Raekwon

[fox69]

"Meth V.S. Chef Part II"

"Meth V.S. Chef Part II"


[Intro: Raekwon]
Yo, blow my nose for me, man
Word up, man (fuck them)

[Raekwon:]
Spit in your mouth, piss on your bitch
We them wrist getters, everything real bout this, duke
You fucking with them niggas that's splashed up, slave master's master
Dumb move, blast your slut
We want it all, living in Persia, burn something
Snow White rose, bulldog ershkama
Yo take that, drive that around the corner

[Method Man:]
Yeah, shit on your crew, nigga, it's Wu
Rap athletes, the trap sheet bigger than you
If you ask me, the Cash Rule
Nigga, eat that pussy, you cat food
I sneeze on the track, get at you
I'm sick in the head, I'm getting some head
If she ain't bout getting some bread, don't get in this bed
Real talk, mami, you gotta bounce

[Raekwon:]
Wild like Indians, Al Capone-ians
Not from Chicago, my gun named Margo
It's only when we in beef, we humble in deep
Might kill four-five niggas, die in my sleep
I argue though, who the best, we hardly know
I came through in the S, wash me, yo
Yo, yo, do that for me, go around that car

[Method Man:]
Niggas, digging they nose, and digging they ass
When I got chips, can't none of ya'll dig in my bag
I pop shit, my killas is black, I got chicks that got chicks
My real world realer than rap
I'm hot, bitch, material, Meth, beyond lyrical
Wake up every morning eat that Captain Crunch cereal
That's that shit right there

[Raekwon:]
Dick game super, grupa fish, Cris' Krug' lottos
I'm a bring it back, one wish
Fresh to death, I'm always, always Rae in the hallways
Yeah, always stay
Ya'll rappers gon' feel my pain, but the other way around
When it's going down, I'm gon' rain
That's my chair, nigga, get the fuck out of it

[Method Man:]
Yo, fuck you, pay me, if Dirt Dog could see me now
He'd probably say "Fuck you, pay me"
Blowing smoke clouds, shit's crazy
Doorag your dome, get wavy, rap ain't done shit for me lately
It's ass backwards, this game trynna play me
I bet this never happens to Jay-Z
Get money, fuck them haters, real talk

[Raekwon:]
Pay me, play me, weigh he, just the right measurement
This may happen in a day, G
I'm a keep it real, for real G's, niggas is lame
Industry pussies, we can't feel these
Regardless that I'm paid in flossy, rich in the mind
I do this for the nine niggas who forced me
Ya'll niggas is playing me, man

 

[fox69]

"Miranda"

"Miranda"


[Intro: Raekwon]
Miranda *speaking Spanish*
Yo, man, just let her live, man, stop playing, man
Oh, shit, B, where's Miranda? (She with Chef)

[Raekwon:]
I dreamed it, Chef out in Cuba, a ruger
Thirty thou' on him, out in Mr. Chow, blew a cloud on him
Seen a Latin chick, laughing, clapping
Like your style, homey, tell your proud, hit the Crystal
Now we chatting, coebers and klickos, who do this a size six
She split up, had a brick, I peeped those
Her jeans was fitted, hair twisted, long as a fuck
She looked Indian, titties was plump
Had juicy lips, dimples, imprint on her pussy was mad thick
She grabbed my dick, hopped in the window
We in the Monte Carlo, bravo, uncle named Pablo
Gun connect, and he had his poke in Los Cabos
Good money, honey was strung, playing Luther in the background
Spanish version, my bunny was horny as fuck
Working the kid, we burst later, lay in the bed
Duvet sheets, my face hit the spread
Then time me, I'm not the kind of nigga, I was cool down at night
Drop my gun, shorty, my nigga
Body was sexy, "Lexy, come here, nigga, take off your drawers
Let me suck your dick, nigga, it's yours
Got real watery, Corey, damn you got good dick
You forty" spit on it, position your jaw
Call me 8-Ball, this pussy like China, climb the Great Wall
Then she came like volcanos in the late fall

