Raekwon

[fox69]

"Cuttin' It Up"
(feat. Chip Banks, Ghostface Killah, Killa Sin, Polite, T)

"Cuttin' It Up"
(feat. Chip Banks, Ghostface Killah, Killa Sin, Polite, T)



[Intro: movie sample]
So ya puttin' all ya subs now, huh?
Yea, ya doin' real good?
Ain't you gonna introduce me to ya friend, here?
Well I'll introduce myself, excuse the glove

[sample repeated: Prodigy of Mobb Deep] "Get ya shit beaten"

[Intro: Raekwon]
Aww shit, these niggas out here, hold that
Picture that nigga, all the real niggas, yo, come on
Yea, word up, I look good right?
Yo, aiyo

[Raekwon]
Put my money on the real kings, reveal the rings
Rocks swing, stayin' bling-bling in Ossining
Jet mack packages, feast to light it up and beast it
Cordially invited, the motto is eat this..

[Polite]
Yo, what up, Lex? (What up son?) Yo it's on again
Yo, it seem like niggas want war again
If you ain't know, bet ya niggas heard of me now
Can't stop me, best bet, murder me now

[Chip Banks]
Aiyo Lex, put ya diamonds on
Grab ya vests and ya nine, cuz it's on
I rep Harlem World where they hustle at
All the way to B.K. where they bust you at

[Raekwon]
Yo, yo, gun on 'em in the x-rays
Real niggas lay tired of it
Nigga violate it, cut him in the face
Vivid hand glock, loopin' the dance, shoot him in the ass
Like cupid, dealin with an old place, stupid

[Polite]
Yo, yo, ain't a team allowed to know, fuckin' wit this
Niggas mad like I'm fuckin' they chick
See me stuck in the whip, gun in the hip, one in the head
Ten in the clip, niggas is dead, they imposters

[Ghostface Killah]
I used to bubble dimes, in the goose, I use to cuddle nines
And double the fact that you dare think that you can trouble mines
Big guns is layin', Timothy McVeigh 'em
Broad day 'em, push 'em all the way in

[Raekwon]
Aiyo, dred's in the bloody rep
Yeah, yellow canary Lex', specs on, movin' like vets
Tri-boro, thoroughest thugs move like DeNiro
Heat out, extortin' the heroes, 4/5 singles

[Chorus: Polite with Prodigy sample]
Aiyo let's go get dough
Bust slugs in the club, thugs get low
Bitches showin' me the thong like I'm Sisqo
Up in the six, yo, watch his wrist glow, damn, it be sick though
This be the shit though
You ain't know, got ya moms in the disco
Singin' the intro, shakin' the ass like the nympho
Time to move, nigga, we in, time to catch wins

[Ghostface Killah]
For magical mixes, remix the hell outta the Bible
Like strip it and switch the whole title
Robes hit the floors, shoes is buffed
Gold studded bracelets, handcuffs, they gave it up

[Raekwon]
Teach niggas how to resolve a big mob
Keep niggas on beat, fuck around and di-ie the mid-ob
Niggas gonna bump what, yeah, you wit it whatever
Let's body these niggas, a lot of niggas bump, yeah

[Polite]
Yo, yo, never been the type to hold a grudge
Did five, I was guilty, fuck the judge
The Ave. got mad when I slid back through
Iced out, just came home and I blew

[Chip Banks]
We like, them frisky, rich and poet-esque
If it's chilly on our neck, then it's cold on our wrists
The cash flow is nuts, come through 8th Ave
Another hundred style, burn out for doughin' us

[Trife]
Aiyo, the hood's off the hook, hooded up crooks
Play the back burner wit black burners layin' for the juks
I'm too live, heats be the same as my shoe size
Fresh out the box, just copped a pair of new nines

[Killa Sin]
Yo, my team is like nitro, it might go boom when the lights blow
Catch you in the spinal wit the same knife from Psycho
My mic flow like Michael on the ball court
All pro, result of this Cream Team, niggas is all out

[Chorus]

[Outro: Ghostface Killah (Prodigy sample)]
Aiyo, rep for ya town ("Get ya shit beaten")
Uptown, break it down ("Get ya shit beaten")
Staten Island, break it down ("Get ya shit beaten")
B.K., break it down ("Get ya shit beaten")
Queens and Bronx get down ("Get ya shit beaten")
Throw ya hands up right now! ("Get ya shit beaten")
("Get ya shit beaten")

 

[fox69]

"Da Barry Sistas"
(feat. Tommy Nova)

"Da Barry Sistas"
(feat. Tommy Nova)



Yeah,.. my aura is king Arthur
... on my neck, guys is pure torture
Really say a word unless I'm fucking with bosses
Flossing the wrong neck of the woods will cost ya
Frightening, cream wollows, ice to brightland... my team follows to life...
Bosses, nigger we here ain't glide em... unless you're talking to m, don't...

