke on the table, pass it when I wanna pass
+Ski mask, dressed in a clear gazelle sway 8 1/2s
+We gon' run the building like we in jail, crack ashes
+Polo fireman Timbs waterproof, all of this was made from a splash
+Terrible at losing, gangsta when I'm winning
+Let 'em choose, then you know what the deal in the music nigga
+Jewelry'd up cousin, I'm a husband, back up
+Million dollar ice, bought the bag out in Dublin, bro
+Perpetual ? the Royce and the jets
+Keep it sounding like all white tuna make it sexy
+Land with my feet up on the dash
+Show up in the club with no weed, nigga with a whole fleet of cash
+Everything the black car could spazz
+Buy you a life, you getting right, it's either us or them crafts
+
+[Hook: Altrina Renee]
+
+[Verse 2: Raekwon]
+Chocolate Scaglietti heavy
+Roaming in funeral homes, coughing niggas up when I'm ready
+First base villain
+Yeah, the herb is the birthplace residing in the hill where we bill 'em
+Still chilling we lamp right under the light gambling
+Make something happen we address you we might stamp you plug-ins
+So many slugs flying, thugs come in hundreds
+All of them my niggas where the ? at
+Female persuasion Malaysian
+Most of them gulp Tabasco down, shoe game amazing
+Cooling up in P.F. Changs wool
+Let me see your rings, I got them on, I know the rules, cool bang
+Hitting it, fingers smell like pussy, take a smell, start licking it
+That'll be the day I got some liquor in me
+Fly and a poet, anything other I can't cover
+Just ask a real working mother
+
+[Hook: Altrina Renee]
+**************************************************
+The Sky[Intro]
+Smoke nigga, smoke man
+Share with your brothers man
+Stop playing man
+Watch your hand nigga
+That nigga looking to get his son
+For real
+Uh huh
+Speak to me my nigga
+Word up
+Drop it, let's fly
+
+[Verse 1]
+Motherfuckers wanna kill me but ain't got the skill
+The infantry is murder one, chill
+All green Gottis leather pants on
+Some hoods, some Wally's
+Light medical, all day just pussy and robberies
+Take bread, project codeword
+Stuck in my head, eat cold eggs
+And fuck with the herbs
+Take a shot of Jack Daniels, get to dancing
+Posing in flicks, get rich
+(?) money, I can't spend it
+I eat up, an emcee who roll the weed up
+I'm number one in everything
+Rhyming ain't nothing but (?) the weed up
+Pen be basing like a Freemason on the train to white plains
+Two duffle bags and a white (?)
+Magnificent march call us the moguls
+Y'all niggas is local, low time
+I'm in the minds of the global saying get him God
+God, god, god's on
+I be two steps ahead with the axe on me
+Ready to part you
+
+[Verse 2]
+Ay yo
+Under the radar
+Posing like black Cubans, fat bow tie on
+We in the back
+Popping two new ones
+The emperor, all his jewelry on
+Silks and knives, I've got a few next to you
+Surprising to the real niggas, peace signs
+Stay out the cold when the beast shine
+And East Coast hot
+I know what time it is, a revolutionist
+Mind made exclusive hits
+Drink the best paint
+Sat in the royalty line, fine the paper chase
+Some sell just to get their weight up
+Just be careful word to mother straight up
+Heavy thoughts from this game saved up
+Respect a G when I'm in your presence playa
+So here's some flavor
+So you can nurture on and stay on your feet
+And touch the culture
+Let 'em know things ain't what it seem
+And let it sink in
+The plug deepen
+I'm overstanding the devil's plan to keep the people blinded but seeing
+**************************************************
+Triumph (Freestyle)[Raekwon]
+Pull out the red carpet, faggot, rap, I live it, mass digits
+Monkey suit, swinging on a dime jean chunky blue
+All nines Al Qade it, paid up, play it up
+We demonstate death, then kill you in the stadium
+Yankee suits on, the boots on, produce juices
+Spill rugers on you, play the deuce, them boosters on you
+I'm stealing, everything, diggin' whitey righty
+With the magnum taught, when you shoot it, nigga, grab 'em
+It's the Roc For Life Familia, slash, The Vatican
+Pop cabbages, it's nothing, nigga, kidnap ya managers
+Fly roller, slang ox holders and cock blowers
+The Cuban 2's is coming, ya'll niggas is done in
+Ya'll niggas is fronting, my niggas is stumping
+Cuz when ya'll wanna get it on, Rae's up and
+It's something, those are stunting, can't do me nothing
+I'll take ya bitch, baby boy, then you fuck up in
+**************************************************
+Lead Season[Verse 1]
+Parked the Red Baron Beamer in the back of the cleaners
+Relaxing with an army gun Zima
+Medellin is in my blow like Floyd dance
+This chain I wear is skinny, baby, but the weight 80 gram
+Jumping out of silent shit, rugby marathon
+Peace to Rob Paragon, smoke with Aguillah
+Blow is designed for the ghost
+But I don't want it if it's biting the head off
+Come see me slap a don
+Great escape, me and that connect with the crimeys
+Back when me and Flex kidnapped the 90's
+I was king, call me Luther LeBron
+Make a dream team appear
+Court-side seats in the karmas
+Known for my get-down and fly wears
+Usually my eyewear that make me buy up everything bomb
+I'm a old Fila king with wings on
+Street sharp Nike suit
+Sharpey goon-face Milan
+
+[Hook]
+We getting bread in the building
+Niggas getting money
+Quick to spread in the building
+Get lead in the building
+Bosses don't bite, they write checks
+I want the nigga head in the building
+Get fed in the wilderness
+
+[Verse 2]
+Ay yo, four-limb goose down to the Timbs
+The gems is coke-boy money, lay in the 700 Benz
+Blowing cheeba, dumping ashes
+The class of last year
+That'll throw your head through the glass
+Forty-five, all diamonds in it
+Grimies did it
+Chinese killers jump out and divot
+I will post in the New York Post, blueberry ghost
+You'll steady motion when I'm aiming my pitch
+We young niggas who die hard
+Fly ride hard
+Soft top, that means to push your head off
+I be famous, but my bodyguard Spanglish
+It's all miscellaneous, ain't nobody telling
+It ain't a issue
+Thick skits tapes with bombs in it
+Cooler than the velvet-grown pool
+And the pussy embalmed with it
+Yeah, Buddha texture's cashmere
+I beat your man up, drop five hundred, and blow and smash gears
+
+[Hook]
+**************************************************
+Stick Up Music[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
+It's Flipmode bitch! Categorize my word as gospel
+YEAH!!
+
+[Verse One: Busta Rhymes]
+Yo! I offer niggas the encouragement
+While I give you the nourishment I put niggas on punishment
+Y'all niggas is trash but I offer the streets the supplements
+Takin over the block now I'm tryin to control the government
+(SAY WHAT!!!!!!!!!) Got these niggas pissin they mattresses
+The God is back nigga get the deliverin my packages!!!
+Now I'm back from L.A. all access
+It's that nigga back from the Oscars after fuckin some actress-es
+While I give you the seasonin and there recipes
+Over the music they sound like Sticker from in the seventies
+While sippin 'nac that make niggas hiccup and spit for centuries
+Of course the ratchet they click up and my enemies
+The way I flood the streets you know the flava good
+I'm a stash some of the coke and cause a drought up in the neighborhood
+I'm only in the streets to feed a nigga
+Regardless what you think the game will always need a nigga
+(Yeah! Might as well mortalize me into a statue nigga!!!!)
+
+[Verse Two: Raekwon]
+Yeah, let's go love..
+I wear a MEAAAN dark pair of shades
+Janglin bats back in the days, I wore braids
+Runnin with solicitors, grizzlies, monkey business prisoners
+Livin Uptown with scales inside wall ridges
+Y'know we network our ass off
+Slabs of salt, dynamite sticks from bricks, fiends gas off
+Blowin sellin dope, runnin to the vault pass off
+Play wit my paper, write your little ass off
+Stylin cause I know how to dress
+Learned it from Jamacians who stressed the building lights and gallons of cess
+We play rock star hard, every big bangle we mangle (uh-huh)
+Mad dog wit the uzi named King Tango
+Fishin for riches, mission is to dig bitches (yep)
+Hide from the NARCs', Clarks on blue cases
+You know we love you like cook food, matta fact
+Cook cocaine, never drainin the good mood
+
+[Bridge: Uncle Murda]
+(Hold up! Hold up! Hold up!) Chill, chill nigga
+Damn! (What's goin on? Y'all tryna make a song WIT'OUT ME?!)
+I ain't get enough fuckin wreck, man!
+(I'm on this, GOBBS, what's goin on?)
+
+[Verse Three: Uncle Murda]
+I get that fatty, I got that hammer
+I die for that bread man, that's word to my grandma (GRANDMA!)
+I kill for it too, that's word to my lil' man (Oh!)
+I risk my freedom for him, send me to prison man
+I gotta get it man (I do!), Look, by any means necessary
+Pop a nigga while I'm robbin him if it's necessary (BANG!)
+Yeah - gimme the loot, gimme the loot
+He was like, "Aight Murda, don't shoot, don't shoot (Don't MOVE!)
+No head shots, please don't shoot me in my head
+It ain't that serious, I ain't tryna die for that bread (What?!)
+I don't want no beef, man take my burna
+I'mma put the word out, no more hatin on Murda (They hatin)
+You get weed on my block, all of dem man
+I did it for 26, you can charge me 40 a grand (Aight, I got it!)
+I know what beef is and I don't want it, son
+I'm serious, I don't care if I sound corny son" (You DO doe!)
+(Damn! My Philly cap gone!)
+**************************************************
+Spit Flames[Intro: Raekwon]
+Drink to this nigga
+Yo, what's your record company lord? (Gladiators)
+Keep it straight.. straight up
+Game time
+
+[movie samples]
+I don't know what you doin' out there on the street
+I'm gonna kick your ass!
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Wallabee encounters, yo we from New York
+We never bounce son
+We carry cage ways, straight up and don't get down son
+Supposed to have blow out and pound son
+Ten rastas had masses, fly Nikes, splashes and Porsche glasses
+Singles leather opponent, straight from the street baby
+Polo jacket, baseball hat matchin' lookin' froze, dumb, unusual
+I'm lyin', face the music boo, pendulum loops and swoops
+Shells ain't nuttin' to conceal ya fool
+I'm young but mostly swift from blunted
+Think like chess, drink, note languages blessed
+I'm from and era where niggas'll get caught for leathers
+Shots are hollerin', hung knees up supportin' the weather
+Who the fuck gots mines? Bringin' like Duran with Ross
+Bet all y'all niggas are dyin' in cars
+Fuckin' with me? It's like luxury
+Flow like water in and out of doors, dare a nigga fuck wit' me
+
+[Chorus:: Polite] (x2)
+Eh, nah test this boy, spit fire
+He got a sound like lightnin' and thunder
+Eh, nah test this boy, spit fire
+Honey bad sound boy test he get murdered
+
+[Verse 2: Raekwon]
+Yo, beat Gods sneakers look decent and he hard
+Feel my giants, sway down, big pieces on yo
+The bringers I flooded with more dough
+Feel my effect, Lex get busy, wheel his own check now blow
+Mountains get bagged, I'd rather count and just grag
+Slap on crabs, Jags in the snow
+Feelin' leather Khuzis and Uzis
+Movies that bein' produced like rubees
+One of the illest gaters salute me yo
+Drive borrowed connects
+Bought out Manhatten wit' cheques
+Man I miss you, bank's next
+Finger paintin' low like one of the Saints
+Jim down, all white minks lookin' like 10 thou'
+Staten Island Gotti, gats, we ain't leavin' without it
+Take this here, you need cops, you ain't 'bout to stay in there
+Get popped and the violence in rare
+I can take care of yours, you take care of there's
+
+[Hook: Polite]
+Word is out, other rappers usin' their clout
+Your hands ain't dipped no more, you just pissin' me off
+From a jurisdiction where niggas come up missin'
+Rides, get housed right
+Niggas even battle for bitches
+And their game is to get yours, ride through the zors
+You sure? Suggest you're wise to see what time it is Lord
+The plane ain't the same, the game kinda weakened your name
+What you better do is spit flames
+
+[Chorus:: Polite] (x2)
+Eh, nah test this boy, spit fire
+He got a sound like lightnin' and thunder
+Eh, nah test this boy, spit fire
+Honey bad sound boy test he get murdered
+
+[Verse 3: Polite]
+We spit fire, yeah it's on and nah testin' up the wrist
+Me nah have to touch in my wrist, son me have to push to waste
+And all the boy spit fire, me lick a shot to retire
+So them can not move no further
+I spit fire, then me call Ghostface Killah
+Tell him that me just start to murder
+Me spit fire, then me call Raekwon the Chef
+Tell the boy run for the lawyer
+Don't test this fire
+
+[Hook: Polite]
+Word is out, other rappers usin' their clout
+Your hands ain't dipped no more, you just pissin' me off
+From a jurisdiction where niggas come up missin'
+Rides, get housed right
+Niggas even battle for bitches
+And their game is to get yours, ride through the zors
+You sure? Suggest you're wise to see what time it is Lord
+The plane ain't the same, the game kinda weakened your name
+What you better do is spit flames
+
+[Outro: Raekwon]
+The first thing what we gotta do man
+Is know what we gonna do with this +CREAM+ when we get it
+I'm not tryna just be.. sitting on motherfuckin' 200 thou'
+And actin' like I'm just gonna be a.. a drug dealer all my life son
+I got bigger and better plans yo -> Raekwon from Striving for Perfection
+Take that to the bank nigga
+**************************************************
+The Young Black[Intro: Ghostface Killah (Raekwon)]
+Yeah... mm-hmm, yea... yea...
+Yea... (what is it lord?) yo
+
+[Ghostface Killah] (Raekwon) {both}
+Shootout in Stechman's, fire in the city {a block away}
+(One of Rick shots hit Missy)
+The reason why he did it, his tank {was on E}
+(Crib got raided and lost) {about three}
+Fifty in gear (ten in silverware) another sixty
+{That was married to his neck, arm and ear}
+Just got divorced, Stephanie left him for a ball player
+Took the kids and moved to Georgia
+(Should I be as a man-thinker, for every action) There's a re-action
+Seeing his case, he started spazzing
+Gamma len in my only Clark, green and yellow God-God
+(Size nine Magic, show face, fucking with stars)
+Craig Mack blowout, braided (You got the new shit son?)
+Bet he find a way {to out date it}
+(Timberland mineral was rusted, man made corruption, taylor made producton)
+He had a seed in a Wally jumper, Ronny Bump nephew
+Butt ass, balled up in a corner in a comforter
+Paulette was his main wiz, she guzzled 99 bananas
+Squeezing niggas dicks {in front of cameras}
+(Light skin Lil' Kim, Chanel grim) One nigga hitting that
+(This the shit that rich niggas dreamt
+Rick brother Pazone'll be home, estimate 30 days, brolic arm) Fresh out the cage
+{Do the story seem intriging? When P come home
+Will he have all these niggas mouths bleeding?}
+
+[Chorus 2X: Raekwon]
+The young black, travel to mix, we open eyes on a disc
+Try to resist, reviving the rich
+Airbrush money when we walk, most highly paid Cheeba hawk
+Checking how he walk, tell a story lord
+
+[Raekwon] (Ghostface Killah) {both}
+Went down like Wednesday, Lounge gave a party at the way
+{Seen armor truck money, everybody pay}
+Niggas in the back watching, everything butter scotch
+Kelly ass, bet if they dead it, it's watch
+(Moving with the New Hampshire niggas) Ride them, catering
+(Sleeping with them) {sneaky ass wizzes}
+(Guess who appeared out the blue? Stark Drizzling)
+Stood Pazone, laying in the Ac' with two women, how his whip look?
+(The shit look dressy) Bend up vest piece (you know how his vest be)
+Lavender bird, two inch beak, parakeet
+Name Unique, who knew the 1 to the 40 in a week
+12 o'clock on the diz-nock, we went to check the moon out
+{Vibes I'm getting, I have to clear the room out}
+Took his hat off, spiral (Used to be my idol)
+{Thirty inch telephone} (Lip to his eyeball)
+Playing a Bob mood, just answer out his pocket
+{Real heavy} (Like he bought his rings from Liberace)
+Had his parrot with him, Unique, you see these niggas fronting in here?
+(Yo P, they pussy, with one gun in here, the music stop)
+{Bitches drop} Shit jumped off by the bathroom
+{Aiyo, oh shit, that's Sasoon}
+(P jumped up, grabbed his ratchet, felt sorry for him
+First shot was ill, clapped his parrot)
+Blew him off son shoulder, so many feathers had the club coughing
+{That's when Pazone lost it!} (He wigged out, crying, spit out
+He's living like Dead Presidents, real life, he's letting it out)
+It was a shotty that murdered pop
+Guess who did it? {The slick young bitches on the stock}
+
+[Chorus 2X]
+**************************************************
+Thousands to M’s[Intro: Raekwon]
+Yo, send all the workers up to five b man, you know what time it is man
+Niggas did good this week man, let's celebrate
+
+[Raekwon]
+Bottles of crew, bagging in the living room, high noon
+Couple rachets, snares, the razors and earmuffs
+Walkie joints chirping, niggas downstairs in the lobby converting
+There's something next to live wires and goons
+All in the sets hundreds to thousands, thousands to ms
+Then tackle up the rims store, go and buy timbs
+Hit the Popeyes, cops got eyes
+We breezing through with nothing but fives
+Puffing herb, we gon let the sun rise
+They don't know niggas is slinging, what's the lingering?
+Niggas ain't fiends, $400 jeans, cooling like it's England
+Rather see me role in a hole, rocking state jeans and sneakers
+Square sandwhich, juices and peaches
+Not right now dick, this is our valve, we get down dick
+None of that clown shit, we built it from a thou
+See straight watchers, my niggas sleep, all of my unique poppers
+Legends from the eighties came home, we got em eating poppers
+Take money, eating steaks, being rude, feeding snakes
+This is what get us all the planes and the eights
+This is my land like Thailand, why?
+Cuz I control it and I own it, But some say it's FBI land
+
+[Chorus 2X: Skam2]
+Now just gimme that, don't make me take that
+The minute I'm finished with it, I go straight back
+Re up and reload, keep up my workload
+Homeboy this block is mine cuz I say so (what)
+
+[Ill Bill]
+Violation of the RICO Statute to cash rules
+Cocaine is a hell of a drug, the fortune of intelligent thugs
+We the ones that they write movies about
+Beautiful pounds, got the best doobies in town
+Shoot it the fuck out, wash money, wash the blood off of Benjamin's face
+Defenders of the faith, measure the weight
+Forever by itself, reaping pleasure from pain
+We the best in the game, hit you in the chest and the brain
+I move weight homie and expand like Scarface
+Leave you hanging from the chopper like Omar Suarez
+Ill Bill, suicidal live ayatollah, keeps it liver than al-Qaeda soldiers
+Sign in the name of Allah Jehovah
+Portable wars, the blowjobs never stop
+Freak bitches won't stop, sniffin' till their nose pop
+Nose candy enthusiast
+Bitches able to swallow an entire one liter bottle, abuser shit
+We super gangsta, accurately cruising for bangers
+Ya'll in the womb rappers, happily remove you with hangers
+We move like a federation of terror
+Put you under the dirt, cus ain't no room in this equation for error
+
+[Chorus 2X]
+**************************************************
+Why Don’t We Fall In Love[Intro: Raekwon:]
+Yeah (whadup)
+Another, another my nigga
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+We that cold weather
+Sunk in the tent
+Phone Valetta had the sweater
+Paid 9 grand, on call machete
+Fascinating in gun fights, wallabies is Chris
+It's like a fresh new rhyme on the disk
+Cut niggas like Zorro
+Bullhorn gaff the borough that's Staten
+New Brighton hell niggas, what's happening?
+Harbor where the gangsters live
+Stapleton, Smooth Willie's
+All of us fly high
+Peace to my goon Gilley
+Chef, criminals have to eat ferocious
+Six wheels, Maybach black, blowing on roaches
+The empire is built from the ground up
+I come around, what?
+You get nothin' now
+Stand there all frowned up
+The emperor especially in buildings
+Got a temper
+No money coming slapping
+Something down, it's suspenders
+Now back to my shorty at hand
+How you want it?
+What's the plan?
+Just be cool
+Converse with your man
+
+[Verse 2: Amerie]
+So many things I'm going through
+So much that I wanna do
+It's starting to become so clear to me
+Tomorrow ain't really guaranteed
+So many days I've thought of you
+It's about time you knew the truth
+Got to act quickly you and I
+We fall in love
+So many reasons why
+
+[Hook: Amerie]
+Why don't we?
+Why don't we?
