Raekwon

[fox69]

"Lead Season"

"Lead Season"


[Intro:]
Yeah
Talk to me, man
Word up, man
Park that thing over there, man
Yeah, all that inside is marble, nigga
Take me over there and give me three White Owls, nigga
Word up, man
Yeah
Give me that shit, man
Let's go, nigga

[Verse 1:]
Park the Red Baron Beamer in the back of the cleaners
'Laxin' with a army, gun team of meta Yinas
And my blow like Floyd Landis
The chain I wear is skinny, baby, but the weight 80 grand
Jumpin' out of solid shit, rugby marathon
This the raw paragon, smoke with Agallah
Flow is designed for the Ghost
But I don't want if it's not biting the head off
Come see me slap a don
Great, take me and the connect with the crimies
Back when me and Flex kidnapped the 90s
I was king, call me Luther Lebron
Make a dream team appear, courtside seats in them Karmas
Known for my get-down and fly wear
It's usually my eyewear that make me buy up everything, bong
I'm an old Fila king with wings on
C-card night suit, sharp A, gold-faced Milan

[Hook:]
We gettin' 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
We gettin' 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:]
Aye yo, full linen goose down to the Timbs
The gems is coke boy money, lay in the 700 Benz
Blowin' cheeba, dumpin' ashes
The class of last year, that'll throw your head through the glass
.45 all diamonds in it, grimies did it
Chinese killers'll jump out and give it
I will post in the New York Post
Blueberry Ghost, use steady motion when I'm aimin' my bitch
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 tellin', it ain't a issue
Fakes get cakes with bombs in it
Coolin' in the velvet room, pullin' mad pussy, I'm born with it
Yeah, boo, the texture is cashmere
I'll beat your man up, drop 500 and blow and smash gears

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Letter To Big"

"Letter To Big"


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

Yo Big what's going on good brother
Baby Pa 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 Sty, 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'ma 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 curse'n
Casting out my love for real, You Don't 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'ma 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

 

[fox69]

"Live From New York"

"Live From New York"


Li-li-live from New York [x2]
Is you watchin
Whats on my motherfuckin neck nigga
Li-li-live from New York [x2]
Live from New York

Yo Yo
All white bolon
The allie pulled on
Kept his fade low
Rocked swade in the snow
Blue Tahoe
A wizard on the keyboard
Eyes look bloodshot lord
Nevermind that
Claim the award
In the system we just missed'em
Came through bangin nuthin but Wu
The crowd blitzed'em
Much love
Autograph
Carryin the champaigne glasses
Crazy asses
Niggas on his neck like ski masks
Chill step on me
Axe slash through a little fifty
And crash
I wanna drink knew shed pocket the cash
Buck Samonite hype nigga
Iron Man blowin the mic
You motherfucken 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 Ow
Thats Staten Isle love no doubt
Oh God he had a take bout a hundred
Some strange nigga thought he had arranged
God gone blunted
Pay attention its cinch 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
When niggas hug you

[Chorus: x2]
Gettin money and laced up
Live from New York
Gettin' reefer to blaze up
Live from New York
Gettin' Niggas to dance
Aiyyo and throw both hands up
Wont pull their pants up
Live from New York

Yo Yo
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
Strait up Brolox style
Layin in the cut
Bottles strictly done
Ring the alarm
Rollie on the arm
Arms crossed two sneakers on
Fly shit
Nikes the majority
NYC state of mind
And we talk with authority
5 borrows is sterile
Still out of town playin mellow
I thought I seen Shalon swade yelow
Rippin' it
New six flippin' it
Shorty is drip dippin' in it
When she sit through dick in it
Came to conclusions
Whats the solution when your 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 thats a scar on us

[Chorus: x3]

 

[fox69]

"Live To Die"

"Live To Die"


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 connected
Scars there, put your money up [?]

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:]
Kill niggas, let it die, live with the feelings
We don't know no other way, just get millions
Pyrex kings and the cartels connected
Scars there, put your money up [?]

 

[fox69]

"Luxury Rap"
(feat. Fred Da Godson & JD ERA)

"Luxury Rap"
(feat. Fred Da Godson & JD ERA)



[Verse 1: Raekwon]
This the Terrordome, where niggas get tied up, Berretta blown
Or whip the vanilla 200X lebanon
Doofie gauge, 38s, 300 rebels strong
Out in Grenada, chilling snow pebbles on prosperous
Hugh Heff's fucking [?]
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 Valores
Thug couple Rugby boys who get fly and break jaws
And take papes the stakes is yours

[Verse 2: Fred Da 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
Fresh shit, they on it, no matter what 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 Wallabees on
I would wrong if I told everybody get your weight up
But 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
Wait up, it's 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

[Verse 3:]
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

 