... for mistaking my adds for some hurt nigger
Nigger doubt taking my math and it's...
... project, loose conscience think you're denying this logic
... same quitting max is all factual,
Classical order by... your gratitude
Till I touch your... nigger you see attitude
... wait the dead, sat back and my... came
... for every nigger thinking they would try to cane
... medicine that we are, expose your chest to blows and deaths
When you hear, the chef say knows the best stuff

Hey yo, hey yo, fists to fury, switch to Jerry
Black rain dog blue, ghost in the snow, I...
No improved armor, my... blow faster than...
... flower pop inside well scales all I do is count... my brain cells
The rain wells is... so much... they call me Blow Barnechia
Dropped off planes in New Zeeia
Feel my intentions head cracks it's like six sixes
Pull up the bed wrack this brick's... stuck in a clown town
What you do is watch clock clutching... I see things cast metal cooker
The metal on my chest said look, don't run I supply you hook up
You squeeze on your father, bankrupt a rugby rap
...

... smoking bars scars, to all my niggers in the hall... get million
Yeh text focus... crushing em in the long time in the building

We get money this Monday [x4]

 

[fox69]

"Da Destroyer"

"Da Destroyer"


[Intro: Raekwon]
Yo, aiyo, yeah nigga, what up
I can't do this shit!

[Raekwon:]
Yo, some nights I feel like sticking up Exxon
My gun game experience, came from robbing Louis Vitton
Cocaine specialist, since nine
Age bracket, fuck them O.G.'s up, they started giving me ratchets
Get money Diamonds, co-signing all of my check stubs
Besides getting money, I grub
I had a Kool G. Rap lifestyle, sliding through the Parrot with drugs
I'm like a magic with witchcraft, ya'll give a nigga rich cash
Blankets, anklets, Gucci shit, switch labs
I'm powerful, yo, you know my hour is due
Fuck the fifteen minutes, I'm a flower my boo
Word to my Nike's that I throw on pose, from here to Hollywood
You know I got soul like that Rakim dude
Just give me my money, ya'll owe it to me, don't make me blow you for it
For real, I'm a show ya'll niggas how to swoll dummies
High profile, he keep it macked out, hundreds of little niggas engage with him
And he gets down, aiyo you fucking with the best of the year
The best whoever did it, no love lost
Beside my shorty and child, I'm like a king in an Egyptian center
Militant, to play your perimeter, hold wifey now before I get her
You know what Wu do, RZA, tell 'em, now we got, Dre in the kitchen, son
It's on, Part Two, watch me sell 'em
Cause New York is me, homey, watch me throw the crown in the trash
Whoever wore it, ya'll ass, 'member me, Toney, what up, what up
You know my gun game's zid up
Supplying every borough my cocaine river
Flashy always, I'm like four ways, none of ya'll see me fresh
I only do it in, project hallways, ya'll all gay
Ya'll know it, yes, that's what it be, peace
See me in streets, God be there, all day, one

[Outro: Raekwon]
I'm out of here, man, fuck that
It's on, Part Two, yeah, Part Two
Aiyo, aiyo, aiyo, I want my money in all fives yo, hahaha
Ice Wate, the new and improved Chef
Word up, the feist is coming soon, one
I'm out of here...

 

[fox69]

"Dangerous"

"Dangerous"


[Raekwon:]
The kids from the hood is more dangerous
Everybody vest up, all the shot callers with aim, stick
The three pound, automatic is nasty, raspberry color
My shit bloody, with mud on my New Balance
Goodness gracious, more lazers, watch my family
Had these niggas, these niggas got more Rae shit
Three sixty weight, put somethin' in the air
He didn't die, but he copped the hearing aid, son
New shit, New Balance click, true blue sixes burst
The nurses in the joint, who school ninja's
The next paragraph might excite you, enlighten you
To get up, get hype a little, bust rifles, do him
I wrote it like that, to rock wigs, ox' kids
Boxes, cops is chasin' niggas to cribs
Vision the next verse is classy, ask me
How these young niggas get money, the tongue speaks so raspy, yo

[Chorus: Raekwon]
Yo, ever had a fight with death?
Ever recognized you slept
Threw ya man out there and left
Ya'll niggas ain't never been 'built for' it
It's a shame, some niggas live
Then fucking get killed for it

