Raekwon

[fox69]

"Soldier Story"
(feat. JD ERA)

"Soldier Story"
(feat. JD ERA)



[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
Everything 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 [?], 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]

 

[fox69]

"Sonny's Missing"

"Sonny's Missing"


[sample: 'The Killer']
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)
Eight million stories, nigga
Word up, from the hard streets of Norfolk
Motherfucker to New York, all over the world, nigga
We win, all day everyday, nigga (Son is missing right now, man)
Ya bitch-ass nigga, watch what happens (Get on it man, for real)
Check the shit, yo, aiyo, aiyo...

[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
Chiba lit, blood on his Adidas was thick
One second homey, walked over, weapon was boney
Long nose joint, "Hold him", grabbed the nigga head, broke his Roley
Where the blow shorty? Shorty start smiling, "Y'all niggaz is puss"
Yo, Lex, these niggaz, ain't vets, they gush
Chunk of meat flew off his cheek bone, broke a seat
Had a hole in his 'Lo shirt and took all his weed
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 Beemer and them glasses is rough
They was the Furla joints, eighteen karets, bought 'em right in Brazil
He had the steal on 'I'm, niggaz went savage, they had him spread out
T position, opened his jeans up
Shot him in the leg bone, he rose up like Kung Tut
Still riffing, this why for real my niggaz'll still get it
All of us yelling, he I'll with it
Mouth bloody, muddy Gucci joints on, them shits was nine hundred
Couldn't wait to kill him, his sons wanted it
Champion hoody was gone, they broke his neck in like five places
Pushed him down the rail and it skipped his face

[Outro: Raekwon]
Yo, chill, nigga, chill
Police, police, the bullhorn... [sirens wailing]
(Aiyo, son, niggaz better start flushing the fucking toilet, man)
They just fucking killed this nigga, my nigga
(Better stop leaving ya dirty fucking Fila hoodies around, man)
Hit this nigga in the back of his fucking head
You, man? (Yo, man, the nigga whole fucking head desintegrated, nigga)
(There's a hundred police outside) Listen, B, aiyo...
They running through the building, man
(Y'all niggaz gotta shut the fuck up, man)
(Then you wonder why niggaz be getting busted?
Man, y'all niggaz 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)

 

[fox69]

"Soundboy Kill It"
(feat. Melanie Fiona)

"Soundboy Kill It"
(feat. Melanie Fiona)



Settle in this real till 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, use it in the cash
Keep it above, we and Louis something

My style, my flight, my weather
Yeah, I drive high plus fly, you a double
Me and Ciroc with a kettle
Throwing cream at shorty, love it, he a rebel

Watch the sun
Ciroc with a kettle, that's why we here
Watch the sun
I see so many scars here
I'm gonna find another way
'Cause we grinding, hurting
Scream like we tore up in two
And the sea about to fall
And the sea about to fall

Hey yo, out of the slums to hell
When the get thrown in a cell
I'm like a whale and anything other, then I'm a sell
Black, I'm going to jail
I was alright chilling, shorty came by
Let me all night filling I'm an alright villain
Keep a pocket knife, if I got a brawl, I'm willing
Be yelling, you about the light, ball right fellows
It was real, couldn't stop this all night chilling
Step out, it's money up at night, all villain
First round you down, sit down, clown killer
I'm rad just to put you down my nigga
Roll block villa, catch to blow hells in the Soho hotels
Getting swell, my niggas, this is the first White Cell, my niggas
And that's why I'm eating pretty well, my nigga

Watch the sun
Ciroc with a kettle, that's why we here
Watch the sun
I see so many scars here
I'm gonna find another way
'Cause we grinding, hurting
Scream like we tore up in two
And the sea about to fall
And the sea about to fall

 

[fox69]

"Spot Rusherz"

"Spot Rusherz"


[street noise and a St. Ide's commercial play in the background]
[these raps are best guess based on what's heard as Rae talks]

[Ghost]
Who's the Wallabe kid, dressed down, could never be Son
Ricochet daily hit the deli for a cold one
May I be blessed yes? My rap is like a laser beam
that blow between the bushes, St. Ide's and I the king of tings

[U-God]
Crack the bottle of the St. Ide's, sippin it's real
and thrillin will I, drink it and we only
too be dope, you can't die, them peoples do lie
And if the street don't know, you're full of slang cane pain

[RZA]
It was hot, on the spot, so I jetted up the block
I said, ock, I'm hot, let's go sit on the bay by the docks
of the black, I'm fully packed, always got my Trojan
Heads got bottles open, fill my cup till flowin

[conversation]
All that good shit
Yeah
KnowhatI'msayin, you come in, you come in lookin flavorful
Word
YouknowhatImean? You the whole shit of the whole night
But I've seen it though, knowhatI'msayin? Like I seen it
You know, my G is too futuristic for that shit, knowhatI'msayin?
Word, did you try to get a little swerve kid on?
Tried to man, youknowhatI'msayin, but she was come pullin off
Word
Word?
Just come pullin off her as her drawers
Worrrd
Fuck that bitch though, knowhatI'msayin? Shoulda, on the real
Yo yo tonight feel like a nigga gonna get burnt
Yeah yeah
It's like you hear something tomorrow right
Some like yo, blahzay blahe
It's the wind, I'm tellin you
Yeah yeah word
It's the air, I can feel it
It feel hot, it feel feel hot at night and shit like
the sun ain't even out
Yo the sun don't shine nobody, knowhatI'msayin?

