Raekwon

[fox69]

"This Is What It Comes Too"

"This Is What It Comes Too"


Get the fuck up out the spot nigga
Burn that nigga feet up man
This nigga in here man
Fuck this nigga doin' b
Black nigga in Boston by fiends you wild ass
Get this motherfuckin' giraffe ass nigga outta here man
Sheet skin socks ass nigga right here b
What the hell is goin' on man
Light that nigga feet up son c'mon man

I done blacked out, no man is safe, your crew is cornered
Why did you think you could step over me I'm too enormous
Plus I heard you was an informant, cold brew sell 'em
Roll out the plastic, I'm about to catch a body on this
Low threat [?] I don't make those
Soak my bullets in cyanide so when they touch you that's a case closed
Dime pieces I bag 'em, follow this pen scroll
Hoes I don't chase those, too much drama with 'em
Not alone, I don't have time for, I'm raw, fuck a bitch feelings
I'm on some old goldie shit chillin'
Business man baby steak, be deucin' them dollar signs
Line for line I'm dope don't mix me with Kwana
When the spike hit it'll make flatline, period
One word to describe my grind, son I'm serious
Shank docor with choppers raining on ya militants
Guns drawn, blowing out ya back ain't concealing shit

This what it comes to, wiling like the west
And down in this concrete jungle, homie hope you got ya vest on
And ya weapon is oil don't it jam but if it do leave ya crew when it's time for that warfare
This what it comes to, willin' like the west
And down in this concrete jungle, homie hope you got ya vest on
And ya weapon is oil don't it jam but if it do leave ya crew when it's time for that warfare

I'm nice, targets get hit whenever I squeeze
Don status, get my dick sucked whenever I please
Above the law brick, beat cases, don't cop pleads
I buy my cars, bet y'all niggas whips be leased
I'm a wolf off the loose, somebody find his leash
I'm a star, you a starburst sweeter than fruit
No kinda background claimed killer, then who did you shoot
Must've imagined that, with your far-fetched raps
Shit is real over here, say we blast on Satan
Take trips in and out of the country
Turn dark clouds to sunny, I'm livin' good, my paper got me comfy
You in the hood jokin' you wanna war with me
I get your project shot down while your land lord sleep
Now you in too deep, no turning back from your actions
You a killer then show me, if not then meet my savages
The general, I'll have my goons tear up your establishment

This what it comes to, willin' like the west
And down in this concrete jungle, homie hope you got ya vest on
And ya weapon is oil don't it jam but if it do leave ya crew when it's time for that warfare
This what it comes to, willin' like the west
And down in this concrete jungle, homie hope you got ya vest on
And ya weapon is oil don't it jam but if it do leave ya crew when it's time for that warfare

 

[fox69]

"This Is What It Comes Too (Remix)"
(feat. Ghostface Killah)

"This Is What It Comes Too (Remix)"
(feat. Ghostface Killah)



[Raekwon:]
Get the fuck up out the spot nigga
Burn that nigga feet up man
This nigga in here man
Fuck this nigga doin' b
Black nigga in Boston by fiends you wild ass
Get this motherfuckin' giraffe ass nigga outta here man
Sheet skin socks ass nigga right here b
What the hell is goin' on man?
Light that nigga feet up son, c'mon man

I done blacked out, no man is safe, your crew is cornered
Why did you think you could step over me? I'm too enormous
Plus I heard you was an informant, cold brew sell 'em
Roll out the plastic, I'm about to catch a body on this
Low threat [?] I don't make those
Soak my bullets in cyanide so when they touch you, that's a case closed
Dime pieces I bag 'em, follow this pen scroll
Hoes, I don't chase those, too much drama with 'em
Not alone, I don't have time for, I'm raw, fuck a bitch feelings
I'm on some old goldie shit chillin'
Business man baby steak, be deucin' them dollar signs
Line for line, I'm dope don't mix me with Kwana
When the spike hit, it'll make flatline, period
One word to describe my grind, son I'm serious
Shank doctor with choppers, rainin' on ya militants
Guns drawn, blowing out ya back ain't concealin' shit