+Why don't we?
+Why don't we?
+Why don't we fall in love?
+
+[Bridge: Amerie]
+Why don't we fall in love?
+It's so many reasons
+It's the only thing that lies to me
+
+[Verse 3: Amerie]
+It takes such a load off to let you know
+That you're the only one
+I never want to go
+Things I never did
+Now I want to do
+And love I never felt
+Now I feel for you
+Why?
+I want to just swallow
+Each and every ounce of my pride
+Everything you do
+I wanna feel again
+Ain't no use for us to pretend
+
+[Hook: 2x]
+
+[Outro:]
+Come with me
+Tomorrow ain't guaranteed
+**************************************************
+To The Top[Verse 1: Maino]
+Let's take it to the top like a escalator
+To touch me, you need a elevator
+Black mob, my team strong, my style greater
+Smooth criminal, white linen on yellow gaiters
+Started with a dream to make it to a key
+Now, we hoppin' outta cars that never use a key
+Came out hard off credit cards and open schemes
+Now, it's women who make a livin' right on their knees
+All them nights, prayed a night for better days
+Feelin' like Biggie in them Versace Shades
+Vegas lights, sparkles bright, I got a wave
+Feelin' right, bitches nice, I can't behave
+Chillin' in Miami with my Cuban piece
+She won't let me leave, grabbing on my Cuban linen
+Pop Models, pop mollies in large dose
+Pack light, pack hammers at them Award Shows
+
+[Verse 2: Raekwon]
+Smoke screen, cooler than them boats, sellin' choke, jump out, the whole world know us
+I'm only rich, floating
+Real Deal Bentley, niggas
+Feel them heaters, we them Beatles
+Pull out on family members, snaking leaders
+Quarter-Million shit on the stove
+Got some real Brooklyn killer-stack niggas with me
+Spit on your globe
+Got my Lawyer in the back of the foyer
+Eatin' sauteéd fish, pass the goya
+My gun named Toya
+Marble Floors in the Benz
+The rims is regular
+Come through, new lots ?
+Adorned with a sword in his leather
+And I've been on the walls
+In Ossining. And bring it back
+The best and my cleaver came with me
+Yo, King with me, reload quickly
+I'm surely down fifty a cheeba, elloquently
+I relax in the Waldorf
+Under the covers, and the sword off
+Sweat this shit, growing a mohawk
+Ready to blow off
+**************************************************
+You Might Die[Raekwon]
+Yo, at night time, reflection from the mural
+Federal bureau with ikes, did it all our lives
+We Swiss bankers, cream making in Australia
+Floss whales, we live, men, plus the son of the Mahalias
+Gold plated horse with the wooden face, catch me up grace
+Iceberg blanket, Queen Cheeba sheets
+The Giganti's, paparazzi nazi, elbow money
+Invisible glaciers, laying over rastas
+Let the stars know, the crescent is the blessing
+We came here to show and prove, make moves, for every dollar in the groove
+Rhymes that's imported, wore platinum kitchens and shit
+Niggas gave bitches, most got extorted
+
+[Doo Wop]
+Yo, aqua swiss iceberg wrist, the chocolate swiss miss
+Love the Spanish kid, with the Starburst twist
+Marvelous, with the '59, 50 fitteds, matching the kicks
+That's crispier than Saint Nicolas fish
+Do take, niggas slipping the disk, Wop and Rae world premiere shit
+Like Sermon and Smith, homey, my sermom is swift
+I got them powerful verse, that if
+This was a church, the'll give a cripple person a lift
+And now he crip walking, I ain't just talking
+I do this thing often, ask Kenyon Martin
+Last week, I gave his chain a bone
+And told him, take this with you to Boston (the kid's awesome)
+
+[Chorus 2X: Raekwon]
+From every borough to borough, every castle to castle
+We connect, put it down, and we ask you
+Real niggas rapidly past you, mumbling, come on
+Standing right in front of the building, son, nigga, you might die
+
+[Doo Wop]
+Yo, I came across the Verrazano, to polly with Mr. Polly, himself
+Plus I need a pair of wally's with the cheddar melt
+Goat snake skin to coincide with the belt
+It's doe or die, baby, like Sosa, hold your penny up high
+
+[Raekwon]
+Aiyo, inkless colorless Aston, toast, nigga, post
+One of the finest made taylors to sow
+My medicine's growth, young popes, greatest of all time
+Spoke, who drove off, had sixty horses on post
+It's automatic magic, thirty kangols
+Understand, fabric spray at faggots, close
+The legacy's dying, fakers approach, hit him with the hater soap
+Clap at your gators and snatch your hoe
+
+[Doo Wop]
+It's the 2 double 0 3, version of the Cold Crush
+And Force MC's, I'm bout to force mc's
+To get their weight up, yo Rae, I'm a DJ, and I'm still telling
+Rap cats, to step they game up, ain't that some shit, playa?
+
+[Interlude: Raekwon]
+Hahaha, yeah bulletproof armor tank shit, nigga
+P-9 material only, real niggas, Sing Sing style
+Word up
+
+[Chorus 2X]
+**************************************************
+Footsteps in the dark[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Catch me in them fisherman hats, rocking cannons kid
+New improved Nikes on, flying through Atlanta Kid
+Lounging, piffery lit, look who we wit
+Yeah Denzel, Samuel, Brett Farve, and Brad Pitt
+Chilling in thou kid, 2-1 and thou and a suit case
+Bet that now lets blow the blue base
+Def George Clooney and his goonies, wrapped up big
+Play the left table the bitch with the wig
+I looked, thats my nigga
+She was a crooked one, yeah thats my nigga
+Shuffling cards bitches bras off niggas is card sharks
+They Jakes, crooked ass hops in the mix
+Yeah we posted up assassins is laughing
+Niggas in yellow Bentleys ninjas in front of the building
+They from Cali p's gangster, chief eats
+They're known to sweet beef then break out  lay low in the Aspens
+
+[Verse 2: The Isely Brothers]
+Are we really sure
+Can a love that lasted for so long still endure?
+Do I, really care? Hey, hey
+Let's talk about the distractions goin' on elsewhere
+
+[Chorus]
+I keep hearin' footsteps baby
+In the dark, in the dark
+Why? I keep hearin' footsteps baby
+In the dark, in the dark
+
+My mind drifts now and then
+Lookin' down dark corridors and wonders what might have been
+Something's up ahead
+Hey, should I keep this same direction or go back instead?
+
+[Chorus]
+Honey, now lets stop walkin' around
+When there's love lost to be found
+And you know I still care, I still care
+What's the sense in goin' elsewhere?
+
+Who feels really sure?
+Can that feelin' guarantee your happiness shall endure?
+And do we, really care? Hey, hey
+Let's look at what's been happenin' and try to be more aware
+
+[Chorus]
+Yeah, lets stop walkin' around
+Well when there's love lost, lost to be found
+Honey, you know I still care, I still care
+What's the sense in goin', goin' elsewhere?
+
+Honey, lets stop walkin' around and around and around
+When there's no love to be found
+Baby, you know, I still care, I still care
+What's the sense of goin', goin' elsewhere?
+**************************************************
+Russian Cut[Lord Superb]
+I was blacked out with shades at the wake of my man
+He's so grand, Had plans to go legit but couldn't quit
+Misfit mentalities lead to death young, Hold your tongue
+Don't get strung and fall victim to the street life
+For real it's real, Still we blast steel
+Write your will cause we will, Kill at will when it's real
+Cream Team is the sun's equation, In this nation of free-basin
+Crimes we be lacin, Keys get cut like Jason
+Lifes we erasin, He got a lead donation at Jay Street train station
+In the theater, I saw the drama go on
+They actin like it can't happen, I yapped em did you clap em
+That's confidential information, I move like Perry Mason
+Inside Pappy Mason, Raekwon gave me education
+He said it's one nation, Power in his bitch station
+Queens was mine like, Fiends was mine
+And we ain't pussy, Murder seeds we hot
+Never divid, Even if our dreams collide, Yall on the other side
+
+[Raekwon]
+Thermometers hot, Shit boilin
+The cast of Troy, Gun on my lap boy, Black boys shoot moist
+Python linger from the Nike armor
+The Prince Charmer, Select big armor now it's horror
+Multi, Say it again, We regulate and take your pies
+Rae had a mask on and blue eyes
+Dirty work technique, Smoother the crime out like jerk meat
+Merkin in the burnt three, He hurt me
+Wild iris, Slide twist to Cyrus, Benz boat pirates
+The ocean blue Nikes on, The livest
+Blast sharks, Cliques like Noah's ark with darts
+Me, Brush and cut it out in seventeen parts
+The blood version, Three hundred rock watch surgeon
+Broke, My man hold me, We all hold totes, Bring it on huh
+The telethon, Seance, Smooth like suede on a baby arm
+All grey on, The hygienic, Grinch list on my wish list
+Gettin dusted up, Quick to stick ninety-seven up
+There go Meryl Lynch mits, Brownsville bitch
+Light the switch, Watch to ice ship, Shallah priceless
+Big fish eat little fish faggot, Go head and try to rag it
+Me, I just throw it down bag it, We blow holy
+Roll a Dutch, Shout out to Power Cypher yeah
+**************************************************
+Hey Love[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+
+Ayo I stabbed her in the mouth
+And said peace you know I love you
+Meet me in the park, lets park
+I'll blow a blunt with you
+Nigga I'm the truth kid last seen spotted in Vegas
+[?] Kicks on the last lord skatin'
+Bankrupt niggas, fuck em' we bank robbers in Chukas
+Casino champs who ride around frontin'
+Czonka shirts, half moon Caesars
+Word to Regis they need us
+Them old timer niggas move prestigious
+Salmon, back slamma, backgammon playa'
+Move V's us niggas all across the board bitches
+I truly must say to dudes who upstate I feel ya pain
+Now champagne bottles is gettin' drained
+We toast to the real ones
+Who walk around with silks and knives on
+Pumas,[?], [?] on
+Dons vs. corny dons, save it
+
+[Verse 2: Stevie Wonder]
+
+Hey love
+May I have a word with you?
+I'd like to tell you, yeah
+Just what I've been going through
+My nights are so long
+As I watch each hour go by
+Hoping and praying
+That someday I will be your guy
+
+Hey love
+You're my one true soul desire
+Hey love, baby
+Can you feel this burning fire
+
+Hey love
+There's one thing I find so true
+When you are near me
+I go through a change or two
+Hearing your footsteps
+I hurry to catch your eye
+And I stand there waiting, yeah
+But girl, you just walk on by
+
+Say love
+With a cold heart you are dealing
+Hey love, yeah
+It's an awful hurting feeling
+
+Hey love
+Don't pass me without some sign
+Just look me over, yeah
+You might want to change your mind
+**************************************************
+Die Tonight[Verse 1]
+So when it's over, we demanding our weapons
+Stop, cock, shoot, now I'm in the ghost of perfections
+Smooth Willie chilling with his Spartans
+Fart in front of your bitch, squeeze her tits, move aside, pardon
+Paid niggas don't talk, just straight to the bar
+Buy the whole shit out, then light up a bark
+Colorful kings, wardrobes is different from yours
+You don't want no beef, better take it to Moe's
+Put the drink on the side and say what
+My mans with the turban on, mouth froze
+Y'all niggas is fucked
+He was my son out of Gun Hill, I know him through Tec
+If it's the last thing we do, we gon get at his neck
+Bartender, give me the check
+Keep him right here, I'll be back
+Now everybody knowing I'm connected
+Hopped in a 7, left 57 of my wolves
+This is personal, niggas don't fret
+Ay yo
+
+[Hook]
+One more man gon die tonight
+One more hand gon ride tonight
+If it's a m on the table, I'm down
+Yo, don't be yapping off at the mouth
+When niggas don't see dude around
+
+[Verse 2]
+We in Kentucky Fried, lucky guy
+Him and his kid
+From the first, bite a bullet woulda flew through his wig
+Be smooth, chill, wait for the kids
+Older nigga not that stupid to see the gun on his rib
+Fuck it, catch him by the crib
+Yo, he live with his wiz
+She the bow-legged stripper bitch we fingered in Liv
+For a buck, she would guzzle your kids
+And let you kick a tall-boy Heineken up in the shit
+This wack-ass nigga fronting, yap about bids
+Behind the walls, niggas pissed on him, gave him the biz
+Just a tough guy fronting cause he famous and shit
+Back in '89, baby crimes, rape and some shit
+We should have killed him then
+He dusted, look at his bib
+I should have milked him right there and then
+Fuck it, son, yo, guzzle the gin
+Let's make the movie occur
+To blow up in a Spur, yelling win
+
+[Hook]
+**************************************************
+Legacy[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Here's the deal, 300 mil, we in the field
+With the boots on, police on us for real
+And I love it, my guns is rugged, bulletproof vans with plans
+To stay gangstered up and scramble
+With the rest of the stresses, the tests
+My bank HSBC, yeah, feel all my blessings
+While wild out, I'm mild out, calm and humble
+Blow a hole in your soldier, come through
+Beyond that, guns for combat, right in front of the lobby
+My hobby just too ill to saw black
+He ain't the shit, we ain't the shit
+But we will squeeze for them keys, point black and spank ya shit
+Always in Nike, pen filled gooses, leather knockouts on, Tropican' juices
+One false move I'm pressing niggas, automatic buttons on 4/5ths
+Nigga, what, respect the niggas
+
+[Hook: Caesar]
+Legacy, you're the don, legacy, you're the king
+Stories of the hood, lights, the fame bring
+We runs the past, the strong survive
+For perfection we strive, the legends alive
+
+[Verse 2: Xzibit]
+Yeah, what up, Rae? Yeah, living legend
+They say nothing worth having comes easily
+Let's go get in, buzz it down and spread it out evenly
+Camouflage my rides, blend with the scenery
+And bang in the face of my enemy
+Divine from the waist ain't no killing me, it runs in my family
+Bloodline, prepare for the best, through tough times
+Fifty car caravan, anything jumping
+Got the wheel real big with the rims still rubbing
+But my rims ain't touching, I'm a Defcon button
+I'm a Russian made Kalashnikov, motherfucker
+The same thing that builds you up, ain't reserve notes
+Watermarks stacked, In God We Trust
+But any man can and will be crushed, heaviest move like elephant tusk
+Think you better adjust the way you approach, don't get too close
+Because you might get hit with a shitbag, and a wheelchair dented in zig-zag
+
+[Hook]
+Legacy, you're the don, legacy, you're the king
+Stories of the hood, lights, the fame bring
+We runs the past, the strong survive
+For perfection we strive, the legends alive
+
+[Murs]
+Huh, Murs, yo
+Now when I first started out, they said I wouldn't make it
+I'm made of less metal, probably just couldn't take it
+I roll with my aces, certified assassins
+Mid-city militia, we come through smashing
+We fucking with them butterknives, we swinging them katanas
+Sharper than piranhas, cutting through your body armor
+It's all about honor, man, respect the code
+Touch a point on your neck and make your chest explode
+And the water turns vets into vegetables
+You gotta, stay on point or be the next to go
+Whether, dickies or chucks, or the guess and low
+It's all one love, homie, rep your coast
+Cause fame is elusive, respect is the prize
+Is he less of a man, you can check through his eyes
+Those guys with subversive plots
+Be the ones you despise, and the first to watch, hah
+
+[Hook]
+**************************************************
+Wake UpChorus -
+(One) gun go off, showin' everything is lost
+(Two) hold between me and you, these the rules, c'mon
+(Three) yo, we gotta stand together to take cream'n
+(Four) without me and you the crew just could never be
+
+Verse 1:
+Imaginative mental, blood flyin'
+The most hardest niggas cock they iron
+Foul, live like a Lion
+Listen to the streets and your gun go off
+Sorta like a show off
+Jungle way of livin', hittin' dro off
+Lifestyle changes niggas see that
+They gettin' anxious just to throw one in your ski hat
+Watch your language, yeah, you fresher than a Million bucks
+You got a new hustle, you hardly knew niggas would envy lust
+They gettin' hungrier and niggas bust
+They lit a bigger dutch
+Fixin' them Calicos to dig your guts
+Detectives roam
+Niggas come home and got a bigger dome
+Ready to zone on what a nigga own
+Caught in the mischief
+How can you live when it's a sickness
+That sorrounds that projects and the trenches
+Walkin' through the bushes at night
+You gotta be sharp like a butcher knife
+Subtly show up when the jooks is right
+And everything will have a major like
+Whether it's black or white
+Nobody knows until they snatch your life
+Wake up son, the season's just a thing the mind make up
+It's only real kid, ha, wake up!