[fox69]

"M&N"
(feat. P.U.R.E)

"M&N"
(feat. P.U.R.E)



[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 [?] 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

[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

[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

 

[fox69]

"Make You Pay"

"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'm a 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'm a 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 I'll wrist, His style is Park Hill-ness, Built miss
Show em how I feel, Let em fill all the mail out, I'll 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 with it
Come on toast Me, You, RZA, Ghost, Meth, Real vivid
Still beefin, Still gettin it
We just predicted it, We just I'll 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 x2]

 

[fox69]

"Marvin"
(feat. Ceelo Green)

"Marvin"
(feat. Ceelo Green)



[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

[CeeLo Green:]
Marvin, the sound of your voice
Sets fire my soul
What a glory to be hold
Marvin, my heart, my heart still wonders how
I just hope you're happy now

[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

[CeeLo Green:]
Marvin, the sound of your voice
Sets fire my soul
What a glory to be hold
Marvin, my heart, my heart still wonders how
I just hope you're happy now

[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 Tammy Terell
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

[CeeLo Green:]
Marvin, the sound of your voice
Sets fire my soul
What a glory to be hold
Marvin, my heart, my heart still wonders how
I just hope you're happy now

Marvin
Marvin
It's the sound of the music
Marvin
Marvin
Marvin

 

[fox69]

"Masters Of Our Fate"
(feat. Black Thought)

"Masters Of Our Fate"
(feat. Black Thought)



[Sample: Winston Churchill]
Now we are the masters of our fate
That the task which has been set us is not above our strength
That it's pangs and toils are not beyond our endurance
As long as we have faith in our cause and an 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
Long as we have faith, an unconquerable will-power
Salvation will not be denied us

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
The time has come, I've just begun, this is designer rum
My wallet got flowers on it, kill it cowards
From the land, the stolen land, where gold chains control a man
Three hundred holding hands, stolen grams
I play the phantom, waving,
Leave that nigga for dead, or should I save him
Spitting out phlegm, no, just grave them
I remember days, I used work for niggas, eat jerk with niggas
Buying whip, is laughing and joking, trying 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
Twenty four hours of slang motion, wave brush
Ya knew my hair was the ocean, running through the building
Just negation, some of the creeps
Knew me very well, knew he would sell, knew he was potent

[Sample:]
Now we are the masters of our fate
That the task which has been set us is not above our strength
That it's pangs and toils are not beyond our endurance
As long as we have faith in our cause and an unconquerable will-power
Salvation will not be denied us

[Verse 2: Black Thought]
OK, bridges I burn some, lessons I learn some
Money, I spent some, lent some, earn some
My eyes tell it, tell her the hell I return from
Spark up an L from the homeys I haven't heard from
Burn when the herbs come, I'm living large
Never chilling on the curb, just a villain on the verge, son
My tenth shot is as efficient as the third one
Second one, first one, worse come to worse run
When I was pushed out the womb, the Earth spun
The only way to describe this is inertia
Some rappers think they can try me, who the first up?
I don't guarantee no survivors, niggas, surf's up
Yeah, soul on ice, courage is sacrifice
Hold on tight, and save your laughter for the afterlife
These chumps thinking they good, ain't even half as nice
Your fate'll be a one way ticket to paradise, what?

[Sample:]
Now we are the masters of our fate
That the task which has been set us is not above our strength
That it's pangs and toils are not beyond our endurance
As long as we have faith in our cause and an unconquerable will-power
Salvation will not be denied us
Salvation will not be denied us
In the words of the Psalmist
"He shall not be afraid of evil tidings
His heart is fixed, trusting in the Lord."

 

[fox69]

"Mean Streets"
(feat. Inspectah Deck & Ghostface Killah)

"Mean Streets"
(feat. Inspectah Deck & Ghostface Killah)



[Intro: Raekwon (man)]
(Aiyo, 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 our rentals)

[Chorus x2: Suga Bang Bang]
For these mean streets from Cali to New York
Who could ya trust? Niggaz they do talk
Running from the feds and out of state troopers
Look up ahead, you know we got sharp shooters

[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
Niggaz 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 pace of a CREAM chasing team
Trying to come through the hood and lie, get left for dead naked in Queens
Let them other niggaz 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 pijamas
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

[Chorus x2]

[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 with 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 niggaz are stunting for nathin'

[Ghostface Killah:]
Aiyo, my gun been in more niggaz mouths than a whore had dick
With creamy nuts on the side of her jaw
It's Rigatone, nigga, sliding through airports
Riding on niggaz like MJ, same day I rocked you, comprende?
Yeah, I'm kinda off cause 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
Toney Starks from the octagon, my ox is on
Snap Matt Hughes' neck with my boxers on

[Chorus x2]