This what it comes to, wilin' like the west and down
In this concrete jungle, homie hope you got ya vest on
And ya weapon is oil don't it jam but if it do
Leave ya crew when it's time for that warfare
This what it comes to, wilin' like the west and down
In this concrete jungle, homie hope you got ya vest on
And ya weapon is oil don't it jam but if it do
Leave ya crew when it's time for that warfare

[Ghostface Killah:]
Later on when I die I wanna fly
I'm a warrior with my shirt sleeves
Slip me a few rounds of oreos
Can't go tilted and you just like "Ghost he killed it"
Sledgehammer, rap the whole damn Clan we built it
Brick by brick corporal dryin', the oxi work miracles
Pray for the healthy from alphabet cereal
I was taught to bang on niggas that's quick to talk
Moment of silence, bow ya head get it blown off
Rose, roxie and [?] plus [?] background
Hammie still shootin' when the song's off
Wow wow like a dungeon dragon
Coaxed by a cop downstairs don't stop the baggin'
Clips hangin' like a strawberry, Charleston [?]
Strawberry shortcake, great lemonade and goo
Whether the projects or a drive by, bodies on the drog neck
Lightin' up the ass bettin' niggas on a side bench yeah
Stack chips like legos, pop up on you niggas like egos
Two hands on the draco
Hole in your back the size of a miniature bagel
Livewires with ya girls still suckin' our huevos
We back at it, stack habits, still servin' crack addicts
Louie baggin', we the baddest, 24 karat atlas
Tell [?] I'm aware 29 savage is [?]
Rock niggas bite the head of a bird like Black Sabbath

[Raekwon:]
This what it comes to, wilin' like the west and down
In this concrete jungle, homie hope you got ya vest on
And ya weapon is oil don't it jam but if it do
Leave ya crew when it's time for that warfare
This what it comes to, wilin' like the west and down
In this concrete jungle, homie hope you got ya vest on
And ya weapon is oil don't it jam but if it do
Leave ya crew when it's time for that warfare

I'm nice, targets get hit whenever I squeeze
Don status, get my dick sucked whenever I please
Above the law brick, beat cases, don't cop pleads
I buy my cars, bet y'all niggas whips be leased
I'm a wolf off the loose, somebody find his leash
I'm a star, you a starburst sweeter than fruit
No kinda background claimed killer, then who did you shoot
Must've imagined that, with your far-fetched raps
Shit is real over here, say we blast on Satan
Take trips in and out of the country
Turn dark clouds to sunny, I'm livin' good, my paper got me comfy
You in the hood jokin' you wanna war with me
I get your project shot down while your land lord sleep
Now you in too deep, no turning back from your actions
You a killer then show me, if not then meet my savages
The general, I'll have my goons tear up your establishment

This what it comes to, wilin' like the west and down
In this concrete jungle, homie hope you got ya vest on
And ya weapon is oil don't it jam but if it do
Leave ya crew when it's time for that warfare
This what it comes to, wilin' like the west and down
In this concrete jungle, homie hope you got ya vest on
And ya weapon is oil don't it jam but if it do
Leave ya crew when it's time for that warfare

 

[fox69]

"This Shit Hard"
(feat. L.E.P Bogus Boys & Dion Primo)

"This Shit Hard"
(feat. L.E.P Bogus Boys & Dion Primo)



[Hook:]
Fuck a middleman, I can get it direct
Cook it up, watch it bubble in that pyrex
This shit hard, that's what I'm talking 'bout
This shit hard, that's what I'm talking 'bout
I could show you how to make a killing in them projects
All I need is some powder and a pyrex
This shit hard, that's what I'm talking 'bout
This shit hard, that's what I'm talking 'bout

[Verse 1:]
Yeah, I'm getting fronted by the [?], waiting 'til they catapault
Raw organic blow, straight off the banana bough
Frantic when them birds landed, niggas damn near had a stroke
[?] shook a can of coke
White limes the baking soda merging
Agua, make it up bubble up like detergent
Start off soft when I whip it, work it
Come back hard like a nigga from his first bit
Yeah, this is the type of shit that'll hook your mayor
[?] pill white like an Aryan
Met him at the Sheraton, reminding me of Pablo
Giving me his spill while I inhale cigar smoke
He said I supply you through private cargo
You need to find a pilot that could fly you to Chicago
And back to the condo to come up with a plan
I met a plug, cutting out the middleman