[Lyrics: Raekwon the Chef]
Yeah
One-two, one-two, nigga
Line for line, line for line
How we get down wit da rhyme
Yo, it be a line for line, line for line
This is how we get down
Yeah, line for line, line for line
This is how we get down

Yo! Can you feel me?
Storytellin rap Magellan I ain't tellin
Them niggaz ran in the spot for sellin
Word up, pushed up, man got mushed up
Seen him at a rap show actin like fat cat though
Glasses gold, shinin like a real big boy
This nigga had mega ice on Chips Ahoy!
Cat surrounded, this political brown kid
All out the wind yo, my man walked in
Pullin mints out son had mad clientele
Order me Cristal twice Kion, chill!
Watch them niggaz, aiyyo that clique's from outta state
They bubble weight in Far Rockaway with Blake Carrington
You know the kid with the most doe-getters
And terrors on fat shit clique they rock Lo sweaters
That's my man, that's my man too
Call him up on the strength of the Wu
And watch me game, yo grab the cell
I got a heist to pull off well
At the end of the week, I'm buyin you a L
Lexus nigga, I ain't talkin bout Hancock
No time for weed plus no time to get locked
That night, up in the staircase
Cousin had me laced out, skeed all outta my face
We gon' get dat cruchy chump for all of his lump
Don't try to front, you was sweatin this Hilfidiger
Guess who walked in - Abbott and his man from Farragut
Confront him wit the Ruger on his back, walk in black
Where's your man, where's the sky blue Land at?
Stop playin Wu in the back, smacked him wit the gat
(Yo, money said he be here in fifteen!)
Stop lyin, wait for the Millenia green to pull up
He got the Donna Karen shit on, two rings
Six carats a piece plus the chain swing
Like anchors on ships flooded wit all diamond chips
Back pockets: two clips - four-fifths wit rubber grips
Layin, two bottles of brass I was slayin
Meditatin, red dot be waitin for my payment
Heard the key in the lock, cocked the glock
Turn the lights out, dip behind the couch
Kion, gag his mouth
Infra-redded his head when he entered
But a soft Perry Ellis leather with Dorinda
A friend of, Kion's wife, Kenya, the bitch larger than life
Yo, shorty be fuckin mad Columbian niggaz
Fuck it, get on the floor meet the black Lex Luthor
Stripped fast, the bitch had on Claiborne drawers
Yo Rae, you about to scrape her, chill Ghost
Thought for a second, turned around
Threw the nine in his meatloaf
Yo, where's the cash and the stash that's mixed?
I don't know!
Shot his hand, he started screamin like a bitch!

 

[fox69]

"State Of Grace"
(feat. RZA)

"State Of Grace"
(feat. RZA)



[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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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, niggaz 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

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"State Of Grace (Remix)"
(feat. Busta Rhymes)

"State Of Grace (Remix)"
(feat. Busta Rhymes)



[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]

 

[fox69]

"Staten (We Go Hard)"
(feat. Brevi)

"Staten (We Go Hard)"
(feat. Brevi)



[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 4X: Brevi]
Staten, we go hard, we go hard
Staten, we go hard, we go hard

[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 uzi's, make movies
Cut niggas faces, pretty boys, groupies
Ride through the city, guns on, kuffies
Living like jail, it's real, ya'll 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 4X w/ Hook]

[Hook 2X: Raekwon]
S-H-A-O-L, I-N, we, kill again

[Raekwon]
Wu-Tang, went platinum, Meth platinum
Ghost, Chef, platinum, that's the raw, captain
We war, ya'll 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 4X w/ Hook 2X]

[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'mma 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 muthafuckas 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]

[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

 

[fox69]

"Stick Up Music"
(feat. Busta Rhymes & Uncle Murda)

"Stick Up Music"
(feat. Busta Rhymes & Uncle Murda)



[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
It's Flipmode bitch! Categorize my word as gospel
YEAH!

[Verse 1: 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 2: 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 with 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 with 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 3: 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'm a 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!)

 

[fox69]

"Striving For Perfection"
(feat. Ghostface Killer)

"Striving For Perfection"
(feat. Ghostface Killer)



Yeah yeah I'm tired of doing this shit
Aight word, aight I'ma set it
Tell me how you feel man
Yo son, check the fly shit son
Sup cousin how you doin?
Yo baby check it man
I got a new connect son, for real man
Fuck all this twenty-four brick shit man
No doubt
My man got out of state for fifteen
Yeah
YouknowhatI'msayin?
Yo know my man's gonna represent PA, politickin to death so
Right right
It's all good, what's up? What you 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

 

[fox69]

"Surgical Gloves"

"Surgical Gloves"


[Intro: Raekwon]
Eight million stories, nigga
Take ya'll niggas somewhere, man
Ya'll niggas never heard niggas rhyme like this before, man
This ain't no Wizard of Oz shit neither, man
For real, man, aiyo

[Raekwon:]
Surgical gloves, snubs in the grass with his blood
Homey hold that, the four black, we black down
Gold Jag', Ol' laughing yo, yo, what the fuck happened?
They clapped him and the scalp it flew that way
Yo why they capped him? It went through his lap
Snatched his older mom's pink hat, took his mango, 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 & 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 thangos
I respect on how the game goes, the same goes
Forget fresh niggas, test niggas, extra bless niggas, with them egos
We blow you out your peacoats
Haha, adios mios, we get them twelve a ki, yo
Keep it moving, slide off in the G.O.'s
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
Cookin 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, yea
(Money) Spend off, I got my win off, have a potent year

[Raekwon:]
X6's red, up in Albany with the dreds
Bags of black, fuck the feds
Papers in Aruba's, 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 mack, stones on the nozzle stick
Bulletproof brocco's with the Jew bitches, all I got is two cracks
Gazelle lenses, clear rude wraps, bagging every ziplock
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 drop head and drop your lip back
Forty-seven quick claps, spray off on something

[Chorus]

[Outro: Raekwon]
Spray on one of ya'll man, the 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 ya'll niggas see, man
But some of ya'll is blind, for real