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"Penitentiary"
(feat. Ghostface Killah)

"Penitentiary"
(feat. Ghostface Killah)



[Intro: Raekwon (Ghostface Killah)]
Come here, pussy, prosthetic hard ass nigga
Yo, where them Levi's that I left on ya 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?
Don't touch them shits, nigga
Word up, I'm a break both chains on ya ass, nigga
(Aiyo, Bundy, make sure you crack cell number five, fifteen minutes early)
{Bundy: Yeah, yo, I got you, you want some of these donuts? }
(Nah, I'm good, just make sure you handle my man right, one.)

[Raekwon (Ghostface Killah):]
We up at three mart, blowing, little dust to lift the branch up
The watch she had was Bulgari, golden, Spanish kid let him hold it
He said he hit him with three cartons of menthol, 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 po' 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 cat walk (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 gem stars I'm sliding to you
Matter of fact they gon' hide in ya 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'm a finish my count
I'm a set you out, later my dude, one)

[Chorus: 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 cling

[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 niggaz talking to me
With coal 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)

[Chorus x2]
 
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"Pimpin' Chipp"

"Pimpin' Chipp"


[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Yeah, them niggas talking bout ya'll always want some lyrics, right?
Real lyrics, well here we go, I'm a tell you a little story
That's right, watch this shit, nigga, here we go, ya'll, your ass
Yeah, we write for days, hot shit, uh-huh
Dope, drugs, sex, murder, King James version

[Ghostface Killah:]
Aiyo, needle was left hanging, in the arm of a pimp
He walk with a limp, had bitches on the payroll
He gave the seeds candy and his family was poor
Drove a '68 Caddy with the fur on the door
The other macks ain't have jack on him, not even Goldie
Slowly, he would rise, kept his runners with the police
Jim Brown was his man, his brother was Muslim, they tried to convert him
And turn righteous, but the streets got the good of him
Big hats with gorgeous stones, honey designed the slacks
With two attempts on his bottom bitch, her name was Precious
Silky skin, priceless pussy, she took karate
Her bubble ass got Pretty Chipp rich
You can smell her perfume on every street corner
A sexy muthafucka with the mean face on her
Precious, sported bulletproof dresses, defending caring sex
Thirteen smith, this boo that study her lessons
She was the key to Pretty Chipp riches, bitches is fortune slang
Control the south side, her name rings
Lookout for the black cherry pussy extortion
Any other hoes get pregnant, bet they get an abortion
Back at the pub, at the Alice spot, bumping the sounds of Curtis
Playing Live in the jukebox, this broad named Cookie
In the purse, fifty thou' in cash
Passed off to Chipp, told him count it fast, another 10 in my bloomers
Fuck the rumors, it's lies, baby, you my daddy
Bitches never saw me jumping out of Dirt Dog's cabby
I'm a loyal bitch, and chicks can't stand me, pimps
They know I'm I'll, that's why they never put hands on me
From Fillmore Slim to Goldie, Pretty Toney
Frank War told me, C.C. get that money
My potentials, credentials, my mouth stay hot
Like Chinese mushrooms, wasabi with spicy lentils
The other day I brought a little gat, where I keep near my lower back
Cause these niggas don't know how to act
At the Apollo, Ray Charles told me
Bitch just get in the car, cause I want you to swallow
I jumped in, and his bodyguards follow
He was quick, I spit the nut on his '74 wallos
He wanted to invite me to Chicago, I said 'nah, daddy'
He pushed me out and lit up a Marlboro
(Nah, papi) Cause I'm from New York
He taught me the talks, he taught me the walk
Cause I'm Chipp's bitch, we dine and resort
Only nigga ever taught me, don't put swine on my fork

[Outro: "Cookie"]
And that's the truth, rest in peace, papi
This Cookie, I still got another tall Goose for you daddy
I'm a stick in the grave for you, baby
Fuck them other pimps, they ain't got shit on you, daddy
 
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"Pit Bull Fights"
(feat. Polite)

"Pit Bull Fights"
(feat. Polite)



[story of Lex Diamond carried over from Intro]

[Raekwon]
Pit bull fights, niggaz 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 niggaz into gamblin - yo
Just give me square feet, uniquely I'm handlin niggaz
Done danced with niggaz, plus yo, threw niggaz 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.

[Chorus: 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 attenti
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
 
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"Planet Of The Apes"
(feat. Capone, Polite, Sheek Louch)

"Planet Of The Apes"
(feat. Capone, Polite, Sheek Louch)



[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

[Hook x2: Polite]
Eh yo 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 Chorus]
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

[Capone]
Eh yo 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'ma 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'

[Chorus x2: Polite w/o "Eh yo" second time]
Eh yo 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!

[Sheek Louch]
Eh yo 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'ma 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

[Chorus x2]

[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

[Chorus x2]

[Break x4: Raekwon singing]
We gon' ride for our team
My niggas'll kill you

[Outro over break: Polite]
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!
 
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"Pop Shit"

"Pop Shit"


[Conversation:]
Keep everything on
Blaze always
Nigga this only nineteen thousand
(yo check this shit out)
I want my thousand dollars now
I dont 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
Im 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

Aiyyo, aiyyo
E-lec-tric slide on them niggaz
Drive by on them niggaz
Show'em that killas is live and fly figures
Fruit-flavored Nikes
Now im in a six hundred 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 strait tunes yo
Horror flick scriptures
Godfather flicks
Superfriends equal foul niggas
Bar miss you'll flip yo
Aim the nozzle
With the head brace the bottle
Get your dang licked
Six thousand 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 Renaldos 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 five out of yours
Pens bleeding
Got my shit soft
Figure like Ike Frost
Icy chain
Cop and hangin on a horse
Lames laws
Got your name crossed
You cannot claim boss
Unless he kiss braid hair
That aint yours
Fly statistics lystics
Slang optimistic
Two bats a tie and a biscuit
Kissed it
Mmm-aa
Diamond on the wrist kid
Misfit
Bought it like a ten dollar outfit
Pop Shit get your house lit
Strait 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 page your uncle thirty bucks
Ran in your shit
Blew you with your hands in your nuts
Louis
Thats the same crew as those
Milliwakee 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
Its so real we might face years
Cuddled up in HDM's
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
 
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"Power"
(feat. American Cream Team, Rhyme Recca)

"Power"
(feat. American Cream Team, Rhyme Recca)



[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?

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, 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 swing
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

[Triflyn]
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

[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 Frank's and greens to shanks and beans
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

[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'
He got cash to cop and I'm crashin [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?)

[Chorus: 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

[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
 
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"Prince Of Thieves"

"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 commas
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
 
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"Purple Brick Road"
(feat. G-Eazy)

"Purple Brick Road"
(feat. G-Eazy)



[Raekwon:]
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

Purple cloths 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

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

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

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

[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

[Raekwon:]
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
 
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"Purple Jag"
(feat. Postaboy)

"Purple Jag"
(feat. Postaboy)



[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 vessel 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 canteloupe 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 B-More
Layin' at 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 sting
When the girls give me a hug, they all smell the drawer in 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
 
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"Pyrex Vision"

"Pyrex Vision"


[Intro: Raekwon]
Niggas got me the behind the pot again, but yo

[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
Trying to 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, 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, the rise came upon me
 
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