+
+Chorus 2x
+
+Verse 2:
+The meat market pardon me, the heat market
+Chill, we got it on lock, the nigga got to sweet talkin'
+I gotta eat and got the beast targeted
+Relax, my Brothers on 'role, niggas got police barkin'
+They want us killed, sieze the sargent
+Blowin' each cartridge
+We ill, realer in each market
+Feel the leather jacket, sleek ostrich
+Unleash the arsonist, just popped the wig off of each hostage
+Make it real and make his niece watch it
+Yokin' Grandmothers up, we kill until his peeps squash it
+Verse is somethin' mean regardless
+A green jar of harvest
+Just smoke, niggas got the green Garcia's
+A terrifying team of heartless
+Move on the Narcs's
+We only on it for extreme profits
+And anyway we dream darkness
+I saw it through the Jean Paul Gotier mint green gleam optics
+So wake up Son, the season's just a thing the mind make up
+It's only real kid, ha, wake up
+
+Chorus 2x
+
+Verse 3:
+A message from Elijah's kids
+My eyes opened, got wise on the biz
+Start risin' my wig
+Seen everything I saw before
+Had dreams behind a wall
+All I wanted was to balance my all
+Make it through feedin' my kind
+Readin' the lines
+On how the dollar bill is shaped and designed
+Taught from the Eighties
+Talk, build, and protect all Babies
+Strong shelters with strong Ladies
+A nigga died, died amongst Daisies
+He did it for the Babies
+Thats peace, feed 'em if they gettin' lazy
+
+Chorus 2x
+**************************************************
+Gotta Have It[Chorus: Boy Big]
+See we gotta have it
+Me and my niggas here to lay you down
+Ain't playing, so hit the floor
+And don't make no fucking sound
+We gotta have it
+We move just like the mob, do
+This game is real, caps get peeled
+Fuck around, I'll have to murk you
+
+[Raekwon]
+Yo, from cocktails, 3-80's with the M-1, we bury the jewelry store
+Posting, yelling 'get yours', we on Pivot
+Coke pilot mink, Kay Gatling Island, Trini and Chi
+All day gangsta, murda niggas, sleep
+We at the red light, mapped 'em, drove through, as all block
+Caught they attention, I leaned
+Time Magazine with my face on it, how we position the CREAM
+Niggas is large, they all start scheming
+Whatever, truck 'em in them leathers, we was stuck together
+Fuck around and have to shoot off fingers, yo
+You know it, approach the glass with the maskes on
+No time for freeze, just pull out and blast on 'em
+Sat back, Denzel status, Man on Fire
+Had the burner with the flash on it
+Skated with six hundred and cash, he did the dummy
+We splashed 'em, then boat it in a CLS glass, we vicious
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[Brolic]
+Come one, I see my cash is getting low
+And if I can't shake no dough, what the fuck am I living for
+It's easy for my heater, just to let these niggas know
+At the same time, I will take mines to persue to my cash flow
+You know you gotta be sick with it
+Call up my mans, cuz we about to go get it
+A hundred grand is you wit it, a smash for the cause
+Looting to the spot, putting everybody on pause
+Let me see a broke jaw, nigga, I want it all
+I'm talking to all of ya'll, don't get it, you gon' fall
+Or fuck it, you gon' crawl, my nigga, we laying law
+We cock back the strap, attack and shake it off
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[Gravy]
+Glocks'll get at you, and body your position
+In this rap, fire my ratchet, I'm shutting this rap
+Caddy steel, face the back, or blown the fuck off from rap
+Reach across and blow this shit out your boss in the back
+Survived in a porsche, I rap, at a buck 80 verse
+Or verse, daddy, let's do it for change
+I'm forty eight hundred grams, one chain, the trend, a new range
+Or any project bench, with all my shit on
+Flashy don, Gucci on uptowns
+Fucking up classics, gay baskets, D.H. niggas
+Won't snitch for shit, criminals that spit
+Oh shit, I forgot all about you man, twenty and change
+Ferocious tongues, coming at you, redirecting your whole shit
+Blunt stole, dealing sick
+Glocks'll blow chunks out your face, looking up in the sky
+Seeing Ol' Dirty's face in the cloud
+
+[Chorus 2X]
+**************************************************
+I’m A BossRicky Ross, Raekwon the chef
+Thrill 5 M I A, yo
+Y'all know what time it is, trilla, boss
+When I'm in the crib, know what time it is
+I'm trying to get a mill, so money I can feel
+Fuck a bank account, boss, keep my money in bags
+If you coming here funny, I'm gunning your ass
+Nigga, take a look at me, Ross, tell me what's fucking funny
+Bitch, I'm a top shotter, see all the macks, gunny
+Now I'm the pacman, I keep the packs coming
+And I got a whole lot, so when that shack coming, baby
+I can hold mine or I can pitch back
+Or I can run an option, get it popping, whip that
+All my Cuban links, still rocking they Cuban Linx
+And they ready to swim, give me the Cuban six
+I got it orchestrated 'cause I'm a communist
+Running for the charms, some left on the wrist
+My nigga Raekwon, yeah, he the fucking chef
+So what we cook in the kitchen, he taste the fucking best
+Nigga, I'm a boss, you can catch me with the top knocked off
+In the trap, getting blocks knocked off
+'Cause nigga, I'm a boss and I'ma show these niggas I ain't gotta talk
+I got a chauffeur, nigga, I ain't got to walk
+'Cause nigga, I'm a boss, cross the line, pay the fine top cost
+Lose your mind when the nine pop off
+'Cause nigga, I'm a boss, I'm a boss, I'm a boss
+'Cause nigga, I'm a boss, I'm a boss, I'm a boss
+You know we rich, Rick, my vultures, they get dip, we posting
+It's in motion when that blow come, we flip-flip
+Can't take us nowhere, pa, too many spaceships
+Lay in the open, new Nike's with glaciers
+Love robbing niggas, cracking heads open
+It's like tennis, pa, I'm like Venus with the legs smoking
+Piping hot heroes, gun deleros, new Aston
+Sky blue jammy, skating on zeros
+Shorts on, tree lance, cable on, hang to my navel
+Diamond down, smoking cheeba, Grey Goose
+Dreaming bout lasagna, the beat watery
+Half glass of Whiskey, fly light skin little shorty
+All my bitches they bang, it's obvious, we be the gods
+Rep me and my mobster sang
+We monsters, rocket launchers, razor blades
+With wands on, shoot up the telly, go bonkers
+Nigga, I'm a boss, you can catch me with the top knocked off
+In the trap, getting blocks knocked off
+'Cause nigga, I'm a boss and I'ma show these niggas I ain't gotta talk
+I got a chauffeur, nigga, I ain't got to walk
+'Cause nigga, I'm a boss, cross the line, pay the fine top cost
+Lose your mind when the nine pop off
+'Cause nigga, I'm a boss, I'm a boss, I'm a boss
+'Cause nigga, I'm a boss, I'm a boss, I'm a boss
+Yo, I'm the money collector for that money I'll stretch ya
+I flat line you with that gun that's up under my dresser
+I be handling pies, goddamn it I'm fly
+It's so high, that if I jump I'll land in the sky
+You ain't pushing no weight, you a pussy, you fake
+I be cooking that base, butter just look at they face
+Lite keep 'em coming back, the Don, keep 'em coming back
+It's the boss and Rick Ross on the fucking track
+Nigga, I'm a boss, you can catch me with the top knocked off
+In the trap, getting blocks knocked off
+'Cause nigga, I'm a boss and I'ma show these niggas I ain't gotta talk
+I got a chauffeur, nigga, I ain't got to walk
+'Cause nigga, I'm a boss, cross the line, pay the fine top cost
+Lose your mind when the nine pop off
+'Cause nigga, I'm a boss, I'm a boss, I'm a boss
+'Cause nigga, I'm a boss, I'm a boss, I'm a boss
+**************************************************
+Back Stabbers[Intro: Raekwon]
+
+Bring some of that chocolate. God damn. Let's get it
+Titanium niggas
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+
+Potentest smoker wrote this
+The nigga in a black Aston an he roll with Ghost
+They like two wild Jamaicans that don't play
+Bud and guns get blown, lift the top of your toupee
+Fingers on the side of my eyes
+Don't care about the next niggas thoughts
+Kiss ya corpse and die
+Behead niggas the sword got a license
+Driving a new S, kidnap niggas like ISIS
+Fuckery I hate it
+See a lot of them snake niggas live next to you, just sayin'
+In the Mandalay faded
+Don Julio, waiter tip the whore, stop playing, get acquainted
+Look you the Chef, the cook, I got stressed and looked
+He had a vest on, expect the jux
+We got your back daddy, hood niggas got you
+Word in jail don't let nothing touch the God or shots
+
+[Verse 2: The O'Jays]
+
+(What they do)
+(They smile in your face)
+All the time they want to take your place
+The back stabbers (back stabbers)
+(They smile in your face)
+All the time they want to take your place
+The back stabbers (back stabbers)
+
+All you fellows who have someone
+And you really care, yeah, yeah
+Then it's all of you fellows
+Who better beware, yeah yeah
+Somebody's out to get your lady
+A few of your buddies they sure look shady
+Blades are long, clenched tight in their fist
+Aimin' straight at your back
+And I don't think they'll miss
+
+(What they do)
+(They smile in your face)
+All the time they want to take your place
+The back stabbers (back stabbers)
+I keep gettin' all these visits
+From my friends, yeah, what they doin to me
+They come to my house
+Again and again and again and again, yeah
+So are they there to see my woman
+I don't even be home but they just keep on comin'
+What can I do to get on the right track
+I wish they'd take some of these knives off my back
+
+(What they do)
+(They smile in your face)
+All the time they want to take your place
+The back stabbers
+(Back stabbers)
+Low down, dirty
+
+(What they do)
+(They smile in your face)
+Smiling faces
+Smiling faces sometimes tell lies (back stabbers)
+(They smile in your face)
+I don't need low down
+Dirty bastards (back stabbers)
+**************************************************
+Rap Killers[Intro: Raekwon]
+The Vatican, underground academy
+Jazze Cuts, Skeezo, good looking
+(Yo, Kay what up, let's go baby)
+
+[Raekwon]
+Nine silver Ferrari's, hard body
+Moving through the town, with brown on us
+Clowns don't love us, discussed and ropes on
+The oath, the big mold bread, the stages is red
+You never reapproach, bulletproof down in diesel shit
+Lethal with the pen, the sequel, bitch
+Rich will deceive you, flying at 90, the boss
+Red Porsche, this the time when I get mine
+I rhyme til I'm hoarse, good weather, caught in the cross
+Break porcelain when I rap, it's only right
+I flash on the source, extra my curriculars major
+Register this, we miss you will die later
+Caught in a bliss, this stormy weather winter hat
+Moving in with Benz jackets and action
+This is all about who get endorsed
+This for stabbers, night time paper Mick Jaggers
+Jag Benz Maybach braggers, caught up in the sport
+Speak French and eat with the chimps, the underground academy
+I rap rapidly and clap at the pimps
+One shot'll blow a hostile's wig off
+Me crafted by the mobsters, Vatican's blast ya shit off
+I'm caught up in the level of largeness
+Chef Oliver, a denny boy, getting money, we mob kids
+Pushing through Paris, lavish lifestyle with no marriage
+Only big Euro's, we hero's
+
+[Hook: Raekwon]
+We them rap killers (come through the town, dunny move)
+We them rap killers (fuck around with mine and you lose)
+We them rap killers...
+**************************************************
+I’ll Be Good[Intro]
+Hey yo, lemme get a turkey burger. Swiss cheese on it
+Give me some, some fries, sweet potato fries and shit
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+He got popped at Johnny [?],plate hit the floor, he played dead, she walked out
+Fuck the nigga Rae
+White leather bloody
+Yo call the ambulance nigga, your wife shot you yo pa this is ugly
+Pointed to the charm on his neck, took it off, "Give it to Brenda"
+His old aunt, she transgender
+Yo I don't know him. Police jumped out rollin
+Get away, he got a boulder, sipping Coca-Cola
+Officer Brown, a faggot
+He killed my kin Big Case in October
+Nigga started lookin, fuck you I'm booking
+And bounced, threw my shick on the ground, I'm coming Brooklyn
+Never been a shook one, if anything [?] I book niggas
+Full time hustler, yup crook niggas
+Yeah we seen what happened, young nigga thirty years old
+His father was into cooking
+
+[Verse 2: Rene & Angela]
+
+Flash, we meet
+Passin' in the streets
+Words unspoken
+Silence unbroken, hey
+
+Just by chance
+We fell into romance
+The cry of success
+Left no room to guess
+
+Oh, no (Oh, no)
+Love has knocked us down and scored
+We've been twice around the block before
+Know the changes you've been through
+My promise is to you
+
+I'll be good
+Ooh, ooh (Ooh, ooh)
+Better than before
+You know I'll love you more
+
+I'll be good
+Ooh, ooh (Ooh, ooh)
+Better than before
+You know I'll love you more
+
+I fell in love so quick
+I knew that this was it
+So much emotion
+Made so much devotion
+
+And when we talk
+We're never miles apart
+Your telephone line
+Is tied right to my heart
+
+(Love me, baby)
+Your love has knocked me down and scored
+(Knock me out, baby)
+You may hide and close your door
+(Baby, baby)
+Open up, I swear it's true
+(What you gonna do)
+
+I'll be good {I just wanna be good}
+To you (How good)
+Better than before (Mmm...)
+You know I'll love you more
+
+I'll be good
+Will you be good, boy
+{So good}, so good {Hey}
+Better than before
+You know I'll love you more
+
+When we talk
+We're never miles apart
+Telephone line (Telephone line)
+Tied straight to my heart
+
+I fell in love so quick
+I thought my mind was playin' tricks
+One twist of fate
+Made it somethin' so great
+
+Let me show you how to live
+Stop goin' from town to town
+Don't be afraid to give
+Time to settle down
+
+When I'm good I'm bad
+And when I'm bad I'm better
+When I'm at my best
+There's no room to guess
+
+I'll be good
+Ooh, ooh, ooh
+Better than before
+You know I'll love you more
+
+I'll be good
+Ooh, ooh, ooh
+Mmm... ooh
+
+I'll be good
+Better than before
+Know I'll love you more
+Better than before
+You know I'll love you more
+
+I'll be good, good, good, good
+I'll be good, good, good, good
+I'll be good, good, good, good
+I'll be good, good, good, good
+I'll be good, good, good, good
+I'll be good, good, good, good
+**************************************************
+The Watch(featuring Raekwon)
+
+[singer]
+Tony for mayor.. (x4)
+
+[Ghostface Killah]
+Catch me in a crisp blue six, deep dish
+Doors is crisp, velour stop at the wrist
+Watch is involved, talk to me Trick Daddy
+I liked the way you tilt ya hat up in that Caddy son
+Can't believe you the most slept on
+Took a break since the Cuban, niggas lookin' like you just repped wrong
+You done slimmed down a bit, got caught with the hammer
+Steal banners, medical examiners, clocked live hammers
+For real, you a live nigga, rock ya five in ya slippers
+Like them other five guys in ya picture
+Come on, watch, I'm the star of the show, so blow then
+Mothafucka, you ain't blew in three years
+You son of a bitch, that's why I rock the big shit
+Don't forget who you is, nigga, you my little shit
+I will crush you to pieces, stop ya heart from tickin'
+And you mad 'cause you a older clock, couple rocks missin'
+And my Breitling--the band: you can say it's iced lightning
+You don't like him, do you? You wanna fight him
+In fact, I should've put you back, relaxed on the stones
+And copped the two-thousand leather in snow cones
+A bowl of milk almost killed you, ak, you almost drowned in Pops
+I bought another box, I'ma keep it real with you
+And I'ma murder you if ya bitch-ass get on my nerves again
+
+[Raekwon (as "the watch")]
+Yo, Ghost, you'se a funny nigga
+Turn on the radio, all you hear is X and Jigga
+Ha ha, you vexed, nigga?
+No airplay
+
+[Ghostface Killah]
+Bet my gat spray
+
+[Raekwon (as "the watch")]
+Yo, that's hearsay you spray hairspray
+And up North, nigga, you ain't gettin' jailplay
+
+[Ghostface Killah]
+(How you know?)
+
+[Raekwon (as "the watch")]
+Yo, it's obvious, Clan's day
+
+[Ghostface Killah]
+Hold on, let me park my shit
+Let me find out this nigga barkin' and shit I'm a Don of this shit
+And you know that shit I wrote with Golden Arms is a hit
+My Wallos show off, go off like an alarm in the six
+Draped in yellow and I'm still poppin'
+My movie life in the hood is like an ill doctrine
+Beat trial with illegal aide, fuck Cochrane
+And if it's on I might blow you if I'm boxed in.. {*echoes*}
+
+[Raekwon (as "the watch")]
+Yo what's wrong man?
+Yo, yo, yo, what you doin', man?
+Yo, man, chill out, man
+
+[Ghostface Killah]
+Don't even worry
+
+[Raekwon (as "the watch")]
+Why you..
+
+[Ghostface Killah]
+Ok
+
+[Raekwon (as "the watch")]
+Come on, son
+We can't.. don't depart us like that, son
+Come on
+
+[Ghostface Killah]
+I'ma destroy you
+
+[Raekwon (as "the watch")]
+Come on, man
+
+[Ghostface Killah]
+You pop too much shit
+
+[Raekwon (as "the watch")]
+Come on, man, I'm just tellin' you time
+
+[Ghostface Killah]
+It ain't even like that, you know who bought you
+A nigga's just fuckin' with you, man
+
+[Ghostface Killah]
+Bye!
+
+[singer]
+Tony for mayor.. {*repeats to fade*}
+
+[Outro: Ghostface Killah (Raekwon)]
+Yo, let me tell y'all mothafuckas somethin'
+(Shoot one of those niggas, Lord)
+We could battle for belts, ice (Type shit)
+Whatever the fuck you want to do
+Let me tell y'all somethin'
+This the Theodore Unit, mothafucka
+We takin' the bait of this shit
+That's word to my momma, man
+(Staten Island, nigga, what, nigga?)
+Coke, spoon throwers (Get ya money right)
+(Gotta know how real do this)
+Slew-footed mothafuckas, I pop all y'all niggas
+Y'all niggas is fucked, straight up
+We back in here now, mothafuckas
+It's the fuckin' Unit, you heard
+That's the Theodore Unit
+Y'all mothafuckas better recognize
+Aight? That's my word
+(Yeah, nigga, yeah)
+**************************************************
+Good Kush[Hook 2X: Jagged Edge]
+I said hold up, ma, I'll make you look good, get it understood
+Don't get it twisted, when I ride through the hood
+26 inches, blowing nothing but the good
+Got the Alpine bumping
+
+[Raekwon]
+Extra saucy, fly niggas is flossy, caught 'em in the Bentley wagging
+Swinging remorsely, guns I'm waving 'em
+Braze a nigga facial, still in the hood, got my hands and them lazers, now
+Blow them niggas labels down, rhyme, I brag
+Yellow Jag', elephant black leather
+The Tuskigi look, I master the swagger rhyming
+Playing corners, shopping enormous, rocking black watch faces
+The band is racist, I'm mourning
+I feel like Malcolm in his prime, nines on me
+Kill them lines, we living in them airs with wears
+You heard of us, the most powerful glastrinomical
+I'm used to big shit, light hitting off the big tower, boo
+You know I'm puffin' that good kush, hood 'dro, slide through
+Antique whip, helping the hood blow, I'm all about papers
+The face makers, who chase heavy, thick cake, head of the state
+Fire escape capers...
+**************************************************
+Who Shot Ya (Freestyle)[Intro]
+No that nigag didn’t come out of a motherfuckin’ balloon in the air
+That nigga’s ill, he landed on the projects with that shit
+Crazy, B, crazy
+Ah man, it’s this nigga Rae right here, right
+Yeah, 2013 bullets, huh?
+That’s what I’m talkin’ about
+Real
+
+[Verse]
+Fly down to Vegas and fuck, drop a half a ‘mil
+Table it up, silks cable it up
+I’m from the grain, entertainers get scooped and trapped
+Pull a navy blue Uzi out and roof your ‘Lac
+Crap table, King, Black Jack, gangsters with chains on
+69 blue jean denims, OJs on
+Relax, blunt’s on me, black weed gritty
+Parlay with the wrangler posse in the city, yo
+Overdose confidence, gun in the console, concord jet to the Congos
+Bagging everything up, swag on a million, blindfold
+Can’t see nothing I wear, fronting out here
+They ask me how I’m eating, I be hunting out here, yeah
+Godzilla rap and them labels
+Hugh blow fiend, heron don, Levis is plainclothes
+So many rings plus surrounded by kings
+Sitting back in the fourth row, examining Queens
+They like “Chef, yo, you built for it meet at the Biltmore”
+Any violations I agree to get killed for it
+Where’s the real rap? Niggas is lost now
+Hmm, how much it cost now to marry it up?
+Divorce it, blaow, extortion style
+Shoot the first nigga who talk, you lost your style
+My next album might be called The Wild
+Wolverines, bears and whales, no snails
+Foxes, good Great Danes, that’s all, he Cale
+Kill all the rats, for real
+They live in the hoods
+They all come out convinced to sell
+Little clothes niggas is frail
+‘Cause when he rap it’s like poisonous lines that’s rich
+Mix together virgin blood and gallons of piss, yo
+The real lowdown in the midst
+I come like Sandy in the middle of the year like Christmas
+Kango, Santa skully, emerald green
+Rockin’ dark green Wallabies, blowing the beam
+On the go, yo, bowling for cream
+And I’ll be here for the next ten years for the team
+
+[Outro]
+Yo, oh shit
+Pacquiao just got knocked the fuck out by Marquez, nigga
+Oh shit
+**************************************************
+Giant Size* unedited lyrics; The PJ's soundtrack is clean
+
+[Intro: Chip Banks of American Cream Team]
+What? Aiyyo, y'all wanna do a track wit us or some shit?
+We the billion dollar boys club
+What you got a hundred thousand for us? The fuck's that?
+Three rings and a hair cut or some shit?
+Aiyyo, American Cream Team, baby
+Heavy hitters, New York City Giants
+Gamble for plots and 4 better for spots and things of that nature
+Pop off
+
+[Superb of American Cream Team]
+I don't rock wit hoes, I puff Optimos
+Your label ship gold, but only copper sold
+Perb got flows, everybody and God knows
+Fuck a bitch for two dimes, she got to cop those
+Used to be a thug, now he wear cop clothes
+Try to come to the hood and we shot hoes
+
+[Chip Banks of American Cream Team]
+I don't care who you got a deal wit or who you chill wit
+Banky'll run up in your session and shut you down on some real shit
+Till the Chef be like (Chill, kid)
+That's word to Abola Perrione, dem not know who they deal wit
+Chef Banks, uh-huh, slash Banky
+Got the whole world callin Flex tryin to transtate me
+Said New Jack City 2, Banky B. Nino, push a 2000 benz-ino
+
+[Killa Sin of Killarmy]
+These rap icons, mass spit fire out of cons
+Fuck a bigon, rely on ion in my python
+We squeeze off, long disc when we piss
+Resort this, gun powder coverin wrist is blastphemist
+Shotties say, "Fuck!", cursin my name
+Knowin damn well, I'm hurtin the same
+What part of the game you playin?
+Kid, I'm sayin, yo, three months ago you was on
+You fallin short now, chasin a don, you're money ain't loned
+Faggot fuck, bag him, stick him in the back of my truck
+Strip him and smack him up for actin up
+Be slitherin, hit him in the rips again
+Broke the code of honor that we livin in
+Depleted the whole click, is never when
+But never that
+
+[Chorus: Raekwon]
+Aiyyo, there it go again, same shit, just rep
+Show me ya holdin kid, control ya rep when we rollin
+Worldwide, niggas look live, collection cream by a land slide
+Settin up to son, won the grand prize
+Stand up, why? Where it came from? Accord and the 5
+Where the name from? Read the Rob, yo
+Yo, while we handglide, slang lye
+Chill, ya better recognize, cuz it's cut out for big shit, Giant Size
+
+[Polite of American Cream Team]
+Yo, we from the ghetto, the land where everythin is real
+Nights was tough, days came hard as steel
+Still we played the field like players witout contracts
+Broke the trends and the fans far beyond that
+Comin to America, now we tradin places (uh-huh)
+New faces in the hood, and they racist (uh-huh)
+]From all the squeezin, they callin the precinct
+We could battle in ya PJ's or battle in the becon!
+
+[Raekwon]
+I kick vocals at the top of my lungs, drunk
+Playin cards, young start wildin on dunns with guns
+Remmy doctor, old man jams with voice of Hoffa
+Chill, slap shorty up at the opera (Battle in the becon!)
