Raekwon

[fox69]

"Big Spender"

"Big Spender"


[Intro: sample]
"Hey big spender!"

[Raekwon:]
Yo, let the slugs fly, thug status, still camera shy
Elevate to get money and still scramble lah
Get drunk, start wildin', old young niggas with talent
Gold on me and my ho's look violent
Live bitches, five sixes, flick it up, flyin' pictures
More flips now, niggas is dipped different
Renegades, Escalades, all fly ladies in shades
Get the best of me, bless me on stage
Drop your jerseys all year round, I'm here now
Merlot in a glass, smoke a hundred bad, pop you with a pair of pounds
Toss money, no laws, pop you with a pair of pounds
Sauce money, no loss, pop you with a pair of pounds
Own towns, niggas is grown now, we got it sown now
Jumpin' out the whip, gunnin' a four now
Yo, extra careful, when we home, now
It's like a ghost town, the Narc's got the shit sowed down, come on

[Chorus: Raekwon]
Spit it for my niggas that's locked up
Six hundred Benz, kid, rocked up
Up in the club, close the bar when we popped up
Got a forty cal' thirty shot glock up
And I'm warning ya'll shit about to pop off
Shorties in the club, take ya tops off
Yo, it's an art to rhyming
Ya'll niggas can crush a stone, try crushin' a Diamond

[Raekwon:]
Yo, it' the great adventures of Lex, checks on me Air Force vet's
Yo, supply the whole hood with the wet
I love money, pa, spend that kid, yeah, it's the 600 Benz cat
Rimmed up, bout to bring the brims back
Terri cloth, Rudolph joints, valor pockets, Mr. G-Off
D or Cavalier robes, we see ya'll
Cash that'll put 'em order, you little fishes
Ain't big enough for Icewater, paralyze the right corner
Staten Island assailant, call Malinari now
Hand him that, we about to take sons cabinet
Chef got it genuine style, pink verizen with the great logic
Hands is like the Ali project
Wolves of Shaolin, we look good hooded up
One tough challenge, rough 'em up, bring out his raw talents
Money maker, send them to us
Remember the symbol, the Gods got the paper, now you with us, let's go

[Chorus]

[Raekwon:]
Aiyo, speak up, we up, villains in the beat truck
Unique luck, leafed up, playin' in the suite, feet up
Come here, boo, just feel it, locked down, niggas can hear it
Blazin' in PJ's, it's time, let the I'll reveal it, yo
Wall to wall jump off's, fly shorty, live sneakers and speakers
Makin' sure the vibe ain't corny, yo
Scarface kids, kings only
Jail heads know me, Chef got it locked, my block
We got more to rag you with, black, come through, kid
Park Hill Projects, send him through, mashin' it, step
No Hollywood, yeah dear, more paper, more acres
To sell on, we all got it fresh, from raw tapes
The kid that traveled the world
All this came from the lobby, I took it to Japan from curbs
Yo, swindlers transformin' to ninjas, injure anything
Remember all my mans, is when we spendin', we the...

[Chorus]

[Outro: Raekwon]
Ha ha, ha ha, yeah
Word up, yeah, we back
It's on, word up...

 

[fox69]

"Bird Chirp"

"Bird Chirp"


That nigga be snitching
They got the nerve to call him a pitcher
If it was my time niggas would get ya
Throw the Cannon on your picture
Nigga freeze, Come out the V's and hand me that watch
I know you got cheese, You's just a mixture
A homo, That logo that you shine'n is a no-no
Be carful, Sleep with the po-po's yo
It's like it's just Easter
If you was deceased just cleat ya
You might get slapped with the meat cleaver
Don't run the streets neither
You can't shop with your bitch either
No dirty franks, No bras, Not even cheeba
Go ahead get movie caught up, Please son
They might find you in the ?
A dick in your mouth, Two franks stiff in the freezer
I never had respect, You had Visa's
You come through the hood, Jesus
There go this nigga with pieces
I should've just shot you for cheese sticks
Eat a dick you bitch, Nigga reach
I got you just breathe bitch
You won't get the front on Rich, I got cheese bitch