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Yeah, [?] shit smell like fish scale, cocaine
Let the water boil then I cook it on the low flame
Whipping up the whole thing with a box of Armor
Hammer, shit coming back like karma
Pull it out the water, the icing on the cake
Let it dry, paper towels sitting on a plate
Scrape the shake out the pot, the feeling on his face
So numb that he try to tell me how it tastes
Hit the cookie with the [?], make it crumble
Nigga at the kitchen table wrapping up bundles
Caught carpel tunnel in your wrist I'll be damned
Got the whole hood looking like Zombie Land
Now I'm at the doctor [?]
[?] Seran wrap
White like anthrax, nigga met the birdman
Now I got them things transported through a [?]

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Raekwon]
Ayo, the [?] hood
Champion hoodie, what's goodie
I'll put y'all niggas on and I'm fully
A gangsta 'til I'm gone
Been blessed with these ounces for so long
Giving niggas money for their moms
This bail paper right here is back up
I'm leaving the country, need a trillion on my arm to live comfy
Back up, my spots is like leopards
I come through with shepherds
Shoulder strap on, black movies black bombers
Yeah the police is scared [?]
400 thousand, take them there
You know it's all of us, one crack you can't even spam
I'm not doing jail for racketeering
My niggas gangsta for sure
We'll shoot anything, just open the door
We get it in, we want RBC money
Ready with black crack, running back to the crib, they coming

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Thousands To M's"

"Thousands To M's"


[Intro: Raekwon]
Yo, send all the workers up to five b man, you know what time it is man
Niggas did good this week man, let's celebrate

[Raekwon:]
Bottles of crew, bagging in the living room, high noon
Couple rachets, snares, the razors and earmuffs
Walking joints, chirping niggas downstairs in the lobby converting
There's something next to live wires and goons
All in the sets hundreds to thousands, thousands to ms
Then tackle up the rims store, go and buy timbs
Hit the Popeyes, cops got eyes
We breezing through with nothing but fives
Puffing herb, we gon let the sun rise
They don't know niggas is slingering, what's the lingering?
Niggas ain't fiends, $400 jeans, cooling like it's England
Rather see me role in a hole, rocking state jeans and sneakers
Square sandwhich, juices and peaches
Not right now dick, this is our valve, we get down dick
None of that clown shit, we built it from a thou
See straight watchers, my niggas sleep, all of my unique poppers
Legends from the eighties came home, we got em eating poppers
Take money, eating steaks, being rude, feeding snakes
This is what get us all the planes and the eights
This is my land like Thailand, why?
Cause I control it and I own it, But some say it's FBI land

[Chorus x2: Skam2]
Now just gimme that, don't make me take that
The minute I'm finished with it, I go straight back
Re up and reload, keep up my workload
Homeboy this block is mine cause I say so (what)

[Ill Bill:]
Violation of the fequent statue to cash rules
Cocaine is a hell of a drug, the fortune of intelligent thugs
We the ones that they write movies about
Beautiful pounds, got the best doobies in town
Shoot it the fuck out, wash money, wipe the blood off of Benjamin's face
Defenders of the faith, measure the weight
Forever by itself, reaping pleasure from pain
We the best in the game, hit you in the chest and the brain
Now move weight homie and expand like Scarface
Leave you hanging from the chopper like Omar Suave
Ill Bill, suicidal live ayatollah, keeps it liver than Al Qaidia soldeirs
Sign in the name of Allah Jehovah
Portable wars, the blowjobs never stop
Freak bitches won't stop, snocker till their nose pop
Nose candy enthusiast
Bitches able to swallow an entire one liter bottle, abuser shit
We super gangsta, accurately cruising for bangers
Ya'll in the womb rappers, have to leave ya, remove you with hangers
We move like a federation of terror
Put you under the dirt, cus ain't no room in the equation for error

[Chorus x2]