+Uncle got the Kangaroo, rock the Kangaroo, boo
+Start cursin out white boys shoes, you wild
+Thirstin Howl wit a growl start barkin at crowds
+He actin like he got shark skin now
+
+[Kingpin of American Cream Team]
+I lace my hookers with G-String, Liz Clairborne
+Don the King, hustlin, nigga Don I mean
+Exquisite, a radiant, brilliant chemist
+American Cream Team, billion buck spenders
+Strip boutiques, advantage, get move on
+We too strong, the menace, nothin to lose con
+Yachts we cruise on, money that's too long
+Pull out a check book, coupon, purchase the Yukon
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[Outro: Raekwon]
+It's never been a game, stop playin, stop playin (repeat to fade)
+**************************************************
+Run (Freestyle)[Intro: Raekwon]
+Son! Come on, man
+Leave them Phillies, man, we out, man, let's go, man...
+
+[Raekwon]
+I skated through the back of the building, hit the steps up
+Ran up in Kay crib, lay daddy rest
+I had to break free, police on me and they FB's
+Yelling "I think his name Lex, that's his aunt, freeze"
+That's when I hit the window, indo' coming out the back room
+Boom, Pretty and his man, Black Caesar
+Damn, they saw me and they bustin' at me
+Cab just missed me, plus them goochie frames, foul, that's six fifty
+Stop back at suite, them leaf defense slid through my man garden
+Yelled out 'pardon', kept it moving, peace
+Build be gone, ain't no honor amongst thieves
+Please, plus they heard I'm getting parmagane cheese
+And I won't stop moving til the metal dig me
+Say word, yo, make 'em work for it, young rookie, y'all need me
+That's when it is, what it is, if it's that or the cup
+But in the ill gangstas book what they niggas do is
+(Run) That's what it is, what it is, yo
+(Run) That's when they try to get biz to niggas
+Gold objects, flying through the projects
+Young thugs is ducking, send babies to Spofford
+**************************************************
+Purple Jag[Intro: Raekwon (Postaboy)]
+What up soldier? (What up playboy?)
+Yeah, yeah this is Shaolin reporting in (OK)
+Checkin' you out, I'm hearin' about Force Reveal (yeah, yeah)
+They said one kid, that's standin' real grown out there right now
+(I, go, by the name of Posta)
+That's my man! So, yo, son? (What up, Rae?)
+You know what you gotta do!
+
+[Postaboy]
+Aiyo, I don't give a fuck what level you on
+When the metal is drawn, either your life or your bezel is gone
+I don't really wanna hurt ya'll fags but I'm sitting on paper
+I got Universal mad, Raekwon in a purple Jag
+P.B. in a cantaloupe Hummer with commercial tags
+Ya'll ask the chicks who wrap the bricks
+I'm out to give Harlem, a quick flashback of Rich
+I'm blow like C4, burn up be more
+Layin' that Cheetah, next day in a G4
+Think like a veteran, choppin' and measurin'
+Always got a way, but God got eleven in
+Little kids follow me, women, they acknowledge me
+New year, new rules, and a new policy
+Posta good, Posta hood, Posta real, Posta do what Posta could
+P.B. stay blowin' a stink
+When the girls give me a hug, they all smell the dro on the mink
+Go line for line, dart for dart, heart to heart
+We layin' on top of charts
+See me buggin on Melrose, low top shell toes
+Suede addition, U.S. don't sell those
+Posta hot, Posta not, did Posta flop?
+Please get off of, of Posta cock
+
+[Interlude; Postaboy]
+OK? Ya'll little chumps roll out the red carpet
+For the Postaboy, man, I got Uncle Rae with me
+Raekwon the Chef, is in the building
+Might wanna holla!
+
+[Raekwon]
+Catch me at a Balley convention, sweater look, worth the money
+Auctionin' and buy me a building
+Matter fact niggas, might try to bubble in it
+You know, the X.T. Click, niggas fell in love with it
+Jumpin' out of Akademic jumpers, Nike pumps, jewelry down
+G'in' like Trump, sweetie, you drunk
+Position my thoughts, heavy loss
+Root for the Maybach, one for your girl, you write it off
+With the new color, only six made, we in the world, like
+Whatever we rockin', that's on the trade
+Whata's the verdict? It's murder, we preserve, niggas
+Automatic birds, hang gun hammers, grenades, got words on you
+Swerve on you, browsin', all through your housing
+Jakes stop me, try to take forty thousand
+Playin' it kid, you won't make a thousand
+Yeah, the Larry Davis version, force to build Shaolin
+
+[Outro: sample]
+But now my time, has come
+And time, time, is not on you side
+**************************************************
+Calligraphy[Intro]
+My nigga give me a few dimes
+Going up the block to bag the eights up
+
+[Verse]
+Congratulations young nigga now your gun game's grown
+With no respect for your elders I'ma mail y'all clones
+Y'all been fighting but no change came
+Mami just maintain, sick lessons from Rae, we dated in Spain
+Eating good foods, he's a good dude
+Word to your pops, they had a beef, Rae shot him in his twat
+Wisen up shorty pull up your Evisu's Weisel
+You can't make a living with no knowledge, you see Juice?
+White man with regals, pull up to the crib with a fucked up joint
+Fly laugh get to the point, peoples
+Y'all get to here what I say
+I'm the invincible to y'all non-lynchable is Rae
+Just give me my paper I'ma meet Shaq in Jamaica
+And close down the Bally store, them bricks made me wake up
+The police they swore when they catch me they would snatch me
+And bury me alive with some old dough exactly
+Stocks and kangos quit fucking around, don't slip
+Sparking every leaf, I slang those mangos
+Bag of zigs mind your business, while establish my businesses
+All I get is money flying them sixes, uhh
+My blood pressure off the meat rack, come to the lab check the heat rack
+A few silencers, fours, my doors they swing like whores in London
+Stertchpants and stripes, strangling jaws
+Dick sucks on weekends, smoke cheeba in the beacon
+You know my nigga Keyon and leak friend?
+Slick talk this weed [?]
+The hardest wool legged and sheep skins
+**************************************************
+Asshole[Intro: Raekwon]
+Let's do this shit, man
+Word up, let me get this dutch out
+Yo look, stupid motherfucka got bagged across the street, look at him
+He a fucking clown, I told that nigga, man, damn, man
+
+[Raekwon]
+Ayo, son a asshole, he just got bagged
+Tried to fuckin' tell a nigga, yo, he just laughed, I smoked me a bag
+I felt bad, but yo, I had still had to call up his dad
+Yo dun, your son got rocked with thirty one cracks, he just spazzed
+Dropped his corn beef hash, call granny up
+Actin' like he hear me, "Yo Rae, call us a cab"
+You mad, you not getting me to go with your ass
+Trying to walk up in the preacher with your smoked out ass
+We got there, nigga scratching his beard, yeah
+You got it from here, I'm airin', I won't be the victim you flash
+Picture this shit, this dumb ass
+Get to pointin' niggas out, talkin' whoomp, whoomp, whoomp, I blow past
+White cops staring at me, by then, they threw the fare at me
+I was just a dare, Mr. Woods, ear tapped me
+Yo, holla at me, Priest surrounded me, then popped collars at me
+I was on some bullshit, laughing
+Questionin' the size of me, shorty, pop singin' like the Isley
+He all high, and his eyes won't lie to me
+Yo ride with me, yo, you wildin'
+Cops is on the floor out of it, I'm like a child in a robbery
+Yeah nigga, popping your shit, keep poppin' your lip
+That little white crust, fell off his fit
+You just an asshole, fuck you Rae, fuck all them niggas in the building
+That never kept it real with a play
+Not the frame, Rae, analyze the picture, you'se a bitch nigga
+Your son, your life, they all gon' get ya
+Let's talk business for what? Get off them niggas
+They don't respect you, I'm the cat paying ya bitches
+
+[Chorus: Raekwon]
+Niggas that be snitchin' on the block, kid
+Son, you gotta just be watch your move
+Niggas don't be having no respect, kid
+The'll try to knock you off, off
+Taking it right to your mom's apartment
+Jumping out on the front of your whip
+So many niggas all in your business
+Now the system on your dick, quick
+**************************************************
+Chupa Cabra[Intro: Raekwon]
+Yeah yeah yo
+Yeah yeah we got a big meeting tonight and shit man
+Word up I got everybody coming through
+Know what I'm saying?
+It's about 60 employees
+Niggas got a lotta shit on the table man
+Word up man some big things been happening but shit
+You know what I'm saying?
+I just want to inform niggas
+Word up man come get this bread too man word up man
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+We at the [?] blowing on piff
+Got the spliff barking my wrist glaring up
+Blazing cold shark skin dicing with Tyson and Sugar Ray
+Burning up a lot of ones cooling in the sauna all kind of Asians
+Introducing my connects Lexis automor bed
+She shot in the room and bought out the checks
+You never know if there's cameras in here
+I said in low tones flashing the gold phone around with begets
+Yeah for you it's a big come up good looking out my nigga
+Ninjas like you I ride to the death
+I just stared nodding my head said it's peace soldier you just hood clumsy
+But always kept it real I'm impressed
+I ran a [?] like I was the best
+Feeding my whores I gotta ranch spot that's killing up techs
+The pussy $9.95 only cash no exceptions they all ill with ass injections yo
+
+[Hook: N.O.R.E.]
+Anybody get it, everybody killer
+Heights like, trife life drug dealer
+A legend never seen like a chupa cabra
+CNN, stick up shit, we on that ra ra
+
+[Verse 2: N.O.R.E. & Capone]
+Homie creeping out the lobby, hot as wasabi
+I bet the doctor's party couldn't see as high as I be
+I'm on the second floor with the .44, watching the entrance
+While you pat him down Glock on the benches
+We on some cab takin' shit, racist Jamaican shit
+Put his shoes and money all in a bag we raid him shit
+Yeah I know this Taliban, Afghanistan Pakistan
+Tell him, "make a wrong move, then we blast his man"
+Then I bust off, yellow tops like duck sauce
+[?] cut from a different cloth
+His moms is Miss Jones damn why you shoot her Pop?
+Fuck everybody could get it there's no rules in guap
+Then 'Pone told me, he was close to him
+I felt bad, I just put the toast' to him
+That's minor collateral damage granite, I stick up the planet
+Take you with the left squeeze it right handed
+
+[Hook: N.O.R.E.]
+Anybody get it, everybody killer
+Heights like, trife life drug dealer
+A legend never seen like a chupa cabra
+CNN, stick up shit, we on that ra ra
+Anybody get it, everybody killer
+Heights like, trife life drug dealer
+A legend never seen like a chupa cabra
+CNN, stick up shit, we on that ra ra
+
+[Verse 3: N.O.R.E., Raekwon & (Capone)]
+Still peeping out the project window, [?]
+Shorty with the fanny she bimbo, it's simple
+(She fuck whoever slanging that crushed glass)
+(Setting niggas up get em stuck while I'm pushing they mustache)
+Yeah shorty do her [?]
+Got some niggas trying to come and hang me
+That shit only got me angry
+That shit ain't never happen captain I'm right here
+I'm just involved for the action, now you know my niggas won't fight fair
+And 28 days later, Al-Qaeda, Noreaga
+Killers from Haiti to [?]
+Bringing more machine guns than guerrillas, Navy Seals [?]
+Obama kept it real he fuck with us
+And then 'Pone told me, it was his own shorty
+They cut school together back then they drank forties
+[?] strawberry and vodka, Russian knockout
+[?] I had his ho in my chopper fuck
+
+[Hook: N.O.R.E.]
+Anybody get it, everybody killer
+Heights like, trife life drug dealer
+A legend never seen like a chupa cabra
+CNN, stick up shit, we on that ra ra
+Anybody get it, everybody killer
+Heights like, trife life drug dealer
+A legend never seen like a chupa cabra
+CNN, stick up shit, we on that ra ra
+**************************************************
+Dangerous[Raekwon]
+The kids from the hood is more dangerous
+Everybody vest up, all the shot callers with aim, stick
+The three pound, automatic is nasty, raspberry color
+My shit bloody, with mud on my New Balance
+Goodness gracious, more lazers, watch my family
+Had these niggas, these niggas got more Rae shit
+Three sixty weight, put somethin' in the air
+He didn't die, but he copped the hearing aid, son
+New shit, New Balance click, true blue sixes burst
+The nurses in the joint, who school ninja's
+The next paragraph might excite you, enlighten you
+To get up, get hype a little, bust rifles, do him
+I wrote it like that, to rock wigs, ox' kids
+Boxes, cops is chasin' niggas to cribs
+Vision the next verse is classy, ask me
+How these young niggas get money, the tongue speaks so raspy, yo
+
+[Chorus: Raekwon]
+Yo, ever had a fight with death?
+Ever recognized you slept
+Threw ya man out there and left
+Ya'll niggas ain't never been 'built for' it
+It's a shame, some niggas live
+Then fucking get killed for it
+**************************************************
+King Pinz[Intro: Raekwon]
+Being's that it's gettin' ready to go
+Yo, you know that sound? Yeah, some bad from here
+Yeah, this real right here, I'm back, boy
+I'm back... that's my word, it's goin' down, man
+Watch my voice man
+Different from other cat's voices, man, remember that, man
+Different flows, man
+
+[Raekwon]
+Aiyo, lace these niggas with fire fire
+You been away for a minute, heard your style got flyer
+Yo, hold on, the sword got heavy, Universal caught on
+Now its time to take over the melody
+Plus stand firm, Staten Island kingpins
+Ink pens go to work, and I got ninjas who speak French
+My flow, God, build for sevens and fives, straight up big shits
+Sprewell wheels, kids with bee hives, I'm old school
+Got a old tool, plus rollin' with the old crew
+Richer than The Jackson 5
+I kill for money, rap ain't nothing
+I'm a real estate slave, chump, and I got some money in Vibe
+Read the news, now, Chef coming for you, reviews gon' start poppin' up
+You, crews start lockin' up
+Yeah, think that I'm playin', I got
+Two red assault rifles, ready for your wig, I'm sprayin' shit
+
+[Interlude: Raekwon]
+Uh, uh, exclusive boy
+Let's do it to them, aiyo
+
+[Raekwon]
+Aiyo, flashin' in a robe from England
+Heavyweight slap gannon king, and I do the raft thing, blaze niggas
+Forty acres of land, eleven guns, Moore soft leathers
+Why we keep rappin' in the slums?
+Hibernate with big hammers, elephants hands
+The Fila shits, support Ralley's, robbin' in Sam's
+Tell the media we generation money
+Both hands is clusty, but I rather be in Russia spendin' trust money
+Feel the sleeves? Thats ostrich
+Mutiple v's, my own company, with forty eight mobsters, yo
+Rob niggas on the hurry, get busy, pull out them tranquilizer guns
+Bye sleepy head, get jiggy
+For all the regulator soldier, I demonstrate the lifestyle
+Of gettin' knifed down, I might pop you over
+Come up, try soldier
+Civilize your whole life, fast, ya'll ain't fly, rover
+Don't test me, pa, you're playin' with death
+What you think they call the kid Chef for, I poison up vets
+
+[Interlude: Raekwon]
+And I told you baby, it's goin' down
+Word up, you know how we give it to 'em
+Word up, what's the deal, though, nigga
+Word up, one, aiyo
+
+[Raekwon]
+Aiyo, I said it, I meant it, I lived it
+The legend rep, for all real niggas, on the set, don't ever go against him
+Live for the action, a warrior
+Wu taught me that, though
+Now I go for self, Van Glorium
+I've been carryin' on cats, I'm like Hitler on diesel
+Execute them Purple Tape thieves, yo
+Ya'll niggas ain't nothin', I've been on
+I told ya'll what I wanna do
+Watch me get the glow, when I get on
+**************************************************
+Chocolate Salty Balls (P.S. I Love You)2 tablespoons of cinnamon
+And 2 or 3 egg whites
+A half a stick of butter
+Melt it
+
+Stick it all in a bowl, baby
+Sir it with a wooden spoon
+Mix in a cup of flour
+You'll be in heaven soon
+
+Say everybody have you seen my balls
+They're big and salty and brown
+If you ever need a quick pick-me-up
+Just stick my balls in your mouth
+
+Suck on my chocolate salty balls
+Stick 'em in your mouth and suck 'em
+Suck on my chocolate salty balls
+They're packed full of vitamins and good for you
+So suck on my balls
+
+A quarter-cup of unsweetened chocolate
+And a half a cup of brandy
+And throw in a bag or two of sugar
+And just a pinch of vanilla
+Grease up the cookie sheet
+'Cause I hate when my balls stick
+Then preheat the oven to three-fifty
+And give that spoon a lick
+
+Say everybody have you seen my balls
+They're big and salty and brown
+If you ever need a quick pick-me-up
+Just stick my balls in your mouth
+
+Suck on my chocolate salty balls
+Put 'em in your mouth and suck 'em
+Suck on my chocolate salty balls
+They're packed full of goodness, high in fiber
+Suck on my balls
+
+Hey, wait a minute
+What's that smell?
+Smell like somethin' burnin'
+Well, that don't bother me none
+As long as i get my rent paid on Friday
+Baby, you better get back in the kitchen
+'Cause I got a sneakin' suspicion
+Oh man, baby
+Baby
+You just burnt my balls!
+
+HELP ME!!
+MY BALLS ON FIRE!!
+HELP ME BABY, MY BALLS ARE BURNIN'!!
+GET ME SOME WATER!!
+POUR SOME WATER ON ME!!
+MY BALLS ARE BURNIN'!!
+OH MY GOODNESS!!
+BLOW ON 'EM, BLOW ON 'EM
+DO SOMETHIN'!!
+
+Suck on my chocolate salty balls
+Put 'em in your mouth and suck 'em
+THEY ON FIRE BABY!!
+Suck on my chocolate salty balls
+BLOW EM OUT BABY!!
+OH!
+SUCK ON MY BALLS, BABY!!!
+SUCK ON MY BALLS, BABY!!
+SUCK ON MY RED HOT, SALTY, CHOCOLATE BALLS!!!
+COME ON BABY!!
+WHOO!! WHOO!!
+Suck on my balls!!!!!
+
+(clapping)
+
+Thank you, thank you
+Here's a talented group of youngsters that call themselves Rancid!