Word up, Cause we coming to get you nigga
Believe me, You won't be able to take a cab nowhere nigga
For real, Cause we gone be on you nigga, Ha haa
Word up, Word up, Honey mustard ass nigga
Ha ha ha haa, Doing all that rat-tat-tat'n
Stop it man, Word up man
This right here is protected by some real niggas man
With big hammers and big money man, Word up
So, Jus-jus-just move away from here man, Yaknawmean
We don't wanna have to come and get you and make you leave man
Word up man, For real, And I'm back man
I'm on some real heavy armored, Truck-Truck
Armored car shit nigga, Remember
Yall know what the fuck we do boy
Word up, It's on, Yaknawhatimsayin

 

[fox69]

"Black Harrison"

"Black Harrison"


[Intro: Raekwon]
I really don't need to be fuckin wit ya right now
I need to movin around in the air, circle Manhattan
Real smooth

[Raekwon]
Here we go again son, black Harrison Ford on the run
One, beef in the field, it's real
Highly recommend shield, Lee rocks, still he rock
Got the blue lazer, grill, like Martin Scorcese-ah
Jumpin outta limo's, expos, black rentals
Chasin niggas through the projects, polex
Mosien, 15 of us, five trucks
Crazy deluxe, found what, honor nigga right
Tailin us in boats and land, 40 calibur in my hand
Made the left... Lex fam
Sho enough what, hummer craft lookin up, what
Kid the chipped out flex now I'm stuck
Bounced on him, public announcements say they want him
Any ideas? Where he at, cops want him
Changin the gear the same foot wear
Runnin like a crook, yea, no love here
Fuck yea, we up there
Had a little drugs there, they was there
Pass it kid, Novacain caught a slug there
Had it mastered in fleis-school, nigga go whip a plane
Drivin land, map shit out, go to night school
Bronze star, feelin who we are
Half animal, whole lotta love, black God
Standin front and center, from here to winter
Grip the splinter, shoot it sideways, nozzle on, pip-it
Ready to hit somethin, pop shit wit somethin
Blow blimps on the mad rubber grips, big lips on it
Rollin wit top rank medals, hands is like Greg Neddles
Bright link, purple heart, swim bezzle
Hearin the horn of Josh, movin like the moss
Executive decision play large
Caught a blimp on the radar, screen him out
Fightin like like Julio Cazar, blaze ya
May day, may day, chasin me, CIA, KGB, FBI, DIA on they way
Trynna chase down the God, this Afro-African'll lace ya

[instrumental breakdown]

[Raekwon]
Part two kid, establish brain power, true did
Yo it's realer than a fuck now, ain't stupid
Trash, three hundred thousand in cash, guerilla mash
Brass this gat, TNT niggas on my ass
Play for real, Lex will, I suggest still
Clear my own shit, let the press ill, let's bill
Make it to the UN, doin bout a thousand in the blue Em
Frogmen, repped out cluein
Left all the American Express cards
Left the passports, time shit, shit up on in Escort
Bail 'em, bustin his joint, Chief O'Heara
That old, Louis McDarren, see the waves through the mirror
Spot that, hop that, through the top back
Ready to lock somethin, down for the cause, stop that
You play the king, I play the pawn, who the king of the Swarm
You wrong, where's the evidence, watch the firearm
Where a tunnel of fans stand, I knew I had little bits of love
Hopin it'll be fair, he watch me, heavy roxy scene
He clean though, American Cream Team let him leave
See the moral of the story, feelin me like
Mordon and Glory when they came for me
Had fifty on the line, look at mine, all dressed down
Handlin lines, know the time

 

[fox69]

"Black Mozart"
(feat. Inspectah Deck, RZA, Tash Mahagony)

"Black Mozart"
(feat. Inspectah Deck, RZA, Tash Mahagony)



[kung fu sample:]
[sounds of fighting]
Stupid fool, you're forcing me to kill you!