[Ghostface Killah:]
Lady Miranda, she half black and white like a panda
I met her at the BET Awards, in Atlanta
Glamour girl, shopping in Bloomingdale's, skin pure
Keep a fresh manicure, hands with the cutest nails
Wall Street banker, hold accounts with Jewish now
Big businessmen, who own stocks in computer sales
Meanwhile, I'm checking her jeans out, imagining
Her fat bubble, riding my dick, making her scream out
She got a mean mouth, her lips is like soup coolers
Hotter than niggas riding around with six rugers
Miss Beaulah took a day off with a rich jeweler
When she came back she had a suitcase full of Fig Newtons
I met her at a villa in Vancouver, blowing her man's buddah
Bumping Mary J. and that Grand Puba
Check the 411, from a smooth operator
Got some pictures of her naked, I'll send them to Un later

[Method Man:]
Ay Dio mio, mamacita ass bonita
Remind me of the nights of Del Rio
I met at the Cotto fights, playing my seat though
That night, the linen was white, me and my hijos
Live from Puerto Rico, San Juan, where niggas sniff pedrico
Look at your man wrong, finito
Girl you know how we go, you getting my grown man on
Fuck with you primo, maybe I'm hands on, I'll massage your ego
And be the love of your life, you know your people, a thug and his wife
Gave a look, she was touching my ice, so I looked at my dick
Like don't worry, we fucking tonight
She boricua, cinnamon skin, sign is Libra
She like wife beaters and men that like to eat her
Then I meet your feet up, meet me in room 112, light this reefer
You act right, and after tonight, I might keep ya

 

[fox69]

"Missing Watch"
(feat. Ghostface Killah, Polite)

"Missing Watch"
(feat. Ghostface Killah, Polite)



[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 niggaz wanna play me for test
Shit fell off ya hand Lord? Stop it, I'm eyein niggaz in they faces
After that I'm goin at niggaz pockets
The watch, faggot yeah, y'all niggaz got my shit
"Yo Lex we family, I helped you cop yo' shit"
Then help me find my shit!
Eye-ballin every fake Frankie Lymon in the joint
Break out, find my shit!
Yeah, yo now I got robbed, I smell it
Mad bitches walkin' by the fella tryin' to crochet, bitch spell it!
Listen trick, be out, bounce
Blew an ounce off of weed in the bitch face, she pulled out two white owls
"Everybody back the fuck up, move!
Chef, you actin' like a loose cannon, Pah, with you and your dudes"
If my shit come up, cool
Matter of fact, clack-clack-clack-clack, niggas pulled out tools

[Chorus: 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, dropped out the shit
Equipped with the dipped courdouroy Bailey's with the cream stitch
Powerhouse biscuits that blow roofs off
Rae watch is missin', you take ya boots off
And take off those 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

[Chorus]

[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 him and ran
Surround the Don, full body armor automatically on
The faggots passed off the watch and gone
(yo y'all niggas ain't searchin' shit!)
Yo where the big mouth at? Niggas step up
Matter of fact nigga, 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]

 

[fox69]

"Molasses"
(feat. Rick Ross & Ghostface Killah)

"Molasses"
(feat. Rick Ross & Ghostface Killah)



[Intro: Raekwon]
Yo, legend, what's good, legend, what's going on?
(Yo, we gotta do the intro over and all that, right?) Ice H2O
(Ight, keep all that, keep all that) Keep our palace, nigga
Yeah, word up, yeah, yeah, yeah, turn me up, son
Yo, Ross, what up, my nigga? (Murderous shit) Aiyo, aiyo

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Word to the gold panamaras, and to the wood grain in my labo
I go the extra mile, my flow scaffolds
Crew cuts, the older niggas, the same rumors, just the same goons
When niggas catch visions of killing capos
Palestinian armor, golden rocket launcher, my aunt
She copped it from me, bought it in Rwanda
See demons scheming, 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 slinging like Siemens, the snortable Beemers
They love calling niggas names out, you screaming
Feds try to tap us and plus clap us, niggas'll grab Bust'
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
Bagging dope up in the backseat, your packages walk
Holding my girl wedding ring, she Medellin
Name is Coretta King, live in Alpharetta and she never leave me
Flow freely this is all graffiti, the cloth I'm cut from
Is straight from a rich nigga genie