+**************************************************
+Make You Pay[Intro: Raekwon]
+Yo you gotta love that
+(For lovin you my life, For lovin you my wife)
+That was a shot
+(Want you to) Uh huh (Make you pay)
+Let's go, Come on
+(For lovin you my life) Uh huh
+(Is the pain for heaven) Let's go
+(Want you to) Uh huh (Make you pay)
+That's right (For leavin you my life)
+Let's go (Is the pain for heaven)
+
+[Raekwon]
+Sorry hood niggas go against good niggas, Regulate the gate
+Tap many states, Still hit hood bitches
+Money green leathers, Gloves on, Drugs on niggas
+Dressed in gates, All of us love niggas
+Chickens love rims, Brims on wool coats and tims
+Nails done up the color of their beige skin
+Let me 2-way the rap game, Who love the rap game
+Fuck them niggas who ain't, And I'll smash that nigga
+Dumped in the biggest river, Savage, You can't fuck with lavish
+And I'm here now, I'ma say it again yo
+Who want the chair now, Just not them days you was in
+Yo poly with the realest niggas, Illest villians with capes
+Pull up in big benzes, Handlin business
+Lex forgot my lenses, Strong when I'm in this
+Shorty like Daddy is vintage, Come on
+
+[Chorus: Raekwon]
+Want to, Make you pay
+For lovin you my life, Is the pain for heaven
+Want to, Make you pay
+For leavin you my life, Is the pain for heaven
+
+[Raekwon]
+Now I'ma rope this, Elope to this
+Yeah, Nothin could steal the flow, The kid possess guaranteed dope shit
+Clean Prada jeans on, Relentless, Tint this, Bitch big on this
+Screw ill wrist, His style is Park Hill-ness, Built miss
+Show em how I feel, Let em fill all the mail out, Ill shit
+Still with come on, All real niggas in the fit
+Big breasts, Stay gettin head, Deal with it
+Most of us just got skill wit it
+Come on toast Me, You, RZA, Ghost, Meth, Real vivid
+Still beefin, Still gettin it
+We just predicted it, We just ill wizards, Live with it
+We caviar, Popin shrimp with it
+Whatever pimp did it, I'll be in the back on a temp get it
+Throw the vest on, I still get em
+We'll get rid of em, We leave their head in the livin room
+
+[Chorus 2X]
+**************************************************
+Heat Rocks[Intro: Raekwon]
+Fire in your face
+Time to take these streets again you heard
+No more playing man, I want it. (Chef)
+
+[Hook: Raekwon]
+It was a Friday everybody was caken'n
+And the house was shake'n and the beats was bang'n
+And it won't be long that everybody know'n
+That DJ brought the heat rocks
+That DJ brought the heat rocks
+That DJ brought the heat rooooocckks
+
+[Raekwon]
+(Let's go) Come, Get some, You little bum
+I bake the cake but you can't get a crumb
+From, Get physical, Lyrical, Spiritual
+Ultimate, And all that good shit
+I love brag'n, Gots to rag it, Flash the dragon
+Back in nine-five with the wagon
+Create drama when I hunt for cream
+And I pack em in mean, My sweet sixteen
+Is fly, My vibe is live, I gots to ride
+A smoke a bone you know it when Cochise died
+Hell up in Harlem, Note to Staten
+When niggas do hits rock sixes black man
+The black brand, Wu-Tang Clan, I smack hands
+Then drive through the Hammerstein, Fronts and black bands
+Cool'n, School'n, Everything around me
+Might fire one off in clique's around me
+I won't stand it, Dammit, Murder the planet
+I more like a sign man, My coke just landed
+You know, Get money nigga, The fly poet
+Who only write rhymes and the track exploded
+
+[Interlude: Raekwon]
+Ayo, Come see me man, Come see me I'm back up baby
+Whatever you need, Come on man, Word up
+Don't bring no people I don't know man
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Raekwon]
+Back again, Son put the fronts back in
+Fresh like a new wash or glass of gin
+I got many kins ready to hit niggas
+Plenty men, Blend with a new spaceship, That's what's in
+Caught a whirl when Shallah shit drop
+Crys pop, Got Barrack with me, Come get me, Ashy Glock
+You know it's cool even if I flop
+Ain't no more real niggas left I just sit in the box
+With all the fliest, Livest, Multi-buyers
+Niggas eat money up, Most yall liars
+Catch the kid in Hawaii tired
+New-New Roll, You talking to my ho you fired
+Superstar Keyon quite
+When I talk got every burroughs in a smash cause I am
+The greatest, Pay this, Latest, Famous painters say this
+Two more strong for your play list
+New Yorker, Hulker, Call me Orca
+Army jacket down to the floor I soak you up
+This is a master classic rap shit
+Play at five in the morning, Get the gun and mask kit
+Smoke like an Indian, Pass it
+And I'm not stopping no more, That's it your ass is lit
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Outro: Raekwon]
+Yeah, Uhh huh, Yeah, You know it ain't over nigga
+It's going down again baby, For real, For Real
+I'mma come see you soon alright, Word up
+Yall know who you are, Word up, I want it
+For real, Chef, Yeah, The builder burgers nigga
+We want in
+**************************************************
+Counterfittin’[Intro: Raekwon]
+It's the spot, he knew what the fuck he do
+Fuck I told you about coming in here, man
+We told you not to wear, no them furs, man
+Up in here man, them shits is fresh off the racks, idiot
+
+[Raekwon]
+So much haze we hitting, counterfitting sit on the couch riffing
+Need more rovers in the building, for more bitches, to give out
+Names getting bigger, these flames'll come out quick --
+Fuck Crystal, Crug' is the new shit, drive up in the whip
+Light a new L, I like the blue liquor
+Chase it down, like a nigga chased out of town
+Jakes got a nigga down, laced in lemon lounger
+For all the Cash Rule niggas, what's up niggas
+Get your money, be respectful, we'll flip niggas
+Who try to diss Chef name, a war about to come
+I put it on my son, I'm not falling today
+I got my acres up, scrapped up, 'town's my baby boy
+Watch me Ving Rhames your mother, so straighten up
+Cuz Wu's back, matter fact, Chef's here, yeah
+He got the best ear, I'm not saying it's true or wack, yo
+I play mine "Rewind the Time", memorize a fine line
+Jump out with old Nike's and fine Klein
+
+"I got to have it" - sample (4X)
+
+[Raekwon]
+Stainless steel, kitchen mill', fishing, we steal bitches
+Twenty four hour funny, long as it's no money
+I sware on Shallah's tummy, yo, I stay swelled up
+Yup, or stay jailed up, for robbing them round oney's
+Murderers act nervous, black weed, giving the love back
+To every nationality and black seeds, I stand
+Mack squeeze, hit the best rapper alive standing
+Yeah, yo, whoever, this is Black Jesus...
+
+[Outro: Raekwon]
+Yo, call me back, man, call me back, man
+We here banging up, like, fucking, seventy ounces
+Give it to these niggas out of town, you heard?
+**************************************************
+Go Home[Intro: Raekwon]
+Yes, Uh huh, Go
+
+[Raekwon]
+We rep a new style, I'm higher then whatever in the two thousand
+I'm like Isaac in his teenage days, Gettin thousands yep
+Flip em in the M, Suede tims on, Blue housin up
+They know my niggas is proud kins, We vanish
+Sippin Kahluas, We on the block frozen
+Whatever, Niggas wanna do us then do us
+We like Roberta Flack in the gap band
+And curtis who urges to stack grands
+Scareface flicks, We eat are grits wit eggs in em
+None of the roach legs in em
+Watchin Soul Train, Everybody dipped in denim
+With beads on they neck and they braids, Just like Stevie cover
+You gotta see me brother brushin my waves
+And now a few march, A few good men, They carry cartridges
+A smoke ???, Now we all gettin trimed
+They play the deuce loose, Ol' gold juice
+BVDs on, Adidas no laces, Drankin pineapple fruits
+But uh...
+
+When people get shot down for not mindin theirs
+So many young adolescence with no careers
+You got ten-eleven year olds drinkin beers
+So when you go home nigga hit up the fridge and then what
+**************************************************
+White Castle[Sample: Harold & Kumar Go To White Castle]
+Forget White Castle, let's go get some pussy
+Huh
+Fucking sausage fest in here bros
+Let's go get us some poon tang
+Then we'll go to White Castle
+Look Neil you don't understand
+We've been craving these burgers all night
+Yah I've been craving burgers too
+Fur burgers
+**************************************************
+Smith Bros. (Remix)[Intro: Raekwon]
+Fly, fly, up against the wall stand off, Killah
+We here, we here, nigga, you see us
+You see us nigga, flyin' through your city
+In the mean shit, word up, just analyze it nigga
+Yeah, realizin' the world
+
+[Hook 2X: Raekwon]
+My niggas won't stop til we straight, select bigger gates
+We won't stop until we buyin' estate, yo
+Pull out them burners and front, where I'm from
+Better shoot something, if not, niggas won't salute nothing
+
+[Ghostface Killah]
+Yo, aiyo Rae, check out the bangle (uh-huh)
+Where niggas brought to an angle
+Look how it shine, arm is like thank you
+
+[Raekwon]
+Yo, pa, yo I already peeped that
+But did you peep the cream of wheat
+Oatmeal seats that hugs you like bean bags?
+
+[Ghostface Killah]
+Yo, he had ads in the Staten Island ad
+He bought a Benz, a Bentley, his promotion was the best
+In Queens, throughout, all coliseums, right
+Mint condominiums, bitches, premium shittin' on millennium
+He was a master when he bought Henny
+And, good at plaster and he taught many
+Thinkin' like fuck bitches, can't stop me now
+I'm legal, like the feds can't knock me now
+Shoulders is cocked d., plus he his donuts where the cops be
+His bitch on the M.C. tip, is Foxy
+Chop shops is where his pops be
+Blow his money on hoes, plus he O.G
+And he quick to paparazzi
+
+[Raekwon]
+His sweaters is the steel version, cut the commercialism
+Go hard, jumpin' out of Saabs, writin' ill verses
+Represent towns and vallies, all rallies and ballies
+Rolled down, blowin' Cali weed
+The Hennessey pourin, remixin' it with Crown
+When egotistic get down, the hundred wolves in woolie coats
+Niggas throats is heavy, he's used to wearin' ropes
+Sailin' in boats, the goats let me live and standin' loyal like the kid 70
+I'm ancient, zippers is made of gold, I prevail well
+Who be rockin' them steel wells
+Yo, it's us, a hundred busters, three hundred barrels of dust
+Lustin' discussions, the world will remember us
+Catch me poppin' sweats and Timbs, with gats, iller brims
+Take ups is matchin' all gold ratchet
+A hundred villains, billion assets
+Smashed up my last jet, blood on my jumper, flood it with gas wet
+Catch me poppin' sweats and Timbs, with gats, iller brims
+Take ups is matchin' all gold ratchet
+A hundred villains, billion assets
+Smashed up my last jet, blood on my jumper, flood it with gas wet
+**************************************************
+Close To You[Intro: Raekwon]
+
+Yah, uh uh good
+Thats that shit right there, thats how its going down
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+
+We in the jumbos, in the 2500 Benzes in dumbos
+Leather pants, Mutombo [?], ya'll check the gums yo
+I'll appreciate patriarchs and [?], computers and whizzes
+In lizard jackets and Jacobs
+Die a hundred deaths take something of mine
+Onion stretched, vice grips twisting ya legs
+I roll with my brothers in anarchy, throw me the car key
+Let me bombard he, little ass chain, only a car thief
+Moving like the lords, what up?
+Blow a Dutch dude
+Parley with the pushers who wear Clarks and Bucks
+But still a Gucci slayer, word to my five year old
+Salute me baby, daddy got money we blowin' out in Haiti lady
+Choppers, Bulgari watches, rums, and copper
+Blue wraith with a steel face, yah I'm a popper
+Hundred niggas with me, some guns hittin' in Bentleys
+Rock Csonka shirts baggin' bitches move about discretely
+[?] ready to fight but it's a Monday
+Everybody dressin' it up, let's flip the runway
+Tax time, seein' 'em run through, yo that's mine
+[?] daddy whatever baby bag me
+
+[Verse 2: Gwen Guthrie]
+
+Why do birds suddenly appear?
+Every time you are near
+Just like me, they long to be
+Close to you
+
+Why do stars fall down from the sky?
+Every time you walk by
+Just like me, they long to be
+Close to you
+
+On the day that you were born
+And the angels got together
+And decided to create a dream come true
+
+So they sprinkled moon dust
+In your hair of gold
+And starlight in your eyes of blue
+That is why all the girls in town
+Follow you all around
+Just like me, they long to be
+Close to you
+
+On the day that you were born
+And the angels got together
+And decided to create a dream come true
+
+So they sprinkled moon dust
+In your hair of gold
+And starlight in your eyes of blue
+That is why all the girls in town
+Follow you all around
+Just like me, they long to be
+Close to you
+Just like me, they long to be
+Close to yo
+**************************************************
+Own My Mind[Intro: Raekwon]
+It's like... real niggas blow off a fucking head
+Ya'll niggas don't know provides, this the real story
+
+[Raekwon]
+Six degrees all the way to the black Lee's, the mac squeeze
+Catch you in the open, click-clack, pass the keys, homey
+Moving through the town, we there, out of towners get the stare down
+Clap you for your blue Nike air's
+You a wild comrade, well I'm a wilder one
+We've been pumping crack since nine, I run foul with a pile of sons
+Moving through the city getting thousands
+Digging them wallets, slide in to Olive Garden, wilding
+Fourty cal's and eagles, buying teeth, gleamy on the set
+Fly to Union Square, we legal, pussy niggas jet
+The old code better blow to the death, get ya niggas out the yard
+No behind bars, we buying niggas jets
+It's just a movement that came right out of a blueprint
+Two bents, this is how real we gotta roll, think Cuban hit
+This is how a general remains, always be a soldier, don't tell
+When real niggas die in reign, while we come blow shit now
+Moving in them fly roses, it's all old to us, dick, rubbing our noses
+I should of bought my momma a plane, matter fact
+Two helicopters and a motherfucking chain that stay built
+Your son is your man, let him do what he provides for you
+Buy you some land, ride for you
+Jet to the highest estate, cake out and just bling on it
+
+[Outro: Raekwon]
+Yeah, lord, that's what I'm talking bout family
+Word up, we need like, fourty more of them, lord
+And we gon' just let you get in, youknowhatimsayin?
+You know you that nigga, Daddy-O, youknowhatimean?
+We just wanna hear more of that street shit, man
+Just give me some more, lord, word up, man
+I'm faithfull, go 'head, yo, yo, you know I get down for you
+Cuban Linx Part 2...
+**************************************************
+2009 Jordans[Raekwon]
+I'm like a 2009 Jordan, known to be sporting
+New waves, new uniform on, important
+Political prisoner, charisma, got me sniffing money
+Regardless, jumping out the V dog with RZA
+Hypothetically my joint athletically better be
+We safe and in question, nigga, you said it be
+Fully charged, new one-on-one in the garage
+Large, niggas they chill and bitches they dodge
+What's the deal, little homey, it's only real, got tech and ill
+I only carry steel out when I'm lonely
+Bloodhounds who play the building, buildin', brick at a time
+Trying to turn my little dime into a million
+
+[Hook: Busta Rhymes]
+It's like back in the days, when niggas used to hustle for this skrilla
+Formulate a plan, don't even plot, just get a nigga
+But see, we knew a crew of dudes, who hustled a lot, we broke
+The opportunities and set up drug deals in the parking lot
+Stacking cuz it's necessary, notice how the world go round
+See it's imperative, we get richer than rich
+You see we hustling across the border (Icewater)
+Hurting the town, this money probably got me mistreating your bitch (Do it big)
+**************************************************
+What Do I Do?[Intro: Raekwon]
+Test the waters B, Stop playing man
+
+[Chorus: Raekwon, (Sample)]
+(What do I do?)
+When the cream is pile'n, Crib on the Island, Just be style'n
+(What do I do?)
+When the feds is on me, Pawn separating, My bitch want me
+(What do I do?)
+When them niggas is tell'n, Ain't built for jail and they nail'n me
+(What do I do?)
+I just jet off and sail, Ain't no time to be fail'n
+
+[Raekwon]
+What's up niggas, What's the deal, You know the half yo
+Bubble bath, Crude style, Check out my laugh yo
+All this money in the back of the tub
+I reminisce yo when black was a cub
+Mad money, Honeys around, Pop'n onies, All hoodies and hard bottoms
+Smoking big reefers, The God got it
+Slide to the table, Cable drip, Hang to my navel
+The feds in the building for Nagle
+Forty-five we skate'n, Debate'n if we hit'n up Nathan's
+Catch me with a Spanish _______ _______
+Average nigga, You crazy
+To fuck with my wolves is bullshit, Them little guns is for daises
+We got the T.I. joints
+You violate the crew the clip gone dump on the stage
+And everybody's contagious, And when them shots fly off
+It's just a recipe for Chef and his cake mix
+
+[Chorus]
+[Raekwon *Singing*]
+Ayo, I tell you I love you
+But that's what it means to me
+More precious then silver
+More precious then diamond rings
+I really feel that I, That I, That I could kill you
+
+[Raekwon]
+Ayo, The belt holders, Dutch Masters L blowers
+Champion hood, Fly A-R, The stainless gazelle soldiers
+Yeah we pumping them boulders, Cop'n them gold Rovers
+Every show Chevy with no shoulders
+That means doors that fold up, The team gleams
+More cobras, Graveyard rings, Just old stuff
+And then we told ya, Ayo
+You running round cake'n off eating healthy my tholdier
+Yeah this is the scroll what, So roll up
+And let my party people niggas be grown up, and sho nuff
+
+[Chorus]
+**************************************************
+Lex Diamond Story OutroSome still say Lex is a powerful man
+He is still one of the most influential gangsters of all time
+With a story so vivid and a mind so powerful
+Who said gangsters couldn't be governors
+And governors couldn't be gangsters
+I know he's still around and we all have a little Lex in us
+But until then, he will always be, the official Lex Diamond
+We love you Lex
+
+Lately you seem all corrupt
+I've had enough and you forced me to hide under covers
+Drove me to arms of another
+**************************************************
+Where You At?[Intro: Raekwon]
+Let's go, kid
+
+[Raekwon]
+Something's in the attic, drugs on me, thugs gettin'
+Bubbly, let's pop, surround the block, looking lovely
+Extra nine glindin' on me, women who barely know me
+Swarm me, faggots try to front, blow me
+Aiyo, I'm from the soul bluntly, we in them H2's coolin'
+Want me, try to kill a kid, bring your country
+Son's nice with rifles, white fools, white dudes
+Jumpin' out, fed jackets, dare you to bump me
+A glow like Willie Bostic, I do the knifework job, yeah
+Rappers sprint, clap 'em, this is our 'jects
+Who taught ya'll niggas, it was the kid with the tarantula
+Tinted up, extortin' ya'll monthly
+Crabs in a bucket, rap, fuck it, yo, go get your handgun
+I'd rather shoot yo' ass in public, you ain't a Air Force boss
+You a hoster, frontin' like me on your poster
+Now ya'll niggas fuckin' with my ones
+We need to battle for cattle, acts, boats, art and crafts
+Scalpals, thumb rings, dick, be careful
+Fuckin' with Staten Island's heartless
+Son of all flames, God guard frames, catch me with the Starks kid
+The authentic Ghost, we on the golf course, with rentin' boats
+Eagles on, feastin' with bigger GOATs
+Come take it in blood, dare any thug to re-up
+What, we gon' keep it on the hush
+
+[Chorus 4X: ?]
+In the clubs, where you at?
+In the clubs, where you at?
+Open paperchasing, on the low getting trapped
+
+[Raekwon]
+Aiyo, drove into the water like bait, the ocean was dark
+The moon lit, swimmin' to the bottom to get to the sink
+We on niggas, and we comin' boy, talk with ya gun
+Me, I'm ready, and I'm ready with cake, yea
+Flawless, more powerful horses, the kid flow naucious
+Everybody gettin' weeded, we all for this
+Armored tank style, moving in ranks
+Hundred that'll rock for me, still kill you, over your men bitch
+Skiing in Alaska, half the man, half Casper
+Runnin' with wolves, the bulls look nastier
+Silencer, each is thee least, will kill on Easter
+Ya'll gon' get it, wait til we get creased up
+Nothin' but, rapid fire, livewire, brand new trees
+Burn 'em up, they respectin' your street, cousin
+We gon' bring it to every label, pay attention, ya'll
+Cuban is back, now put that on a glass table
+
+[Chorus 4X]
+**************************************************
+Black Harrison[Intro: Raekwon]
+I really don't need to be fuckin wit ya right now
+I need to movin around in the air, circle Manhattan
+Real smooth
+
+[Raekwon]
+Here we go again son, black Harrison Ford on the run
+One, beef in the field, it's real
+Highly recommend shield, Lee rocks, still he rock
+Got the blue lazer, grill, like Martin Scorcese-ah
+Jumpin outta limo's, expos, black rentals
+Chasin niggas through the projects, polex
+Mosien, 15 of us, five trucks
+Crazy deluxe, found what, honor nigga right
+Tailin us in boats and land, 40 calibur in my hand
+Made the left... Lex fam
+Sho enough what, hummer craft lookin up, what
+Kid the chipped out flex now I'm stuck
+Bounced on him, public announcements say they want him
+Any ideas? Where he at, cops want him
+Changin the gear the same foot wear
+Runnin like a crook, yea, no love here
+Fuck yea, we up there
+Had a little drugs there, they was there
+Pass it kid, Novacain caught a slug there
+Had it mastered in fleis-school, nigga go whip a plane
+Drivin land, map shit out, go to night school
+Bronze star, feelin who we are
+Half animal, whole lotta love, black God
+Standin front and center, from here to winter
+Grip the splinter, shoot it sideways, nozzle on, pip-it
+Ready to hit somethin, pop shit wit somethin
+Blow blimps on the mad rubber grips, big lips on it
+Rollin wit top rank medals, hands is like Greg Neddles
+Bright link, purple heart, swim bezzle
+Hearin the horn of Josh, movin like the moss
+Executive decision play large
+Caught a blimp on the radar, screen him out
+Fightin like like Julio Cazar, blaze ya
+May day, may day, chasin me, CIA, KGB, FBI, DIA on they way
+Trynna chase down the God, this Afro-African'll lace ya
+
+[instrumental breakdown]
+
+[Raekwon]
+Part two kid, establish brain power, true did
+Yo it's realer than a fuck now, ain't stupid
+Trash, three hundred thousand in cash, guerilla mash
+Brass this gat, TNT niggas on my ass
+Play for real, Lex will, I suggest still
+Clear my own shit, let the press ill, let's bill
+Make it to the UN, doin bout a thousand in the blue Em
+Frogmen, repped out cluein
+Left all the American Express cards
+Left the passports, time shit, shit up on in Escort
+Bail 'em, bustin his joint, Chief O'Heara
+That old, Louis McDarren, see the waves through the mirror
+Spot that, hop that, through the top back
+Ready to lock somethin, down for the cause, stop that
+You play the king, I play the pawn, who the king of the Swarm
+You wrong, where's the evidence, watch the firearm
+Where a tunnel of fans stand, I knew I had little bits of love
+Hopin it'll be fair, he watch me, heavy roxy scene
+He clean though, American Cream Team let him leave
+See the moral of the story, feelin me like
+Mordon and Glory when they came for me
+Had fifty on the line, look at mine, all dressed down
+Handlin lines, know the time
+**************************************************
+Rover Sport[Intro: Raekwon]
+All that heroin out there, nigga
+I can't tell, nigga, what's up
+I can't tell you nothing no more
+
+[Raekwon]
+Pull up the Range sport, blow in the back of the trunk
+Color sickening, bitches is blunt
+Snitches get plucked and popped, cut and chopped, and yo
+We generate hoods and hide this gwop
+For all the blocks we invading, we be caking & strip naked
+I know you wasn't selling by the building, I feel the hating
+Dust blunts with heroin, servin up Steak'ems
+Shot him by the building, yo, and spit on his laces
+Rich niggas'll rise, more eyes, yo, Busta, what up?