 

[fox69]

"Dangerous"

"Dangerous"


[Intro: Raekwon]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You know the deal, nigga
Sha what's good nigga?
Lex Diamond, your big brother here, you know
Let's work this shit out, man
Yeah, yeah, yeah, aiyo, aiyo

[Raekwon:]
Fresh out the jungle where the blue boys run
We carry rugers, smoking toast on your throat like oolas
Hitting reefer, playing my square, windbreaker jacket
Holding my bear, rock and roll in my lear
I have to eat, gun carefully, let the cocaine bling
Strings is nothing, get your hoe clapped, king
We hundred burners, onion turners, all this, came out the yard
With twenty five to lifers, loving my squad
You know the gun show off, whips is gleaming, clean as a fuck
In dirty hallways, the ninas'll cluck
This is crime station, my obligation is to look raw as ever
Feed my little sons and patients
Cause they hungry, shining, bullet fly right through the lining
Catch me on the plane, humble and wining
Feeding me, fresh niggas, downtown, Brooklyn in them brook lands
Is Timbed up, looking for them jookes, with my miss and

[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]
Yo, the streets is a part of me
What you witnessing now is don archery
Pack a lambskin hostler, one of these rocks'll soft you over
You ain't nothing, you'se a bitch ass poser
Fiends on your face, on the T-shirt, thinking that you envy the P
Underneath'll be R.I.P.
That's what you get, yo, for being so cocky
Two guns, thumbs up, for me and my posse

[Ghostface Killah:]
Yo, what's the science, little nigga? Yo, you beefing too hard
I throw five in your Champ hood, and envy your squad
You try to stick out your fucking hand, nah, I don't want no dap, nigga
Fucking lucky you ain't get glammed
Bitch ass nigga, you wrong, yo, you mingle with rats
The other day you got caught with the gat, nigga
How you home, nigga? Why you even up in my square?
Like you get busy, got the block hot and stare
Fresh coffins fast, they spitting, ya'll fake bitches
Snitches get mad love, hundred and eight stitches
My condolences, word life, if they can find you a real killa
Someone close is singing like the Jonases
Crime Stoppers, the tips keep pouring in
For a G, you be suprised who's going in
Block huggers, the ones who be holding they jock
And suck my cock, the real cock lovers

[Chorus]

[Method Man:]
Ya'll can call me cook up or come back
My flow hot, my hood hot, cause of one rat
My block on fire cause of one match
I spit with paper like thumbstacks, these cougars wanna play all these
Young cats
With pussy, turning boys to men, so I resort to the pen
But at the same time, I'm pointing the pen
And now it's game time, nigga, you in? You better thicken your skin
Move with your peoples through the thick and the thin
I watch for po-po, they raiding the crib
And I ain't trying to get jammed, and have the next man raising my kids
God forbid, dudes be hating on his, because a nigga go hard
And hit 'em harder then they saying they is
But that's just New York, I carry the torch, just long enough
To light a Newport and carry this thought
Fuck what you thought, the bigger the boss, bigger the cost
They don't know about the Tribe of Shabazz, niggas is lost

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Dart School"

"Dart School"


[Intro: Raekwon]
Don't open that fucking safe, nigga
Yo, lord, yo, nigga what up
All this shit right here, turn that shit down, nigga
This school is the hardest school, B, what Dart School?
You know how to get a taste, man, calm down, man

[Raekwon:]
So much colors on my ice, freeze the ghetto man
Me and my microphone knifed up in the Meadowlands
Skinny chain on, family, that's thirty grand
Dirty crown in position, yeah, worthy man
Bezels is like metals, nigga, hold the phantom
Convertible roof, hard headed, angry amber
If I'm pitching, giving bricks out to baby Rambo
I'm on Rodeo with yae yo, fifty baby hammers
The new shits that blow a building up, crazy damage
If it's priors, I do my own dirt, spray the cameras
So many soldiers, no soft niggas in the slammers
We run wild like 'lo gazelles and baby pandas
Small nigga with his gun rum, crazy gamblers
I'm uptown fronting, the fans know what gave me grammers
So when it's over I'm a fly to my lady mansion
And get riced up, some Japanese baby salmon

[Chorus x2: Raekwon]
Blowing holes in your Teepee, little wise ass
We disguised as, some niggas who gon' rob, blast
Paint thousands of pictures, this my drive, smash
Guillotines, wolverines, fly assassins