[Intro: Raekwon]
Yeah, you know how it go
Fresh from the stationary hall of justice
Real rhyming, real movement, real life
Word up, we just chilling, ten bottles of Crug' on the wall
Youknowhatimsaying? Straight up, for real
Yo, RZA, talk to these niggas, man, let's go, man, for real
Yo, Rah, what up? Let's go, yeah, gangsta shit, groovy shit
Raw shit, secret indictment shit, yeah
Secret indictments, be careful, niggas
For real, let's go

[Chorus: RZA & Tash Mahogany]
You better get that money, no matter, what you do
You gotta get that money, and represent your crew
And keep it true

[Raekwon:]
As reaper stay sprayed, still niggas is smoked
Four in his pocket, a diamoned up chain and some coke
Champion hood, the goodies in a brown bag, by the radiator
Near the cookies and the bundles of dope
Fishscalers, I live in elevators and gross
All this paper, profit make her lay there and post
With them Adidas that Bruce wore, stay in the juice bar
All I know if you saw me, you thought I was broke
Black, yo, I been hustling since niggas was busting guns
And scuffling, and jumping niggas over some coats
We play the S&S rooftop, Latin Quarter, Polo popes
Who hung out with all the Eighthers and GOAT's

[Chorus]

[Interlude: Inspectah Deck]
Yo RZA, you crazy man
This that Black Mozart shit, right here

[Inspectah Deck:]
Yo, I used to scramble hard, radio strapped, to the handlebars
Fifty deep, in the lobby large, rocking camouflage
Dark Caesar holding my nuts, played the building front
Fit the Henny, throw a little snow in the blunt
Just growing up, schooled by O.G.'s, holding O's and up
Daily new drama unfold, they popped 'em over, what?
It's so rough, nobody know him, so what?
Aiyo, the money's close by, homey, show me the stuff
Borough hopping, copping bricks, bags, burners and kicks
City slickers, circling the strip, working them tricks
Like friday night cruise in the Coupe, new valor suit
Fruit flavored kicks, taking flicks out in 40 Deuce
Farmer jeans, hammer swing, tucked in the loot
How they hit Miss Fisher, they was busting at suit
Up in 54, underground, parrot and Q
Made man with the grey shams, wrapping the boo
Stay flam, every day, fam, stacking my loot
Eighty grams in the cake, bam, packages flew
Sipping passion fruit, Alize, in back of the Ooh

[RZA:]
We soldiers, boy, we soldiers
Bake cakes, hundred dollar bill holders
We soldiers, boy, we soldiers
Bighead, I thought I told ya
We soldiers, boy, we soldiers
Bake cakes, hundred dollar bill holders
Bighead, I thought I told ya
We soldiers, boy, we soldiers

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Blood On Chefs Apron Freestyle"

"Blood On Chefs Apron Freestyle"


Ayo, No matter how we come off, We come off hard
Chanel robes on with the vision of God
Rifles, The new Kevlars, Under the projects
Lead stars, Blow a hole in your leg and dodge
Vipers is the niggas you can't trust
Pawns'll run up, Horns on they foreheads what's up
Crack bag'n, No riches no bitches
See the power of the spoon we twist'n
Turn'n, Burn that coke up, We did a deal with Pyrex
The drug dealers want me to vote
Pay extra, Extra want an interview
Two million texts, Where the fuck's Cuban Linx II
Chill, Perriami, Rarely catch the kid outta character
This is why my flow is scary
It break jaws if you can't say it, The World is yours
Slice her the gravy, Your girl applauds
My dick goes to her, You be a man get your grands up
This is why my rap thing blew up
Realistically, Nobody realer then the kid be
Wrist glists like Mr. T, Sure I did
Rappers be aware I'm coming, It's like a snow storm bout to hit
Check it out the checks is coming, You the new I'm the old
Dress better, S. cheddar, Blow'n on some motherfucking Yukon Gold
I said it, Meant it, Spent it, Been there
Did it ten times, This is why my rhymes is vintage

 

[fox69]