+Chilling like we at the 25's out
+Night time is vibe, pies get thrown to guys
+You fuck up this money, bones is fried
+I'ma stay fly, getting paper, sit on a ten acre kitchen
+Bout the size of the Ritz at Penn Station, yup
+Rich niggas we spot you, stay genuine, cousin
+Do your numbers, fam, regardless, yo, we got you
+
+[Interlude: Raekwon]
+Hahahaha... ahhhh, do it nigga, there, you should fucking..
+Fucked up New York Yankee hats on fronting
+Niggas know Cuban Linx when they hear it nigga
+Huh... I'm the motherfucking Ali of the game, bitch
+
+[Raekwon]
+Nigga Chef back, wood back, he in the good Ac'
+What's hood, me in your hood, we got the good crack
+Don't violate me, I hate, I'm like Star and Buc
+In the morning, I'm mourning, wild on the fake, yo
+Stay dropping bracelets, cases of Cryst' and Cru'
+Don't even move duke, take off your shoes
+We hardbody action packed, keep a baboon
+The jewels is back, with strappers on, come take it
+Shoebox with nothing but hash, alotta old ass
+Wallies is off the meat rack, splash
+Nigga, Diamond down, moving like China Town
+Me and forty-five mad real niggas, we light clowns up now
+**************************************************
+Beauty[Intro: N.O.R.E. (Raekwon)]
+(Yeah) Yeah, Shallah Raekwon
+It's the God Father Pt. 2, Self esteem
+(Lex Diamond) Plus degree, (Uh huh)
+(Raekwon) Add on to my attribute
+(Star H.M.G., Get money baby, Let's Go)
+
+[N.O.R.E.]
+Ayo, peace Lord, peace to the God, you know today's math
+I know today's lab, Bag it in a grey bag
+Straight coke is optional, jungle gym obstacle
+You get locked, you get dead or end up in the hospital
+Dapper Dan, Gucci, Valore shit and more shit
+Both hands is numb as fuck, bagging all the numbers up
+Queen's niggas mausoleum, jewelry from the Colosseum
+Fat Cat, Pappy Mason, niggas wanna be em
+See rap was secondary, money was necessary
+Until I got incarcerated, type scary
+Until I see my life just flash, type scary
+'96 came home, '97 album
+Made niggas proud to be from New York housing
+Born alone die alone, I ain't got a pot to piss in
+Became friends with baking soda, Arm & Hammer craziness
+Started learning cooking up, cooking up, cooking up
+Nose feeling like it's high, door open windows up
+Out of state money was coming great, we sold weight
+Another scramble, Commonwealth law gamble
+We out touring, leave the hood now the hood boring
+Niggas still doubting my greatness, my great shift
+Learn ambidextrous ways and trade spaces
+Nike's no Asic's, no Botox, no face lifts
+Rich niggas, Poor niggas, y'all should switch places
+Learn how it feels to be living broke with no hope
+Learn how it feels to be living rich with mad shit
+
+[Raekwon]
+Yo, The software license is great, better six
+Flip the new five or roll up, then live through the tape
+Straight from the dungeons of Hell, a lot of Vikings
+Some couldn't sell, That's when I took it for self
+I'm only just nineteen rolling with eight, Individuals
+Most of us rob, Pulling guns, This is my gate
+Four shottys, Two lasers a plate, Chewing
+Start a movement, Keep doing what your doing
+Niggas are straight, We like Shar Pei in prestigious face
+Love diamond rings and apes, Big money, Coffees and tapes
+Play'n, You get sprayed in the lake
+Hog tied and scraped, Chop fingers off you and skate
+That's the breaks, Wipe body S's, Escovitch fish
+With a Spanish blessing ??, The more I make
+Live through the babies, Busting my gun for sure
+This is Paidees, Somebody gotta die today B
+Rosй pouring, The hardwood floor, Incents
+The crisp three-eighties, Gallons of French shit
+Pour more my niggas, Eat up, This is like peanuts
+Catch us in cells somebody beat up
+With only one class, A piece of hash, Tiny bit of reefer
+Fresh sneakers, Stressing for ass
+Write mad letters in slabs, Niggas'll be home shortly
+Keep cool, The niggas get bagged
+We live a poor life, Rich in the heart, Kitchens is dark
+Cooking white, Polices, Bitches, And narqs
+Foul play yo, Big guns and cigar
+The message repent them sins, Quick fast then mention Allah
+
+[Joell Ortiz]
+No friendships when my pen twist, They lose interest in your mention
+My entrance was smooth but it can shift to anger
+Bag ya, I'll rearrange ya, Stranger, Danger
+I embrace well, Joel don't take L's
+I take pain pills for them migraines
+This wild game put me in a whole different mind frame
+Define lame, Okay, It's rat, That's the proper answer
+Besides a couple cats it's just a whole lot of dancers
+Well I'ma be the cancer see this swagger shit is dumb
+What good is looking fly if you rapping like a bum
+I'm immaculate it's fun, What you chat'n from your gums
+Is bullshit, But that's okay the matador has come
+I navigate a track and make you armatures a crumb
+I'm magic with the tongue, Abra Cadabra and you done
+I don't know what kind of comic book you characters is from
+But I emcee, Let the piano crash in with the drums
+**************************************************
+Shark Niggas (Biters) - RaekwonNiggas is fuckin crazy... knowhatI'msayin?
+Hell yeah man
+Word... you know how niggas be bitin and shit
+Niggas be bitin mad styles n shit from niggas man
+Yeah, no doubt
+That's what I be hatin man, I can't stand a fuckin bitin ass nigga
+Wanna use your lines all ahead of time
+Word
+Before you even get a chance, to shine on your own shit
+True, nah niggas be killing me though Son because
+Yaknow, they be take be comin with your words and shit
+They hear you say one word then here they come with the word
+Tryin to flip it and bounce it on some bullshit
+Yeah, yeah
+Not sounding like first of all and shit
+Yeah
+YaknowhatI'msayin? Boom, but then you got niggas Son on the real
+YaknowhatI'msayin? Niggas niggas niggas niggas is bitin off your
+Album cover and shit
+Yeah!
+Whoa bad enough they biting lines like niggas killed me
+Yeah
+When they came with some Nas, niggas bit offa Nas shit!
+KnowhatI'msayin?
+*chuckling*
+Word niggas niggas niggas niggas caught his little album cover move
+And then they got wise to that shit
+Yeah
+I'm like damn what the fuck man?
+It's like these happy-go-lucky niggas man when they get on man
+They wanna pop a little, a little champagne
+Word like I said
+YouknowhatI'msayin? Every few, every time you see em
+YouknowhatI'msayin? Like, front on don't fuck with me
+Yeah man
+You gonna play that role play it though
+Yo man, it's like this man, niggas man
+Niggas know not to fuck around with this shit
+I don't give a fuck how nasty they are
+Nah son, let me tell these niggas somethin God
+I don't want niggas soundin like me... on no album!
+YouknowhatI'msayin? For real cause I'ma approach a nigga man
+For real man, I don't want nobody sounding like me man, for real Son
+No doubt
+Bad enough nigga, I don't want nobody sound like nobody from my Clan
+Man keep it real, get your own shit man, and be original
+Word up
+That's all man
+And you'll be a better man
+And you gonna come out on your own
+Word up
+Whatever how you gonna take it man, fuck it
+Word up
+**************************************************
+My Life[Chorus 2X: Soul 4 Real]
+If you wanna live my life
+The world is getting more and more trife
+It's time to shed some light
+That's what I like, that's what I like
+
+[Raekwon]
+Raised fly while we in the midst of getting high
+Take a walk through memory lane, watching when all the pain fly
+Things that, happen in relationships, dealing with weapon
+And men be on the same bullshit
+Let's travel, take a walk with me, yo
+I'm like the whiskers that be blazing in your transister
+Relax, spoil me, I be on the tour shortly
+With enough to spread fortune out, lord, you caught me
+We analitical thinkers, we crow too with top rankers
+Big thick juicy rocks on the finger
+Chill, all my niggas who keep it real
+Throw your baseball hat down and keep paying your bills
+
+[Chorus 2X]
+
+[Raekwon]
+A wiseman spoke on my behalf, til then I enquired the math
+Rae exist with God in the half
+Lessons, a mouth full of food, sit back
+I tell a story for the blocks and the power moves
+Shorties claiming that they hustle for a cause, get caught
+In the sharp blade of a knife, but older niggas's go
+But some shine, that's the best part of they flaws
+They need cover, because we trapped inside these Winter Warz
+I come to ya'll as Elijah, stars on the crown symbolizes
+Planets for a new horizon
+It's all peace when you sizing, the next man enterprising
+Learn how to move, don't disguise it
+The bulk of the brick will be shown, you all alone
+All you think about is getting you fly, that's getting you torn
+The evil that maps out of my vulture, murder raps'll sculp you
+Hip hop selected our culture
+One nigga word ain't enough, let's get up and exercise
+The mind like a sit up, walk with your chin up
+Post that stormy winter, animos'll tear a friend up
+Principals make a nigga light dimmer
+
+[Chorus 2X]
+
+[Raekwon]
+It's like Babylon, my society, so wild, been a variety
+Which make me seek prosperity
+Brothers and sisters let's connect, show love and respect
+The youngings is watching, put 'em in check, yo
+Your life could change in a sec, ambitions, you bet
+Today your here, tomorrow, leaving out the projects
+Wake up, we all got morals, striving for perfection
+It's just a lesson to look forward to, yo
+
+[Chorus 2X]
+**************************************************
+Treasurers[Intro: Raekwon]
+Hahahaha... ahhhh, do it nigga, there, you should fucking...
+Fucked up New York Yankee hats on fronting
+Niggas know Cuban Linx when they hear it nigga
+Huh... I'm the muthafucking Ali of the game, bitch
+
+[Raekwon]
+When I sat back and crafted Cuban, it was a classic
+When you told me you had giant beef, we brought the hatchet
+What it is niggas, gangstas that live in the grizz'
+Play the kitchen, coke bagging, this the life that we is
+What it is, daddy, slow heart stepping, plus repping
+Blinging necking, our fucking regime, protect it
+That's right faggots, turning into actresses
+Niggas is soft, wack, and broke, what packages?
+Yeah, yeah-yeah, call it how I see it, this is all metamorphic
+Awkard, walk with the four-fifth
+This is all crack money, cli-clack, move back homey
+You will get a quick slap, we rap, not now money
+What up, what up, peace, incarcerated scarfaces
+Stay on the end, with dip dodge, play the yard chasing
+Paper, this is like everyday street caper
+Me flying offa ya face, yo, you can eat later
+
+[Hook 2X: Raekwon]
+We the treasurers of getting cake, big jewelry swinging
+Wth the long chains on, my nigga, you know we heavyweights
+Feds latch on us, we catch amnesias
+We rich, stay clean, looking, rocking dark caesers
+
+[Raekwon]
+Nigga Chef back, wood back, he in the good Ac'
+What's hood, me in your hood, we got the good crack
+Don't violate me, I hate, I'm like Star and Buc
+In the morning, I'm mourning, wild on the fake, yo
+Stay dropping bracelets, cases of Cryst' and Cru'
+Don't even move duke, take off your shoes
+We hardbody action packed, keep a baboon
+The jewels is back, with strappers on, come take it
+Shoebox with nothing but hash, alotta old ass
+Wallies is off the meat rack, splash
+Nigga, Diamond down, moving like China Town
+Me and forty-five mad real niggas, we light clowns up now
+
+[Hook 2X]
+**************************************************
+Words From Raekwon (Spoken Word)[Raekwon]
+One day Joe asked me, ya know what I mean
+"Would you, would you get on a joint with Pun?"
+Ya know what I mean, on the strength, I'm like
+"Hell yeah the kid got talent"
+Ya know what I mean
+So, our first joint we did together was Fire Water, and that was Pun's introduction to the game... he murdered the joint
+**************************************************
+SBM[Chorus: Raekwon]
+What makes a man a man, when his life is at stake
+And it's real, cuz it's gotta get it's plates
+What kind of life we live, one of those lives
+We take cover and, cover your kids
+How far your gun can reach, it can reach as far
+As you want it, that's when a round'll release
+The power is the move in the streets
+Yeah, take my bread, yo take this lead, yeah, a nigga got it
+
+[Raekwon]
+Yo, how the semi automat' 'em, leave 'em flat up on the poster
+I'm trying to push everything, from jets to the blow stuff
+Yo, get it right, pa, I slang cosa nostra
+I move around these 52 states, we just post up
+I got niggas'll that ride, and if the cops pull up
+Just splash the drain and run, we just blow stuff
+I'm not playing, pa, no, it's not a game
+I'mma bang, them 10 sharp pointy things through your coconut
+We dodge prison, got lawyers for that
+Holdings knots up through riddle shit, you know it's a rap
+Need I remind you, so many killas on my line, too
+We can form an army, get money and rhymes
+That's the breaks when it come to just getting papes
+No remorse, violate, we just take up the source
+I'm the Montana, with long hammers, the strong arm of the city
+It's just promotion on cameras
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[Raekwon]
+Yo, we been the life of killas, ever since we was born
+First got on, we blast on gorillas
+Been taught from babies to bust three eighties, the skies just blaze
+Then come back, with your head in a jar
+My peoples is the most important part, yeah, take us apart
+Annihilate, fiends scrapping, we hating these czars
+Lions in the mountains, wolves in the hood
+With four pounders, how dare you lounge in the park
+It's ill how we setting standards, to let them cannoms slam you
+It's all strictly, pardon your art
+Yeah, the general's path to blow, I'm up laughing
+You fucked up, send 'em back, this the city of God
+It's all about holding houses, make men out of mouses
+Then drape little niggas with thousands
+We strive to build, the lives is real
+Eyes to kill, it's all about getting acres and marksmen
+
+[Chorus]
+**************************************************
+Da Destroyer[Intro: Raekwon]
+Yo, aiyo, yeah nigga, what up
+I can't do this shit!
+
+[Raekwon]
+Yo, some nights I feel like sticking up Exxon
+My gun game experience, came from robbing Louis Vitton
+Cocaine specialist, since nine
+Age bracket, fuck them O.G.'s up, they started giving me ratchets
+Get money Diamonds, co-signing all of my check stubs
+Besides getting money, I grub
+I had a Kool G. Rap lifestyle, sliding through the Parrot with drugs
+I'm like a magic with witchcraft, ya'll give a nigga rich cash
+Blankets, anklets, Gucci shit, switch labs
+I'm powerful, yo, you know my hour is due
+Fuck the fifteen minutes, I'mma flower my boo
+Word to my Nike's that I throw on pose, from here to Hollywood
+You know I got soul like that Rakim dude
+Just give me my money, ya'll owe it to me, don't make me blow you for it
+For real, I'mma show ya'll niggas how to swoll dummies
+High profile, he keep it macked out, hundreds of little niggas engage with him
+And he gets down, aiyo you fucking with the best of the year
+The best whoever did it, no love lost
+Beside my shorty and child, I'm like a king in an Egyptian center
+Militant, to play your perimeter, hold wifey now before I get her
+You know what Wu do, RZA, tell 'em, now we got, Dre in the kitchen, son
+It's on, Part Two, watch me sell 'em
+Cuz New York is me, homey, watch me throw the crown in the trash
+Whoever wore it, ya'll ass, 'member me, Toney, what up, what up
+You know my gun game's zid up
+Supplying every borough my cocaine river
+Flashy always, I'm like four ways, none of ya'll see me fresh
+I only do it in, project hallways, ya'll all gay
+Ya'll know it, yes, that's what it be, peace
+See me in streets, God be there, all day, one
+
+[Outro: Raekwon]
+I'm out of here, man, fuck that
+It's on, Part Two, yeah, Part Two
+Aiyo, aiyo, aiyo, I want my money in all fives yo, hahaha
+Ice Wate, the new and improved Chef
+Word up, the feist is coming soon, one
+I'm out of here...
+**************************************************
+Cocaine Blunts[Raekwon]
+Flash the hammer like Thor when we under a war
+We got the vests and the new Gillette’s, Check out these brawds
+Pop'n Henny all day and my Ginny steady ready to blow something
+Just yell, She lifting the semi
+They like new jacks that live through the music, Them blues cats
+Put kids on, Start baby making, True that
+And while we reach levels, Bezzles get new pebbles
+A few boulders on your neck, We soldiered the rebels
+Gangstas that die for gifts, Pumpernickel bread
+New licks, As long as we be writing we rich
+Then the old folks sarcastic ways bout that them young boys live
+We got caught up, Went crazy baby
+Stealing cocaine blunts, We major baby
+Wheel'n them Rangers up, We lazy baby
+Bed time, Lead start coming out, Bread time
+Niggas in goose, Peers stare, Who said something
+Pop nigga in his block for real
+Yo you gotta feel everything out first
+We want hail niggas, Real niggas
+**************************************************
+Double Dragon[Intro: Raekwon & Mean Doe Green]
+Turn this up, right here
+Yeah - Mean Doe Green
+Do this for my little Prince, right here
+Knahmsayin'?
+Listen up - Mean Doe Green
+Prince Junior, soon to be a king
+Uh huh - Mean Doe Green
+Yeah turn it up, turn it up, turn it up
+Turn it up, we need volume
+We need volume
+We need volume, son
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Yo, yo, check this shit out
+Nothin' but, raw shit, this Shao Lex
+We on a real thick kanish route[? 0:27]
+Plato's, Kato
+Young, get rich God
+We the top tomato
+High top, wolly[? 0:31] suede though
+Yo, sit back, mark it in my v[? 0:34]
+Damn, it's me
+Watchin' little me's, pleas
+Diabolic lecto
+Vet style collect dough
+Better gram my man
+Ten G's side bet though
+Power, what's the word? Let's blossom
+V[? 0:45] pulled out the heat, everybody feet play opossum
+
+[Verse 2; Mean Doe Green]
+Escaped adolescence with thugs
+Crips and Bloods
+Drug money, birds of pray
+Hugs[? 0:51] that taste funny
+Slept on, like Brandy Moss[? 0:53]
+Too many seasons
+Navigate these on anger
+Reasons of parent
+Real niggas are few
+Serpents, stay by the fruit
+Tryna continentally divide my loot
+I subtract the negative
+Make room, for the predators
+More debatin' these verb, nouns, and numbers, like thunder
+Y'all stay plottin', like I don't know that ya locusts
+Send a nigga get a gram to get you back on focus
+What it cook like? Holla back when the price is droppin'
+Y'all just like devils with ya plots and shiet...
+
+[Verse 3: Raekwon]
+Yeah, what up? My son speak real one, slap your skeezer
+Chart-climbin' like we on lows[? 1:21] freezer[? 1:22]
+What up? Rap niggas dead up
+Plus fed up, shut up
+Analyze C.R.E.A.M. team set up
+Raw, right, remember like, '88 when niggas was hype?
+Heavy chain hung down on all white
+These faggot niggas scare me
+Break bread while I holler "Hear me!"