 

[fox69]

"To The Top"
(feat. Maino)

"To The Top"
(feat. Maino)



[Verse 1: Maino]
Let's take it to the top like an escalator
What, to touch me you need a elevator
Black mob, my team strong, my style greater
Smooth criminal, white linen on yellow gators
Started with a dream to make it to a key
Now we hopping out of cars and never use a key
Came up hard off credit cards and loco schemes
Now we it's women who make a living right on they knees
All them knights prayed at night for better days
Feeling like Biggie in them Versace shades
Vegas lights, star was bright, we on a wave
Feelin' right, bitches nice, I can't behave
Chillin' down Miami with my Cuban piece
She won't let me leave, grabbin' on my Cuban link
Pop models who pop mollies in large doses
Pack light, pack hammers at them award shows

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
Yeah... yeah, yeah (mafia)
Smoke screen, coolin' in them boats, sellin' choke
Jump out, the whole world know us, I'm only rich floatin'
Real deal Bentley niggas, feel them heaters, we them Beatles
Pull out on family members, snakes and leaders
Quarter million shit on the stove,
Got some real Brooklyn killers, stacked niggas with me, spit on your globe
Got my lawyer in the back of the foyer, eatin' sautéed fish,
Pass the Goiya, my gun named Toya
Marble floors in the Benz, the rims is regular
Come through, new la, tag him in
A don with his sword and his leather and I've been on the walls
And I sit in, and bring it back to Bed-Stuy, my clever kin with me
Yo, kings with me, reload quickly
I'm Sherling'd down, 50 of cheeba
Eloquently I relax in the Waldorf under the covers
And the sawed off, sweatin' and shit, growin' a mohawk
Ready to blow off!
I hear the door, dog...

[Outro: Raekwon]
One million, two million, three million franks (all that)
It's that good shit, nigga
Yeah...
The marvelous... medicine
Maino in the building
Louis Rich the Chopper
Yeah...

 

[fox69]

"Treasurers"

"Treasurers"


[Intro: Raekwon]
Hahahaha... ahhhh, do it nigga, there, you should fucking...
Fucked up New York Yankee hats on fronting
Niggas know Cuban Linx when they hear it nigga
Huh... I'm the muthafucking Ali of the game, bitch

[Raekwon:]
When I sat back and crafted Cuban, it was a classic
When you told me you had giant beef, we brought the hatchet
What it is niggas, gangstas that live in the grizz'
Play the kitchen, coke bagging, this the life that we is
What it is, daddy, slow heart stepping, plus repping
Blinging necking, our fucking regime, protect it
That's right faggots, turning into actresses
Niggas is soft, wack, and broke, what packages?
Yeah, yeah-yeah, call it how I see it, this is all metamorphic
Awkard, walk with the four-fifth
This is all crack money, cli-clack, move back homey
You will get a quick slap, we rap, not now money
What up, what up, peace, incarcerated scarfaces
Stay on the end, with dip dodge, play the yard chasing
Paper, this is like everyday street caper
Me flying offa ya face, yo, you can eat later

[Chorus x2: Raekwon]
We the treasurers of getting cake, big jewelry swinging
Wth the long chains on, my nigga, you know we heavyweights
Feds latch on us, we catch amnesias
We rich, stay clean, looking, rocking dark caesers

[Raekwon:]
Nigga Chef back, wood back, he in the good Ac'
What's hood, me in your hood, we got the good crack
Don't violate me, I hate, I'm like Star and Buc
In the morning, I'm mourning, wild on the fake, yo
Stay dropping bracelets, cases of Cryst' and Cru'
Don't even move duke, take off your shoes
We hardbody action packed, keep a baboon
The jewels is back, with strappers on, come take it
Shoebox with nothing but hash, alotta old ass
Wallies is off the meat rack, splash
Nigga, Diamond down, moving like China Town
Me and forty-five mad real niggas, we light clowns up now

[Chorus x2]

 

[fox69]

"Treez"

"Treez"


[Intro: Raekwon]
Word up, yo call up the jet, call up the dred, man
Word up, man...