"Blue Diamond"
(feat. Chip Banks)

"Blue Diamond"
(feat. Chip Banks)



[Raekwon]
Call me the flyest jewel thief in the town jewelry nympho with info
All I need is three hold me down where the joints at chill
Its one big rockless glass And its blue play it low when we snatch that
Rock your black outfit kid Im going out kid you all mouth kid
Be the driver chill out kid Snatch the glass the we all on hold on Lord
Who holding it who bought the idea duke Its over with
No funny guy business what is this its just realness
Its only us who willing to steal this
Got my whole life on it Mans wife on it throw my black Nikes on it
With sons ready to Ike for it my position is contain yal
Sort of like dope fame on yal
Blowing game on yal Lets get this paper
Start vaporizing think about legalizing
Plus you went wrong now im Penalizing

[Chorus x2: Chip Banks]

Diamonds, grande y azul
Aiyyo we got chopo
And you can get some too
Take money

[Raekwon]
Yelling out asta la vesta last name masesta mean feon smoke with feces
Publicize this im go rise don in disguise
that will throw his arm out of five that fly
Jewel specialist fool specialist
Move like Professionalist strengthen paper excellent
Might be painting your town
Throw the drink down blowing it real-estate style
Feel my weight now Chilling healthy
and came up game up tore the frame up
Got to vote for the mayor later
Snatch something I believe in some call it thieving
But I call it extra dough on the weekend
Me and my family breezing so much ice its Freezing
the Dean switching up for a reason out of nature we be g'ing
Some of these spots Korean That saten gleam got me peeing??

[Chorus x2: Chip Banks]

We get chop dough?
And you know its true
Ayo we get chop dough
And you can get some to

[Raekwon]

Ayo the topic is laying in the tropics ill ass clique to rock with
We deligating on the block kid money invested in a deal
Lets stress it on the real side burning big phills holding bills
Technique Made us all meet Made me sit back repeat each
Started from the fame of the week
This is glory mandotory phat dough
Rocking my hand to bring cash to support me

[Chorus: x2]

 

[fox69]

"Brazil"
(feat. Ill Bill)

"Brazil"
(feat. Ill Bill)



[Raekwon:]
Wire cell frames on me, good Nike, yeah
True, alotta chains on, this is how we do the thing, enlight me
Clubbed out, bugged out, this is what them thugs bout
Bust off shotties, knock niggas mother's out
Rolling in them renters in winter, too much bones get bent up
The saw'll eat up, your chrome for dinner
We tasting VS's, very special Cognac since G.S.'s
Now we leaning Louis sneakers and C.L.S.'s
I'm far from your average rapper, yeah Shallah, hit with an actor
Cutting through your time, then slap ya
Yo, you see me on them Smack shits, all of my Skittles on
In black whips, living comfortable in some glass cribs
Word to Jabari, my junior, only two years old
Swimming with the sharks, I'm a feed you tuna
Your pops been a whale since jail
Was taking niggas out to Brazil

[Ill Bill:]
Where carnivale mamis is I'll
Take me to Paul Wall, buy me a grill
I got groupies, buying me Gucci's and exclusive Nike's, it's real
I stay biz in the kitchen with the Chef Rae-Kwiz
It's easy five mill or I'm a have to take they kids
I figured out how to rape the system, I made more than your album budget
Off of a freestyle, on this mixtape, a hustler
That understand dollars and cents
I get blowjobs from runway models in France
The rap Burt Reynolds, when I married the world troubles
Producing earthquakes, turning ya stone hedge to pebbles
The life we chose, the path we lead, ain't none of us'll
See heaven, that's our own guarantee
Never, rat on your friends, always keep your mouth shut
The back of the Benz, put this in your mouth, slut
I saw, I conquered, I came and I'm out
Laid it out, all on the tonsils, then skeet in her mouth

 

[fox69]

"Broken Safety"
(feat. Jadakiss & Styles P)

"Broken Safety"
(feat. Jadakiss & Styles P)



[kung fu sample:]
[sounds of fighting]
Heh, do you know any other styles?
I am very grateful!
Are you ready?
I'm ready...