+Shit O'Leary
+I'm six niggas really
+Reptiles, fuckin' up the set, while pythons are icons
+Still be, floatin' to the death
+
+[Verse 4: Mean Doe Green]
+I'm up early, birds chirpin'
+Instant birth, fall blowin'
+Streets howlin', wolves stay prowlin'
+Finally see the sun smilin', through the clouds
+Put it down against the grain
+Bring pain, I must
+Threw the hush puppies on, poppin' my collar
+Once again hit the block, I escape with the street scholars
+Dice dumpin', got a pasta hurtin'
+What a crooked spine
+Label my crooked mind, listen up
+
+[Verse 5: Raekwon]
+Word to grandma, all the way to Canada Allah
+Spark a landmark
+Prolly 40 grand in the park
+Fly Lassie
+Thousand dollar sweatpants, flashy
+Shop a GT to Tallahassee
+
+[Verse 6: Mean Doe Green]
+Man you know how we do it, lookin' sensible
+Value flagrant intentional though, if money's the principle
+Genuine draft pick, loaded gun grinnin'
+If we losin', you not winnin', get at me
+Reels twist, with no shine, deliberately
+Dirt orientated, blue collar, for every penny
+Specialist, dough treacherous
+National and locally
+It was a golden hand that wrote me
+Quote me
+
+[Verse 7: Raekwon]
+Just a slang lord, Kangol[? 2:32] award
+Bulletproof Durango[? 2:33]
+Trillion tri-colored chainlord
+Major, unbalanced flavor
+Naval promotional navigator
+Throw tapes, you're throwin' paper
+Scrape ya, love to hate ya
+I must son this, mic realness
+Mother Nature
+What up? Call it out, let's get involved
+Revolve, six digits a man
+A million on the wall
+
+[Verse 8: Mean Doe Green]
+Peep the wisdom, in street verdicts
+I noticed, got your hate beams on high lately
+Third eye ain't focused
+Heavy mic, Chevy drivin'
+Bumper dented, if I said it I meant it like, come and get it, please
+**************************************************
+Striving For Perfection - RaekwonYeah yeah I'm tired of doing this shit
+Aight word, aight I'ma set it
+Tell me how you feel man
+Yo son, check the fly shit son
+Sup cousin how you doin?
+Yo baby check it man
+I got a new connect son, for real man
+Fuck all this twenty-four brick shit man
+No doubt
+My man got out of state for fifteen
+Yeah
+YouknowhatI'msayin?
+Yo know my man's gonna represent PA, politickin to death so
+Right right
+It's all good, what's up? What you wanna do?
+We gotta move God, we gotta move God, we gotta migrate
+Get the fur, get the fuck outta New York, yaknowhatI'msayin?
+Bounce man, start fuckin with bigger and better shit
+So you tellin me no more big eights strictly breaks
+No more no more no more man
+Then I'm with you, I've been waiting
+No more God
+WHASSUP?
+It's the pot of gold right here man this is it, man this is glory
+YouknowhatI'msayin?
+So yo, the first thing we gotta do man
+Is just know what we gonna do with this cream when we get it man
+Right
+Cause I'm not trying to just be, sitting on motherfucking two-hundred thou
+And acting like I'ma just be a
+Nah
+A drug dealer all my life
+Nah
+Son I got bigger and better plans Son
+No doubt, we gonna move on man
+And you know I be fuckin with anybody man
+Son, long as the love and the trust is there Son
+We gonna grow God
+You know it Tony
+We gonna grow like a plant Son
+Yo you coming at me like that Son?
+For real Son, come on you know me man
+You know my style Son
+You know how my heart feels though God
+No doubt
+But yo God, for real, this is my last time God
+I'm hangin this shit up man if this shit don't work right here God
+YouknowhatI'msayin?
+Word up, I feel the same way
+I feel the same way kid
+Yo God, yaknowhatI'msayin?
+I got shot at man, my moms windows got shot the fuck up man
+Yeah
+Yo God, my baby's in here God, see I gotta take time man
+And raise my family man
+Yeah yeah yeah
+YaknowhatI'msayin? Sit around man, my grandkids man
+But yo Son, it's like this man
+We all livin man, we here now man
+Word man
+YouknowhatI'msayin? Let's not think like we gon be stagnating man
+Let's keep movin ahead man, keep our head up man
+Take care of our families man
+God, word is bond, I'm your eyes that's in back of you kid
+Let's do it then
+**************************************************
+The General[Raekwon]
+Ayo, Ayo, I run with real niggas who kill niggas
+Whose dreed is longer then niggas and pot is filled
+(Cottons are peeled yo) Bank holders forming a shank holder
+Driving costly shit, Speak in slang, Leaning like hangovers
+The glide'n, We vibe'n, We take you to the Brownsville
+Drive to the West side to S.I. so dress fly
+True valence, Living my talents, I learned to cook clean
+And swing and bling yo, And murder for thousands, Yep
+A rap pharaoh who arrow got poison in it, (Boys get it who stunt)
+You know I'm General like Colin Powell
+Meet the new team on the street, Formulated by long waited
+A strong operation for more, Come like Sampson
+Kill like a thousand off one bone
+And walk up on my mansion dipped, Flip the mobile phone
+Flip niggas, I promise we hit big timers
+Bury some men, Niggas say it's cold when I switch climates
+(Ayo, It's real rap need ya nigga, Go in)
+I told men it's only one nigga that's left, He rock a gold M
+Mercy ya lago egg, His leg flooded
+Mold made out of lead, So when the snare kick
+**************************************************
+Still Killin’[Intro (?)]
+K Slay don't want me out here
+They don't want you out here dog
+His mother fucking face long
+K Slay, New York City
+Holler at your god damn boy
+We don't rock no mother fucking ice baby
+We rock this real shit dog
+And (?)
+Some fuck with it
+Its going down
+
+[Verse: Raekwon]
+(?)
+The elevator with the crib
+Bling with it kid
+I built one in the Bill Clintons
+Mills was spent, still don
+Still (?), still yacht flying
+Still kill a bitch
+Still kill a flick
+The fifth out, don't even breathe
+Out in Ghana with the ill thieves
+Slick hammers, we all fam
+What
+Pull out the four, pop the chump
+See the luxury mall
+The casket leather, the python seats velour
+Flash back
+He in them Benz lenses
+Acting like he did ten sentences
+Something ain't real
+We go excited, parked the truck
+Just leaned a light and twist a blunt
+Sat back son, (?)
+This money on it
+And to them young niggas strong on it
+Devour the snitches
+You got on, you born with it
+Make a toast for ours
+For all the money and powers
+The right division
+Don't ever let corns get it
+**************************************************
+Ever Since I Was 13[Intro]
+Ever since I was 13, my biggest problem has been just to find the right road to get to that rainbow that everybody talks about
+Like most people get close enough to count the stripes
+But they don't have enough guts to reach out and take that pot of gold
+
+What up my dude, you know
+Going through a lot and all that man
+That's why you be strong, you know what I'm saying
+Feel great boy (Staten Island over yeah)
+It's going now ([?])
+Holla at the kid
+(Let's go chef)
+
+[Verse 1]
+I'm flawless, the gowns that I rock is cashmere
+Then roam through the lab with the hammer and black Airs
+Thinking 'bout plans that's real, laying the bill
+Drop a new classic album, my masters will
+Enlighten your mind, I'm writing on times
+When the youth reach real situations and they thoughts are blind
+You know when I float a moment is fine, glass of wine
+New elegance, the greeze just pass through the mind again
+What happened, rap made it happen, back when
+Two turn tables and a needle, action
+We all huddled up, that's it, classic shit
+Only our kind adapt to shit
+Start rapping 'bout cracks and Pimps, cash to get
+Call it C.R.E.A.M. now, no grind don't ask for shit
+We bastard thick, pass the spliff
+
+[Outro]
+Name of this piece is called "my bitch better have my money" (applause)
+My bitch better have my money, through rain, sleet or snow
+My ho better have my money
+Not half, not some, but all my chash
+Because if she don't, I'mma put my foot in her ass
+**************************************************
+Weed Pt. 2[Raekwon]
+Hailin from the slums of Staten
+Extra gats, Massive workers, Some come home and collapse
+Witness the style, Profile, Whillin, Floatin with spliffs
+Dinosaur fifths, They all got style with it
+Rockin raw pour genuine fabric, Know how to puff Arabic black
+Donna trip, Slap a bitch, Drive nothin but sevens
+Eleven of us, Hot legends that will pop for the record
+All about trips, Flippin bricks, Minglin
+Gleamin in your whore face, Jump out, what up bitch, Trick blingin
+Hittin Cristal and coffee, Yellin get up off me
+You want war, Fuck it, Give em all of me
+For all the young coke buyers and triers, Live wires
+Nice niggas down at the offerings yo
+It's nothin, Came at yall niggas like what an
+Skatin in the H2 eye, Pop the button
+Flash that million dollar hand, He clan
+He came through, Fisherman hat, Weather channel on
+Lampin that fly dirty leather I got on, Blampted
+**************************************************
+Vampire Bats[Intro: Raekwon]
+Whattup gangstas, come on, come on
+This is teflon right here, poisonous fly shit
+Poltergeist back, add on nigga, live
+What's the vertigo? Yo, aiyo, aiyo, aiyo
+
+[Raekwon]
+Chilling in the sneaker store, guess who walked in
+Aretha, lord, Reebok queen, sneaker broad
+Yo what up chick? Pussy dynamic, deeper than Titanic
+Fly Hispanic, banded
+Had me mapped out, iceberg down, saw the six
+Then she broke wild, scopin' how the bitch get down
+What up, I like that, give 'em regards
+Sendin' messages to Gerard, who look like W.D. Faraud
+Peace, how you be love, checkin' my feet like she seen Lugz
+Ring gleamin' all on her mug
+What up, wise guys, start laughin', pullin' outta pocket Platinum
+Hand platinum, I stop laughin'
+Rich niggas fuckin' had, figured it out
+I won't fuck with her, warm blood, suck these nuts
+Yeah, I'm out, spendin' off in a Benz truck
+Valor look, richer than a fuck, what, wavy haircut
+Met me at the light, wildin', made a right
+Shorty violent in the boat, half smilin', with a gallon, aight?
+Plus the queen of the tree head, pullin' over like a bean head
+Fiendin' like a demon with green dreads
+Jumped out, parked it, booth sparked it
+Where your wifey at? Niggas like you, I spit lightly at
+Quote my little cliche, instant replay
+Could've sworn I saw a nine, had it tucked in her thong
+Off convo, pointed at the condo, Lex let's go
+I could've sworn I kept it real, but I'm a asshole
+Hide in the empire, yellow liar took a glass full
+Dick now, hotter than a lighter
+
+[Chorus 2X: Raekwon]
+Yo, whatever you do kid, just keep it real with yourself
+Don't never ever pass off blue kid
+Just better watch her, fuck around and be a nightmare
+
+[Raekwon]
+Yo, rainbow, glossy flossy necklace
+Look perpetuos, ass is fat, butu look treacherous
+Yo, where Gloria at? Monster ass restin' in Astoria
+Black lawyer, she own a blow laundrymat
+Yellin', I remember her, in December
+Bitches maced me, stoled a half a million outta Macy's
+Short light skin, haircut, hazel eyes
+Nasal laced up, raised in caprini greens with Asia
+Metallic blue G.S., dressed just bought a mama E.S
+Fuckin'n with some nigga, Louis Lex
+He a rich nigga, call him a king, H12
+Rock a Super Bowl rings, had a mean bilingual
+Her uncle fuck Marsha, fake mobster
+Tried to knock, that drinkin' cum bitch, blown an Oscar
+De La Hoya hands, burn him like boiling water
+If she dare take food in her mouth, spoon advance
+Yellin', hit the mini-bar, Shallah looked laced
+Spillin' Henny on, shorty just drive and throw Jimmy on
+We rappin', ain't jack shit happen
+Stop all this max, homey, back to my WAP, pretend mackin'
+Chill, hit the jack for a sec, shorty holdin', wanna give me sex
+Should I just, polly or flex
+Yo, tell me more, yo, you heard of I-King
+Drive a white thing, wife in the bing, doing life, a knight king
+Yeah, I know the nigga, what's the verdict? So what he perverted?
+Last word I heard, A.C.T. want him murdered
+Hesitated, played it, grabbed my dick, shorty playa hated!
+**************************************************
+Six Sixes[Intro: Raekwon]
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, aiyo, aiyo
+
+[Chorus 2X: Raekwon]
+Aiyo, one of the illest, the sickest, like six sixes
+Lookin' real rich, don't switch, just paint pictures
+Lex, tell the story, get these niggas in line for me
+Plus the shorty's, light one from me
+
+[Raekwon]
+Sit back like kings, diamond rings on, 'knowledge the genes
+Matter of fact, 'knowledge the team
+Kid love valor suits, raw Coups, racing across
+The bridges, we hit bitches, then swindle the group
+Who's your favorite rapper? Lex Diamond, and his man Iron?
+So many niggas bitch, y'all dick, I ain't lyin'
+Show niggas how to dress too
+Well, yo, we take it from here, now let me bless you
+Ssee I got my life right now, got a new team, new label
+New way of moving, new glass cable
+And they still jello the kid, well did
+On the corner, ice rockin' Carvel kids
+Spit thirty six flavors, bitch
+Burn out Vegas, fuckin' mine, y'all catch all razors
+Fuck around and poison one of y'all, Cristal
+New shit, havd your mother on the bottle wildin'
+We came here to rep, step, movin' in motion
+Angel lotion on, coastin' the set
+Bitches yelling, "he look rich, he got fix"
+Came up, bought a drink, thought he'd be all on my dick
+
+[Chorus 2X]
+**************************************************
+What’s Goin’ On[Raekwon]
+Days that fly through the mist, so young and so rich
+Powerful minds, the lines get intense
+Wall to wall, cats in hell, so many trapped lost
+Some will prevail and get clapped off in jail
+Families mentally dyin', the roads is narrow
+Jump out, bow and arrow, hit you with science
+Huh, we've been livin' this daily
+The wiz know what it is, that's why the vision is more clearly
+War between money and lust, trust me, I hit enough dust
+Suade fronts, color schemes, truck rings, stuck kings
+Suade fronts, Balley's and blunts
+Living amongst thieves, all we did was robbin', we won, Marvin
+
+[Outro: Marvin Gaye sample (Raekwon)]
+Hey baby, what you no good? (That's right lord)
+And trusted and back with, it's me I want
+(Niggas gotta cut this faggot millennium shit out right now)
+War is hell (War is hell, and get real with life)
+And will it be (start teachin' ya'll brothers, man)
+When will people start gettin' together again
+**************************************************
+Flush Verse[Raekwon]
+Selling glass and blasting, machinery sling past
+Next stop: Bowling Green, bling flashing
+Glow my ass off, Po-Po they try to harass
+My dough - ching cash - and I sit in my dash and vent
+You know the W that come from Dirty Bast
+Bird baths, love to stunt, we got birds with gats
+Fly past, buy NASA, caught up with the cash
+Why blast when you know we in your crib? Bypass
+I mastered what? The treasurer of getting ass
+Whip assing, red pipe and leather; slick nasty
+Sassy, but at the same time raspy
+Plug me a thug, your mother eating plaster
+**************************************************
+Intro (Vatican 1)You want a Rolls Royce
+You don't come here
+No, no
+You go to England
+That's wherever the fuck they make it
+If you want champagne
+You go see the French
+If you need money
+You find a Jew
+But
+If you want dirt
+Or scum buried under a rock somewhere
+Or some secret nobody wants anybody to know about
+There's only one place to go
+Right here
+**************************************************
+PioneersFly as the new Five
+Live as a white man with black skin
+Powerful grimeys, who eat raw like Chinese
+Petty cases of coke, boat loads of good ol' dough
+We carry back to Medina from Beringia
+Feed me a Spanish, half-black, massive back
+Thick in the legs, bank account stacked
+A nigga with a liable piece of gold
+A ranch made of brick white picket fence
+Vision my dick
+Six horses, four Shar Peis, crib like Holyfield
+Build mine slowly, grow G
+And a lesson building in manifestin'
+Keep the stress off your chest
+Then get money like Mexicans
+Live as a corner with hard rocks
+And big nines and dimes, I'm only part 2
+And you a dart
+Distinguished gentlemen who love getting dick sucks
+Hate comical rap, but kill men for 10 bucks
+The palm lady spit on my grave and said, "Chef, you stay paid"
+One shell hit you I fell with you
+And till then, blow forever
+Keep family snakes away -
+You got a daughter to treasure
+Have twins name one Caesar, female called Anisha
+We out to Fiji on Easter
+Good bottle of wine
+Nine on me dwelling on time
+Wearing bally sneaker watch Phillip Stein
+Mad grey in my waves, 101-EX
+Exelero behind me, dumbstruck meat heads
+Thinking of the days I got robbed, not for money
+When I mean albums, they couldn't catch it I fouled them
+But now more aggressive, checks look special too
+Do the knowledge, young boy, we professional
+**************************************************
+On the Fly Note[Raekwon]
+Maxing on a fly note, real nigga's appear
+We honor those gangstas who ain't here
+Legends was born, Apollo classics, young niggas with ones
+The hype ratchets, New Balance and Bill Blassie
+Roof top nights, the booth, coked down
+Air Force on since twenty two
+Live niggas try to rhyme, but died
+Off the strength of the name, on wack cocaine, niggas is high
+Let the beat journey, we could all see clearly
+Tweak through the earlobe, with peak of this shit, we seen years go
+High times rhyming, so divine, lines that taste like spring water
+Shorty dope like a nine
+Poison shot the lungs of young
+Went through the barrel of sparrow, one who ain't hawk through the slum
+Bums had no where, train style, one chain out
+Mission was dust, a foam blew my brains out
+
+[Outro: Raekwon]
+Who would've thought it was me?
+Who would've thought it was you?
+Just vibe, just watch you ride it, ride it
+**************************************************
+King Of Kings (Feat. Havoc)F/ Havoc
+
+[Intro: Havoc (Raekwon)]
+Let's go (Yeah, nigga)
+Good lookin' Rae that's what I'm talkin' 'bout
+(It's all good don't worry about it)
+You feel what I'm sayin'? (Don't worry about it)
+Yeah (Word up, let's go)
+You know how we gotta come at this niggas, man
+Yeah.. come on.. yo
+
+[Havoc]
+Stuck, y'all like gum underneath my kicks
+Better move little fucks when the heat I'll spit
+The hammer clap like the ass on a meat-out chick
+Dump clips like a trifflin' ass bitch to drop
+If you short you're a chance in the box
+But I ain't lettin' you play with the guns in the club, I'm boothin' the ox
+Got my eyes on the ho's and I'm a peripheral
+Got you cowards poppin' that Moe', my hand on the 'istol
+Wild out, have a ball, you could drink 'til you 'url
+Thought the Firewater was strong, the pound'll leave you curled
+On the floor, like a new born baby, God
+What you mean "Is he dead?", what type of shit is leakin' out of his head?
+When you cowards see the drama and it come to a head
+I'm hittin' Rae up on the jacket, it ain't much to be said
+If it's on, go without sayin' somethin', deliverin'
+Visa verca, this is Havoc, baby, we those niggas (we those niggas)
+
+[Chorus 2X: Raekwon]
+All that money is us, now what's fuckin' wit' us?
+Eh yo all around hungry, that's us and can't get nothin' get it
+Eh yo all that money, all them niggas
+All them shorties, everybody yell "All lovely"
+
+[Raekwon]
+I chop meat out ya face, Daddy, gladly
+Mad breeze on, rubberband currency and I splash ya visa
+You know the code, yo caesar low straddlers
+Front Streets, cracks all in the front seat spazzin'
+Imperial wizards, Staten
+Knife game off the chain and I'm with four hundred with wagons yo
+Live wires, shoot darts for bread
+Any map, I assist that, I'm holdin' it, all niggas dead
+What? Battle for cake and fuck wizzes
+We do it straight business, all mount ride, ain't no fake niggas
+Reminisce, spit faces
+Pissin' on the fake little swindler's list, Rae gave them niggas cake
+Battle the gun, you're wildin'
+I might levitatate well, I might take ya shit, push up, stylin' it
+Oxes, reefers, police need us
+The regime of Shaolin with Queens re-up
+Fuckin' with the poisonous hand
+Remember y'all, no commercial, I hurt you, yo go get ya mans
+
+[Chorus 2X]
+[Raekwon]
+Eh yo select me, Gucci sneaker recipe
+Not the S dot Carters, no disrespect but respect me
+One of the top five gangstas alive
+My element is just the Elliott Ness, niggas who hide
+Yo I ran from some niggas that was police
+These niggas heard about me bringin' marked money in, I had the whole East
+I've been the greatest, been flippin' the latest
+Somethin' like the new haggler on the Ave., ham it up, pullin' haze
+And all the young niggas praise me
+It's like the talent of the Six Million Dollar Man, 'yana pace
+Come on, banana squeeze, aim at these Caravans
+Heard he had his man and that ugly Keish'
+Comin' from a galaxy of hood, hard real people gettin' ki's
+Fuck wit' the media, it's all good
+
+[Chorus 2X]
+**************************************************
+Get Me[Sample: (?)]