"Smoking" "Drinking" [x2]

[Raekwon:]
Aiyo, soon as he hit the door, he seen me, I'm playin' the floor
Backward packs, Dutches by the drawer
Didn't want the nigga to grab me, yo
He threw my skirt up, my Glad bag, he touchin' my seeds
Goodness calm down, chump, you ain't the largest nigga
Holdin' that match pack, I still broke 'em off and my back was killin' me
Yeah, this nigga try'nna pose, frontin' with Loretta
In the crib with some hoes, yo...
He bought to fuck both of them yo, call Kush and 'em up
Purple Haze just got rolled on, why the fuck my niggaz know nothin'
Matter fact, I heard Thai Stick got stuck, they blew Black Gold on 'em
Plus your son's spoiling my days, yeah
The nigga robbin' everybody, him and Keith, them niggaz crazy, yeah
He just came home, he out in Ghana, packagin' shit
They ride inside of Ice Cream cones
Look at Northern, that nigga hazed out
He and some wack nigga Air Force, lame nigga, he ain't bathed
And got the nerve, yo, to look like Grady, God
They threw the brown paper bag on his face, and Jail went crazy
Blamin' 'em, yo he was gettin' tortured
He had white niggaz pissin' and shit, he left sores on 'em
Wow, what up with Maui, Maui chillin'
He in the fed joint, cousin got knocked, I heard he got millions
Tourin' with Yukon Gold, yo, they out in Europe
With the new accent, that shit is grown
Northern got his Lights sprayed out
He out in Texas, with some ugly ass African niggaz, they blew his pipes out

[Chorus x3: Raekwon]
Weed, niggaz fiend for me, smokin' my leaves
I'm like weed, can't stand niggaz touchin' my seeds
I'm like weed, keep sellin' me to crooks and thieves
I'm like weed, all the young niggaz callin' me trees

"Smoking" "Drinking" [x2]

[Raekwon:]
Went in the stash, grabbed Hash and 'em
He had a forty pound nigga named Brown, they poured gas on him
Yeah, yo, the crib got raided, God, Challish was there
He got tangled up, caught him and beared
Yo, under the pillow, White Widow, yo
She went to crack school, never came back, I heard she look old
Her and Sesamia, God, two twin crack monkeys, pa
Sleepin' in quesadias, Blueberry rollin' 'em
She crashed the "Purple" whip, Passion had it
They up in In' niggaz crib, all dusted, niggaz butt ass
Acapulco Gold 'Dro, chillin', him and Satib'
Out in Geneva, in Cherry Gold's benzos
Corner Bud, he a real gangsta
Him and Skunk got drunk, they murdered a man with one lung
Now they on the run, yo, Con Bud, nigga got bodied
Had Jamaican niggaz, yellin', "He robbed me!", yo
Look at all of 'em, Yard Weed and 'em
Bloods geesin' 'em, now he can't sell, he livin' with Trees
Afghani' bugged out, some Israel niggaz rushed 'em
Kidnapped his little sister Pine Green
Word, it got deeper, word, they chopped Reefer
Caught 'em in the sock of some young nigga, they meat cleaved 'em
Yo, I got to blow, I'm embarrased
They threw Crystal Palace kid off the roof, with T.H.C.'s madness

[Chorus x3]

Weed [x4]

 

[fox69]

"Trenchman"

"Trenchman"


Trenchman, Yeah Yeah Yeah
We do this for them niggas man
Them motherfuckin murders man
All them killers and shit
Spread it out through the city of New York, You know
Take yall back a little something