[Jadakiss:]
Uh, down on 40 Deuce, when I was a shorty duke
That's when I first got the Naughty goose
Now I come through in a sported coupe
I know what you better do, stop talking bout what you outta do
My crack spot is still portable
Funerals are still affordable, I'm better than all of you
I'm in the hood scraping 'em, Jadakiss, Rae and 'em
Ya'll lame niggas, come uptown, spend a day with 'em
Bigger ones, bootleg liquor runs, blow something, nigga
Let the Earth smoke hit your lung, get your guns
The economy is down, so you already know
It's gon' be a lot of homi's in the town
That's why I'm still bringing the seed back
The sneakers that I can't pronounce, that cost a G stack
Niggas in the yard, got this on repeat, black
Fuck saving hip hop, we bringing the streets back, what?

[Raekwon:]
Player spit snipping, different color wallies on
Bliffen had to take 'em off, they fucked up the soles, flipped it
I'm forever zooted, crushed up glass, I'm just flashing through it
Nine times out of ten, suede down at the Jumer
Maybach bloomers, playing rumors, card shark
Getting cash money, take a loan, hit this tuner
We onion head niggas, the gun gooners
Put us together, he run sea, I run land, with one ruger
Stop playing, you know we run rap, you know we done that
Stop fronting, son, put the gun back
We came with the containers, besides having the flamers
My Mexican mans is famous
Running through the streets, the bulldog
Conehead hoodies on, eighteen five for footballs
Maxed like I'm under a good wall, good G
Good recipe, good status, a hood broad

[Styles P:]
I used to move brown rectangles
Roll you a blunt, then smoke you with death's angel
Chrome trey pound is making your neck dangle
Blue trey eight is leaving your chest mangled
It's math but the gun could kill you at all angles
Leave the toast home, I'm leaving you all strangled
Louis loafers on the Jaguar, gas peddles
You got the cops with you, you ain't even half ghetto
(Not even half) We neither here nor there
But if, you was over here, you would of been got aired
(Been got aired) Like a pair of white Nike's on a summer day
Pointing the gun away, I could kill you niggas a hundred ways
Mine's in a place that yours ain't, so I'm wearing war paint
For the day that I see the Lord saint
Blowing the purple haze, playing The Purple Tape
Fuck with Chef or the Ghost, get left with a purple face

[kung fu sample:]
Too bad, your courage will be the death of you
[sounds of fighting]

 

[fox69]

"Brother's Keeper"
(feat. Nas)

"Brother's Keeper"
(feat. Nas)



[Raekwon:]
I flip the bronze e, watching King Kong in the palm
Smoke alotta cheeba, chilling, cuz it's all about marketing
Hold the mic, I'm hogging it, handle the goose shit
Word up, mixing the true shit, my niggas'll shoot shit
Trees lean, we get it tight, we get fucked right
We up in the telly, lighting up with the crack light
My mind calculation, attract like I'm counting peso's
Out in turban caco's with some fake ho's
The bling swing, a many mansion, a break phantom
Floating through the town on some old new improved shit
Swerve coming through shit, vandals in coupe shit, yo
Animal blue shit, my scramblers move with
A kingley, getting blunted to nine hundred
Floating through the town on some old --
Coming through the town on some old --

[Chorus: Nas (Raekwon)]
Turn up the mics, (the world is mine
The world is, the world is, the world is mine)
Turn up the mics (yeah, the whole world is mine)