+I start off snorting little tiny pinches
+So that I know I won't get hooked
+Not on no coke, you can't get hooked
+My friends have been snorting 15 years, they ain't hooked
+
+[Raekwon]
+From the tone of the voice, it's moist and choice
+A special, he shoot 'em in the face with them boy
+Yo, from all them niggas off of Hoy Street, came this
+Large nigga taking over parole
+Crib all stretched out, bulletproof saunas
+Furry minks, touching the ground, she slaughtered six shrinks
+One of the primetime kings, all of the young niggas
+Who lived it, will sit in the box and dream
+He coppin' lots of things, he even got rasta connects
+Now, he bling, if lord love me, he'll throw it up, all lovely
+Open the shirt, all ugly
+He kept the Purple Tape, hug me
+Tell that nigga Chef, when that nigga get on, plug me
+There it go, Barnaby Jones and Mugsy
+Two wicked cops, try'nna get their names on the come up
+Shit, do not fuck with me, I won't have it
+If them niggas try to pull up, what's up, get me
+**************************************************
+Dirty WaterDrug dealer's dream
+Cruel bottles, vinyls on move
+Amphetamines, a beretta and a pool
+With a whale of kings
+All guns is bodied, lobby in the hall
+**************************************************
+Uncle[Intro: Raekwon]
+Word up, unc's is a live nigga
+Hey, Uncle, uncle! What up baby?
+Yeah, yeah, I need a pair of kicks, pa
+Hold me down, man, for real, for real, for real
+Love you to death, nigga
+Word up, word up, uncle, uncle, uncle
+Yeah, fuck them niggas, homey
+
+[Raekwon]
+For years, he had the coast's on lock
+Jamaicans make bread, Cubans call him pop
+Was a young O.G., considerate, fly gangsta anxious
+His face is rude, that made him more dangerous
+Went suddenly blind, he couldn't see faces
+He rock glaciers, well known in strange places
+Been killin' niggas, all ages
+Paid his way up out of court cases, extortin mazes
+Love stay greens, livin' in Queens
+Cousin named Dahoom, who you, nigga I'm Team
+Dressed real ill proper, when he locked up
+Playin' the wall, one foot up, what, the kid was into soccer
+Love family, nigga in Miami, right, Air Force's on
+Four horses smokin' on china white, they bad
+He had the Shaft look, and then he yell Rae
+He had cribs hooked, he had nasty books
+Him and his right hand, worth a hundred in the can
+Little short Dominican, little Duran was fam
+Eyes bloody, pop Vasine and he studied
+Gave rides to me, dropped me and Old Earth in Brooklyn
+I mean Brook-lan, a super crook don off the hook
+He had the juks look, and he loves Benzes and gongs
+Get wands, daddy, Yukon, grow up get on's daddy
+Be sure, watch for, eat all that, daddy
+Yeah, young'n's, supposed to marry
+Don't play me close, kept the loot in his boats, he threw the toast at me
+I wanted to be with him badly
+Had me like a little nigga, runnin' with wolves, they all glow gladly
+Heavenly, now he seventy, got rich representin' me
+He won't throw me no cash, play pool, baby
+I be like, ooh, no you didn't, baby, get drunk money
+You'se a slick dude, baby, slip through, baby
+Yeah, I'm on, makin' records now, I be gettin' money after you gone
+He's a Don, slick Juan, Marijuan', Don Juan
+Eatin' Caribbean food, feedin' me wrong
+Breathe from the tongue, Chef you live
+Make these niggas realize you gon' be number one
+
+[Chorus: n/a (Raekwon)]
+He's a high roller, he's a shot caller
+He's a slick talker, he's a big baller
+(Wise words he spoke to me, look how it's suppose to be)
+**************************************************
+Try Me (Freestyle)[Hook: Dej Loaf] x2
+Let a nigga try me, try me
+I'm a get his whole mothafuckin' family
+And I ain't playin wit nobody
+Fuck around and I'm a catch a body
+
+[Verse: Raekwon]
+Try me, try me, I'ma pull that flame out and start firin'
+Lightin' up the cheeba, schemin' on a robbery
+We gon' hit your label up, they yellin' bribery
+A posse like the Isleys, the Isleys
+Posin' in Ferragamo, need some Visine
+All us got machetes, poke you with the Yao Ming
+17 holes in your Polo [?]
+Stylin' since the '90s, the '90s
+Shoutin' out Japan, biggin' up my Chinese
+2 S Benz's flyin', those are Siamese
+Burner in the bag, Gucci sneakers lime green
+Don't you ever rhyme, B, no you're not me
+Blowin' heavy broccoli, my sport is hockey
+Yeah we fuck bad bitches, whores jock me
+Flyin' in a Porsche, doors, oh stop beefin'
+**************************************************
+A King’s Chariot (Intro)[Instrumental Track]
+**************************************************
+Ghetto BoyThis song has yet to be transcribed
+**************************************************
+Intro (Vatican 3)The street is the only one that matters
+Court is for uptown people
+With suits, money
+Lawyers with three names
+If you got cash you can buy court justice
+But on the street justice has no price
+She's blind where the judge sits
+But she's not blind out here
+Out here the bitch got eyes
+**************************************************
+White Killers IntroIn case you thinking I'm trying to pull some of that old time nigga shit on you captain
+I think you ought to know something
+I hired the very best killers there are
+White killers
+White ones baby
+So you better take good care of me
+Nothing better happen to one hair on my gorgeous head
+Can you dig it
+**************************************************
+OutroIt's immobilarity
+Say...
+What's you wanna do?
+**************************************************
+Heavyweights*to be transcribed
+**************************************************
+Musketeers of Pig Alley (remix)[Raekwon]
+Crack that pineapple open
+Vision of break faces, gettin' money lay in the boats
+Got big rifles, play the hood, ride Benz cycles
+Y'all mens are psycho, Killah Hill 'ciples
+More fly generics, money make moves, forget it
+We got this locked since nineteen-seven
+So many rods and weapons, ain't no more reppin's
+Take the shit back, faggot, we hate that
+Meet the real, we lock the real, me/him lock the steel
+Pop off, pull out, drop them bills
+I run with all real killas, all for realers
+Nikes on, awesome gorillas
+Want more then kill 'em, front war, reveal 'em
+I want him stretched out, listen, he lost the buildin'
+All fly gangstas, more bankers, hundred wit' us
+We ex-dust niggas, don't even touch my drink
+Fuck around, get shanked, stabbed, shot and broke
+Ya' yolked and he blast-es through you in the faint
+All my niggas get paint, yo what's my name?
+Lexus Diamond, Ice Water Inc
+
+[Interlude: Masta Killa]
+Huh.. (uh-uh-uh-uh)
+Uh! Yeah!
+Once again in the motherfuckin' place
+Fix yo' motherfuckin' face, nigga
+Yeah.. you know how we gets down
+Me and this mixo, we so.. we so tight
+Lex Diamond sound, and uh
+I bees the High Chief, Jamel Arief
+Straight from East Medina
+And uh.. yo.. yeah!
+Yeah.. huh!
+
+[Masta Killa]
+They started jammin' in the park, just after dark
+Two turntables and their DJ scratchin'
+Words seemed to have an attraction when they rhymin'
+Hip-hop caused the guns to start sparkin'
+Temperature risin'
+Drape a nigga up with the ratchet, less talkin'
+Caught him on the 'nard, bomb like a G. hard
+Explosion rocks the Promenade, I'm God
+And he show and provin', 'knowledge how he movin'
+Smift as the wisdom, move from my gate in a drunken state
+I wrote this degree, adjust ya eyes in the light so you could see
+Never fall victim, dictate the fate
+Leave the bake for the snake
+If he take than I take his head without question
+In the one to fourteen check the Justice lesson
+Now uh!
+
+[Interlude: Inspectah Deck]
+Uh! It's the pineapple Daquiri fuckin' up ya mindstate
+Ya heard? (Yeah) Spread the motherfuckin' word
+Yo!
+
+[Inspectah Deck]
+I'm from where it's real, niggas peal ya' orange
+We want enough bricks that we could build apartments
+I. General in the field of marksmen
+The Bad Boys wit' me ain't Will or Martin
+Feel what I'm droppin', I spit the ill doctrine
+Spot him deep in the Killah Hill poppin'
+Two feet dug in the dirt, up to the skirt
+Spectator on the sideline lovin' the work
+And my team ain't ya' average, CREAM we handle it
+Fiends seekin' packages, beams and banana clips
+Festo! If you wit' me, let's go!
+The nymphos love me, X-O, X-O
+Boy listen hard, think twice before you get involved
+We hold the weight like cons in the prison yard
+They call the riot squad, we live and in charge
+Y'all non-beleivers get reminded with scars
+It's the pineapple, Rebel I. natural
+Fine wine hundred proof, spittin' mine at you
+(CHUH-PUGH! Nigga!)
+**************************************************
+Blue Diamond(feat. Chip Banks)
+
+[Raekwon]
+Call me the flyest jewel thief in the town jewelry nympho with info
+All I need is three hold me down where the joints at chill
+Its one big rockless glass And its blue play it low when we snatch that
+Rock your black outfit kid Im going out kid you all mouth kid
+Be the driver chill out kid Snatch the glass the we all on hold on Lord
+Who holding it who bought the idea duke Its over with
+No funny guy business what is this its just realness
+Its only us who willing to steal this
+Got my whole life on it Mans wife on it throw my black Nikes on it
+With sons ready to Ike for it my position is contain yal
+Sort of like dope fame on yal
+Blowing game on yal Lets get this paper
+Start vaporizing think about legalizing
+Plus you went wrong now im Penalizing
+
+[Chorus x2: Chip Banks]
+Diamonds, grande y azul
+Aiyyo we got chopo
+And you can get some too
+Take money
+
+[Raekwon]
+Yelling out asta la vesta last name masesta mean feon smoke with feces
+Publicize this im go rise don in disguise
+That will throw his arm out of five that fly
+Jewel specialist fool specialist
+Move like Professionalist strengthen paper excellent
+Might be painting your town
+Throw the drink down blowing it real-estate style
+Feel my weight now Chilling healthy
+And came up game up tore the frame up
+Got to vote for the mayor later
+Snatch something I believe in some call it thieving
+But I call it extra dough on the weekend
+Me and my family breezing so much ice its Freezing
+The Dean switching up for a reason out of nature we be g'ing
+Some of these spots Korean That saten gleam got me peeing??
+
+[Chorus x2: Chip Banks]
+We get chop dough?
+And you know its true
+Ayo we get chop dough
+And you can get some to
+
+[Raekwon]
+
+Ayo the topic is laying in the tropics ill ass clique to rock with
+We deligating on the block kid money invested in a deal
+Lets stress it on the real side burning big phills holding bills
+Technique Made us all meet Made me sit back repeat each
+Started from the fame of the week
+This is glory mandotory phat dough
+Rocking my hand to bring cash to support me
+
+[Chorus: x2]
+**************************************************
+Chris Rock[Sample: Chris Rock]
+They can find Saddam Hussein in a fucking hole
+But you can't tell me who shot 2Pac?
+**************************************************
+Wu Tang At It Again DJ Riddler Mix[Raekwon]
+Word up to ferrier man
+Shout out to ferrier
+Got about six of my minks in that bitch man
+Word up man
+Its going down man
+Listen to the plan
+Automatic money
+**************************************************
+Abaleya kopalaAbaleya kopala
+**************************************************
+Big Beat[Intro]
+Yeah
+Ayo Al, what up nigga?
+It’s Rae, man, you know we told ‘em we gon’ do
+
+[Verse 1]
+Ayo, they claim the greatest of all time is me, straight legend
+The range, the weapon [?] to run with your shine
+Blow a hundred shots and bounce, light up
+We in the night up from sunset to dawn, light it up
+See the mutts’ first breakout, pardon my nuts, and grab it
+Where your boss at, faggot?
+Switching lanes, tidier chains, listening to the things you saying
+With no money, motherfucker—not a dime
+I rhyme regular, still, but wish some competitors come real
+It’s all about intelligent lines (Be yourself, nigga)
+Yeah, that cardboard tough talk is weak
+It’s maybe ‘bout six thousand of y’all and maybe three I keep
+Mold and shape like I’m growing a plant
+I stand, this is raw weight, don’t get knocked
+I got to say it, it’s no hating (Gotta say it)
+I’m just a real nigga with taste, kid (Yup)
+All ass synthetic, daddy, and bass, kid (Yeah)
+Stuck bottles, fucking, a fat model riding (Aww, shit)
+Them goggles with the GGs all on my face
+Pick a place, make your album crazy
+I come through the race and put you back in your space
+
+[Break]
+Ha, and stay the fuck out my face
+And get the fuck out the place
+Get your ass [?]
+Yo, let’s keep feeding these niggas, man
+Let’s make hip-hop even more special
+Word up, you know what time it is, man
+It’s like, they like Jolly Ranchers
+Cooking light tonight?
+Yeah, yo
+Ayo, ayo, ayo
+
+[Verse 2]
+Ayo, the Chef, Marlon Brando, Black Rambo
+Lord of the guns; Killah Hill, where it’s 200 Rambos (We got 200 Rambos)
+Grease one fiend for traffic
+Get in the mix, we got fifties, half-ounces of six
+Playing Lionel and Diana, talking on the phone to a whore
+“Bring the baggies, take the thousand to Nana”
+While I’m in the zone, cat daddy, indica home
+Blowing Earth weed, pardon me, Perth weed
+Looking good, smelling like Indonesia (Yes)
+Hair full of waves in the caves of Pisa
+Chilling singing that “Mona Lisa”
+Gold teeth in my mouth, handful of rings, the thiefster
+All I know is “Rob ‘em, wing ‘em”
+Under the building, blinging, 24 hours of slanging
+Caking off G and staking off
+Me and some goons from different parts of the Mediterr-ean
+They thought all my brothers were Korean
+Japan know me well, stop, that’s the Chef riding a BM
+X6LIGT, me, twenty years old (Yo) inside of rap’s mausoleum
+Black man, free him
+Any real gangsta nigga or backpacker who love rap better see him
+C-H-E-F or A-L-C-H-E-M, ayo, I-S-T ‘em (Ayy, yo yo yo)
+
+[Outro]
+Ayo, Alchemist, man
+Let ‘em know what we doing, my nigga
+Know this is motherfucking War of the Roses right here
+Real diabolical, deadly shit
+Let’s go
+**************************************************
+Range Rover (Sport)[Intro: Raekwon]
+All that heroin out there, nigga
+I can't tell, nigga, what's up
+I can't tell you nothing no more
+
+[Verse 1:Raekwon]
+Pull up the Range sport, blow in the back of the trunk
+Color sickening, bitches is blunt
+Snitches get plucked and popped, cut and chopped, and yo
+We generate hoods and hide this gwop
+For all the blocks we invading, we be caking & strip naked
+I know you wasn't selling by the building, I feel the hating
+Dust blunts with heroin, servin up Steak'ems
+Shot him by the building, yo, and spit on his laces
+Rich niggas'll rise, more eyes, yo, Busta, what up?
+Chilling like we at thе 25's out
+Night time is vibe, pies gеt thrown to guys
+You fuck up this money, bones is fried
+I'ma stay fly, getting paper, sit on a ten acre kitchen
+Bout the size of the Ritz at Penn Station, yup
+Rich niggas we spot you, stay genuine, cousin
+Do your numbers, fam, regardless, yo, we got you
+
+[Interlude: Raekwon]
+Hahahaha... ahhhh, do it nigga, there, you should fucking..
+Fucked up New York Yankee hats on fronting
+Niggas know Cuban Linx when they hear it nigga
+Huh... I'm the motherfucking Ali of the game, bitch
+
+[Verse 2: Raekwon]
+Nigga Chef back, wood back, he in the good Ac'
+What's hood, me in your hood, we got the good crack
+Don't violate me, I hate, I'm like Star and Buc
+In the morning, I'm mourning, wild on the fake, yo
+Stay dropping bracelets, cases of Cryst' and Cru'
+Don't even move duke, take off your shoes
+We hardbody action packed, keep a baboon
+The jewels is back, with strappers on, come take it
+Shoebox with nothing but hash, alotta old ass
+Wallies is off the meat rack, splash
+Nigga, Diamond down, moving like China Town
+Me and forty-five mad real niggas, we light clowns up now
+**************************************************
+Piss In The Shark Tank[Intro: Raekwon]
+Yeah (stop breathing like that man)
+Uh huh, just slide in the back
+It’s right there for you pa, go get that man, it’s right there (niggas is thirsty man)
+
+[Verse: Raekwon]
+I’m like a tame wolf when it come to fighting these pits
+We see grub yo, vulture juice spray on my dick
+A acrobat, holding two MACs, it’s all in my width
+High times got the dimes in the hood, we gotta hit
+Larger than ice, carve niggas’ domes with knifes
+And cuddle thousands of birds and roll ‘em in rice
+All that’s more [?]
+2017 with the Swiss cheese at-bats, throwing hollow caps
+The mansions were big, bottles of [?]
+I only rock lambskins, y’all pussies is cats
+What now? Hunt nothing down, it's all threaded
+Watch us makе a fly sweater, y’all bettеr run, you ready?
+Jewelry take it off, that's me killer, you know the drill
+Keep quiet, stand still, chill, slide me a bill
+I'ma do it for my niggas lost in Rikers
+Now they got spikers, just make it home on the real
+Ayo my slang go in convulsions
+If you know the time it’s like Love Potion No. 9 for niggas who crying
+I study the best and dusty the bowl
+And anything between the line, Escobar the magnetic Boy George rhyme
+Run a rep for the strongest, from here to VA
+VA to PA, some shot niggas up for lying
+This belongs in the veteran’s book, of writing wrongs
+Let it live catch gray hairs, y’all stepping stone dons
+I’m implying that these young boys, keep eyeing
+Black some can’t hustle ‘cause they stay wining and dining
+Up the wrong hole, ceiling get tapped
+Don’t off-road just like BMW’s, Range’s and Land Rove’s
+**************************************************
+Life’s HecticLife's hectic
+And a bitch being skeptic
+
+
+
+(...)
+**************************************************
+1000 2 MillionIt's a million to 2
+What's you gonna do?
+
+
+
+(...)
+**************************************************
+DJ Riddler BlendThe honey with the money
+
+
+
+(...)
+**************************************************
+The TruthThe national guard, still tearing the hood apart
+
+
+
+(...)
+**************************************************
+Shame on a Nigga (Snippet)Back in 93
+We said shame on a nigga who doesn't put the Clan on the front!
+
+
+
+
+(...)
+**************************************************
+Make MovesMy game is extra large
+How did niggas like you end up in the game?
+
+
+(...)
+**************************************************
+Gangsta CazalsYo, Chef!
+Show them what's you gonna do!
+
+
+(...)
+**************************************************
+Down SouthIf things go wrong
+Ima bounce down south
+
+
+(...)
+**************************************************
+A Few Good MenA few good men exist in this world
+
+
+
+(...)
+**************************************************
+Ain’t No JokeYeah, like Rakim, I ain't no joke
+
+
+
+(...)
+**************************************************
+FaceTimeHey baby, wanna face time?
+
+
+
+(...)
+**************************************************
+WeedYeah, scratch it up RZA...
+It's Raekwon bitches
+
+
+
+(...)
+**************************************************
+Apple JaxYeah I'm sitting here
+With the Apple Jax on...
+
+
+
+(...)
+**************************************************
+EnemyA general can never live
+With the shame of retreat
+
+
+
+(...)
+**************************************************
+Gun KingYeah, you know how I go
+
+
+(...)
+**************************************************
+Spring Water (DJ Riddler Blend)The water from the spring
+That's gonna make your tongue ring
+
+
+(...)
+**************************************************
+Starks & ChefIt's the Chef and Tony Stark!!
+
+
+
+(...)
+**************************************************
+Intro (CCC)Yeah, lets go
+It's the Chef, cooking cocaine
+
+
+
+(...)
+**************************************************
+House of WaxWhen the OG appears you must hide
+
+
+
+(...)
+**************************************************
+Ice Water (Snippet)The water is cold as ice
+
+
+
+(...)
+**************************************************
+(Intro) Unexpected VictoryYeah
+That was an unexpected victory!
+
+
+
+(...)
+**************************************************
+Wu Tang ProductionNo need for introduction
+It's another banging, Wu-Tang production
+
+
+(...)
+**************************************************
+Still Killin’ (Verse Off Kay Slay)Still killing, still tryna earn a living
+
+
+
+(...)
+**************************************************
+Who Would Have ThoughtReal nigga looking for money like a pig looking for food
+
+
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+(...)
+**************************************************
+VaticanLike Vatican, I'm the holiest of these niggas
+
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+
+(...)
+**************************************************
+Black DustMoving the black dust
+
+
+
+(...)
+**************************************************
+Pop OffBefore I show off
+I gotta pop off
+
+
+(...)
+**************************************************
+Major WavesYeah, who want mine???
+Beat
+Beat
+Beat
+**************************************************
+Kids That RichUsed to drive around Iced Out with Gucci jackets and diamond watches with Stingray straps arms hanging out the windows
+
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+(...)
+**************************************************
+Six 6sLet the bitches beg
+
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+
+(...)
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