[Chorus x2: 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

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
The fucking Juan Don, yeah, Su Wu-Tang
Still gritty, leave the pretty to the females
The watch mother pearl weather seashells
Pick of the litter, have this nigga picking paper up
Twitter thug, I'm the townline strangler
Get 'em up, banging dangerous as angel dust
Cuban Linx smoking 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
Sparking purple once a nigga done spaghetti slurping
Fly away in my new, Scabetti, surfing

[Chorus x2: 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

[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]
Yo, we in the back roasting marshmallows, bottles of Cru'
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 Gibaud's
Bought a Dairy Queen in Queens right next to Lowe's
IMAX Theaters, Astoria Waldorf
Philip Drummer suite, pretty young thing sucking my balls off
Bubble baths, hash, zooted up, eyes closed
Silk drawers, fronting in my key lime pie Wall-o's
And I still got a half a key indeed, Frank Lucas shit
Hidden in coffins, flying over seas
And if you ever try to ruin my night
I'm a make sure my best pawn put like three in your kite
Shot caller, laying in big laws
Rock of Gibraltar, my pinky joint, killer like Orca
Daytime hawk, a nasty street author
Me, Rae and Rick, Uzi'd out in the Porsche's
Case we gotta Warner bro, like Malcolm-Jamal
I'm a 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

[Chorus x2: 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

[Outro:]
Army shit, nigga
Camouflage, guerrilla shit, nigga
You know what it is, man
Yo, Lex, talk, yeah
Where ya man at? Let's go
Stay together, my nigga

 

[fox69]

"MTV Cribs"
(feat. Busta Rhymes)

"MTV Cribs"
(feat. Busta Rhymes)



[Intro: Raekwon]
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the most extravagant flashy lifestyle
Of the wealthy and comfortable. I'm a be your host tonight
We gonna be exhibiting the fly palace of my brother Raekwon the Chef's
Nineteen thousand square feet deluxe villa. Let's walk inside

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Hey yo, 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
Frigerator see-thru, 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]
Yes, ladies and gentlemen. These are the most exotic
Illustrious mansions in the world. We will step inside
My nigga Bussa Bus next level, tri-dimensional sector of his
Exclusive imported ceramic style-slash-frontier shit. Mr. Bus

[Busta Rhymes:]
Yo

[Raekwon:]
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, eighteenth 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'm a celebrate til they respect a
Success story with trucks unloading imperial nectar
Too many whips, I built a valet
Hundred thousand 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

 

[fox69]

"Musketeers Of Pig Alley"
(feat. Inspectah Deck, Masta Killa)

"Musketeers Of Pig Alley"
(feat. Inspectah Deck, Masta Killa)



[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!)

 

[fox69]

"My Corner"
(feat. Lil Wayne)

"My Corner"
(feat. Lil Wayne)



[Raekwon:]
Yeah
Let's get real vulgar and loud in here, uh huh

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

Picture me stompin' you out, up on a flyin' train
Rip 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 inside of mines
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 never move, we'll detonate
Fuck up your whole plantation in one night to separate

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

[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 run out of Pac-Men
Really need a crown on my head like a cat lick
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 straightjacket, my money gon' stay straight
Lil Tune

[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

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, lay it 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

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

 

[fox69]

"My Favorite Dred"

"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 (la la you ? ? star)
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 towel
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

 

[fox69]

"Nasty Immigrants"
(feat. 12 O'Clock)

"Nasty Immigrants"
(feat. 12 O'Clock)



[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 1: 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 n-gga 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 2: 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]

 

[fox69]

"Nautilus"

"Nautilus"


[Hook x2:]
Murder you (Check your 30)
Murder you (Check your 30)
Murder you (Check your 30)
Bring the head, leave the body

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 x2:]
Murder you (Check your 30)
Murder you (Check your 30)
Murder you (Check your 30)
Bring the head, leave the body

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 x2:]
Murder you (Check your 30)
Murder you (Check your 30)
Murder you (Check your 30)
Bring the head, leave the body