[Nas:]
I'm Nasty but fuck bitches, handcuff snitches
Feed they nuts to pit bulls and plan more business
Got sluts on leashes walkin on all fours
Have 'em eatin from dog bowls pettin' they heads
Cause they love playin that role they sexy in bed
Smokin bud' I'm outta control wish death on the feds
Cup spills with Grey Goose watchin snuff films
Laughin with dykes that wear patent leather with spikes
My cheddar is right, Miami beach playin it low
St. Barts rent a house and a boat
Two hundred thou' on my throat
That's only half of what my wife ice cost
Phonecall, hearin another boss got his life lost
Well, wipin' sand off of my toes
Read a book called "Catcher in the rye", I chose
Some Bob Marley then I plotted a scheme
To make me and Bump Knux more rich
Then I got me a team, he got 'em a team
He tryin to buy G-force with missile launchers
Tired of walkin' around with beef, with that pistols on us
C-4's better I'm callin up some B-More killers
To come and bleed you
As sure as the sun's in the sky you'll surely die
You washed up, fuck your people
Your money ain't as long as mine you dumb and you foul
Who you tryin to squeeze all this fuck with Alzheimer's disease
We the new breed, nigga, turn up the mics

[Outro: Raekwon]
Yeah, you know where I'm from, I'm from Staten Island, man
Word up, ya'll know it as Shaolin, I call it Staten Island, man
Cuz niggas get they legs broke, when they try to front, man
Fuck it, he rhyme? He talking shit, let's break his fingers, man
Can't write no more, word up, we specialize in choking niggas
Throwing niggas in cars, driving off and shit
Open the door on your ass, you know how them Pontiac days went

 

[fox69]

"Butter Knives"

"Butter Knives"


[Kung-fu sample:]
They say he's a swordsman [x2]

[Intro: Raekwon]
Back to that fly shit, Silicone Valley good shit, right here, boy
More money on this rhyme right here, boy
Take ya'll back to the front of the muthafucking 1-6-Ooh shit
Yo, lord, that first Wu shit
You know what it is, it's that muthafucking
Special made, high powered, special made forces
What up what up what up, aiyo, aiyo

[Raekwon:]
Chef that fly with a meat cleaver, swing on a young nigga
Smack flames at him, no gun neither
Leave him with a bump, what the fuck
("They say he's a swordsman") Get that little, nigga
Who give a fuck if he's a swordsman, I'm a gunman, I run from nothing
Chain came from rent days and pumping
Wire cell with valors on, drawers is colorful
I do this, forever nigga, raw style
Lighting Phillies, fly by willies, can't come through
Unless your vehicle three hundred chain, silly
Laying in the park with the killas, the coupes, the villains
No rims, we just ball for the millions
The emperor of slang lords, kings get clapped in they dome
Get your throne rushed, and I ain't got a gun on
High power ninjas who touch you, lay a gun on
Drinking with the best of the hustling

[Chorus: Raekwon]
I got butter knives, like you got butter knives
Come through huddling, run through the spot thirty times
All my niggas old school robbers, do what it do
I got a sixty-two, a black pair of goggles
Fila approachers, the Bee Hives, the vultures and the roasters
Can't come through with cedar toasters
It's going down, only in the town
Your heart get tested, and gunplay is only an investment

[Raekwon:]
Flying shooters, eyewear rugers
Stars and swords in front of the building, five thousand students
Cocaine cops they know him ("They say he's a swordsman")
You already know that, man
Diamoned up, double O sevens, come through, 1-8-7
Back to the Hill in a second, yeah
Sons jump in front of them bullets, push me up in the bullet
Stay cool, I got shit, where ya weapon?
Hurricane slammers, earthquake clips and cannons
Back of the building, with the jammers
Live well, eat well, welcome to the Terror-dome, sleep well
Who don't like beefing? Keep shells
I flow with the souls of sharks and criminals in they heart
Play parts of this in detail
Well carried mannered, blampers, ninjas black down
Pop up on spots and vanished ("They say he's a swordsman")

[Chorus: Raekwon]
I got butter knives, like you got butter knives
Come through huddling, run through the spot thirty times
All my niggas old school robbers, do what it do
I got a sixty-two, a black pair of goggles
Fila approachers, the Bee Hives, the vultures and the roasters
Can't come through with cedar toasters
It's going down, only in the town
Your heart get tested, and gunplay is only an investment

[Outro: Raekwon (kung-fu sample)]
Get down, Lord!
(They say he's a swordsman!)