I'm from where the ratchets blow, The bastards never go
They come through the hood and try to hustle with nines
We slam dance U.F.O.'s, Take em out they clothes
Good money, You know how we oracles with crime
My motto is the cake all promised, Little fat niggas with llamas
Big four-five in pajamas, Playin loafs
Counting off current and thoughts
How we eat, Millionaires up and sleep on the floors
I'm from where other guys will smother guys won't take no shorts
They rob brother knives, Four-fives, They ways is bosses
Who the Dons, Get money features is nonsense
I'd rather leave my money in continents
Castro arm, My beard hang hungry and strong
I'm pro black, Catch me on a plane in front
We want throw backs and blazers and Gucci kicks
Suede fronts, Razors, And Bruce Lee flicks
Lickin shots, Big knots, Police men watch
See me in the street they want they pizza box
Speakin codes, The beast made me sleep with the toads
Beats make mw psycho, My teeths is frozen
But not now I'm regulate'n politics
Travel agent nigga get Haroldo licked
I'm just stupid, Game is herbal with quick
The strawberry joint with a glass of Henn
My Memorex mind frame is off the meat
When niggas shot the plaza up and lost a sneaker
I'm verbal high to burglarize, The words is ill
Smoke reefer in the jail where the murderers kill

[Hook 2X:]
Live, Lie, Can't, Survive
You get hit, Blind
Get your shit, Robbed

 

[fox69]

"Triumph (Freestyle)"

"Triumph (Freestyle)"


[Raekwon:]
Pull out the red carpet, faggot, rap, I live it, mass digits
Monkey suit, swinging on a dime jean chunky blue
All nines Al Qade it, paid up, play it up
We demonstate death, then kill you in the stadium
Yankee suits on, the boots on, produce juices
Spill rugers on you, play the deuce, them boosters on you
I'm stealing, everything, diggin' whitey righty
With the magnum taught, when you shoot it, nigga, grab 'em
It's the Roc For Life Familia, slash, The Vatican
Pop cabbages, it's nothing, nigga, kidnap ya managers
Fly roller, slang ox holders and cock blowers
The Cuban 2's is coming, ya'll niggas is done in
Ya'll niggas is fronting, my niggas is stumping
Cuz when ya'll wanna get it on, Rae's up and
It's something, those are stunting, can't do me nothing
I'll take ya bitch, baby boy, then you fuck up in

 

[fox69]

"Uncle"

"Uncle"


[Intro: Raekwon]
Word up, unc's is a live nigga
Hey, Uncle, uncle! What up baby?
Yeah, yeah, I need a pair of kicks, pa
Hold me down, man, for real, for real, for real
Love you to death, nigga
Word up, word up, uncle, uncle, uncle
Yeah, fuck them niggas, homey

[Raekwon]
For years, he had the coast's on lock
Jamaicans make bread, Cubans call him pop
Was a young O.G., considerate, fly gangsta anxious
His face is rude, that made him more dangerous
Went suddenly blind, he couldn't see faces
He rock glaciers, well known in strange places
Been killin' niggas, all ages
Paid his way up out of court cases, extortin mazes
Love stay greens, livin' in Queens
Cousin named Dahoom, who you, nigga I'm Team
Dressed real ill proper, when he locked up
Playin' the wall, one foot up, what, the kid was into soccer
Love family, nigga in Miami, right, Air Force's on
Four horses smokin' on china white, they bad
He had the Shaft look, and then he yell Rae
He had cribs hooked, he had nasty books
Him and his right hand, worth a hundred in the can
Little short Dominican, little Duran was fam
Eyes bloody, pop Vasine and he studied
Gave rides to me, dropped me and Old Earth in Brooklyn
I mean Brook-lan, a super crook don off the hook
He had the juks look, and he loves Benzes and gongs
Get wands, daddy, Yukon, grow up get on's daddy
Be sure, watch for, eat all that, daddy
Yeah, young'n's, supposed to marry
Don't play me close, kept the loot in his boats, he threw the toast at me
I wanted to be with him badly
Had me like a little nigga, runnin' with wolves, they all glow gladly
Heavenly, now he seventy, got rich representin' me
He won't throw me no cash, play pool, baby
I be like, ooh, no you didn't, baby, get drunk money
You'se a slick dude, baby, slip through, baby
Yeah, I'm on, makin' records now, I be gettin' money after you gone
He's a Don, slick Juan, Marijuan', Don Juan
Eatin' Caribbean food, feedin' me wrong
Breathe from the tongue, Chef you live
Make these niggas realize you gon' be number one

[Chorus: n/a (Raekwon)]
He's a high roller, he's a shot caller
He's a slick talker, he's a big baller
(Wise words he spoke to me, look how it's suppose to be)