[Raekwon:]
Back and dogging this mic, give me my gwop, homey
I rhyme for under the stairs niggas who hate phonies
Keep it funky, I got to, it's kings only
Timberlands, hard denims, rings only
Rock a big ass gun, when you come from me
Your president of your country, yelling 'big dummy'
Chef a fly ass nigga, he cook every Sunday
He had a beef on the runway, making shit ugly
I had on alligators clarks, camouflage rugby
Bad bitch from Brazil, who fuck, never suck me
We was cooling in the Trump section, throwing bubbly
Got my niggas with the guns out, bowling lovely
When it's on, you gon' remember, ooh, you made him hungry
Top three of the east, nigga, well what, what, B
Pay for that mil, for real, max comfy
Or you'll be one of them niggas that say "son me"

[Chorus x2: Raekwon]
Blowing holes in your Teepee, little wise ass
We disguised as, some niggas who gon' rob, blast
Paint thousands of pictures, this my drive, smash
Guillotines, wolverines, fly assassins

 

[fox69]

"Dedication Freestyle"

"Dedication Freestyle"


Turn me up a little
All these Coo-Coo ass niggas around here man
Coo-Coo for crack motherfucking rocks huh

I'm from the land where niggas'll lay low
Them things'll blow, In the alley where the caves is home
Lighting gallons of bone, Every roosters immune to mad money
They want their niggas fly as balloons
So when the beat bump niggas get drunk
Play spades with the fiends
I gotta rifle team who blaze and thump
We want the moola to true line a new ride
All my dudes we got Pumas on, The blue single logic
It's me, Spaceship, Comfortable V
Catch me in France, I'm laying looking humble and free
Buying mad shit, Berta Cavalli hats
Furler jeans, Edmond Roth shirts, Burners and slacks
Come get it pussy, You want it then get down
I'm only respect'n whatever's from the door, Showing me style
Yall in love with all that bullshit
Hood niggas stay broke and fake rappers shine'n
What's under the wood shed, Raw talent
Masta polly, Come to the lab
I hook a steak up and write two ballads

 

[fox69]

"Determination"

"Determination"


[Intro: Raekwon]
I really don't need to be fuckin wit ya right now
I need to movin' around in the air, circlin' 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
Moseyin', 15 of us, five trucks
Crazy deluxe, bound by honor, nigga what?
Tailin' us in boats and land, 40 caliber 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, pop-it
(nothin' but determination)
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 blip on the radar, screen him out
Fightin' like like Julio Cazar, blaze y'all
May day, may day, chasin' me, CIA, KGB, FBI, DIA on they way
Trynna chase down the God, this Afro-African'll lace ya

[Chorus x3: Raekwon]
Nothin' but determination

[Raekwon]
Part two kid, establish brain power, truth 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 M
Frogmen, repped out cluein, left all the American Express cards
Left the passports, time share, 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 fire arm
Wit eternal affairs there, 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' nines, know the time

 

[fox69]

"Die Tonight"

"Die Tonight"


[Intro:]
Yeah, yeah!
What up, son?
Oh, word?
You fuckin' with her, right?
Uh, that bitch is crazy, B
She do anything, nigga
That bitch eat cookies in the bed and all that shit, man
Be careful, man – word up, man
Aight?
Hold it down, hold it down, one

[Verse 1:]
So when it's over, we demandin' our weapons
Stop, cock, shoot – now I'm in the Ghost of perfections
Smooth Willie chillin' with his Spartans
Park in front of your bitch, squeeze her tits, move aside, pardon
Paid niggas don't talk, just straight to the bar
Buy the whole shit out, then light up a bark
Colorful kings, wardrobes is different from yours
You don't want no beef, better take it to Moe's
Put the drink on the side and said "what?"
My mans with the turban on mouth froze, y'all niggas is fucked
He was my son out of Gun Hill, I know him through Tek
If it's the last thing we do we gon' get at his neck
Bartender give me the check, keep him right here, I'll be back
Now everybody knowin' I'm connected
Hopped in the Seven, left 57 on my wools
This is personal... niggas don't fret

[Hook:]
One more man gon' die tonight
One more hand gon' rob tonight
If it's a M on the table I'm down
Yo, don't be yappin' off at the mouth
When niggas don't see through the round
One more man gon' die tonight
One more hand gon' rob tonight
If it's a M on the table I'm down
Yo, don't be yappin' off at the mouth
When niggas don't see through the round

[Verse 2:]
Eatin' Kentucky Fired, lucky guy, him and his kid
From the first bite a bullet would've flew through his wig
Beast move, chill, wait for the kids
Older nigga not that stupid – I see the gun on his rib
Fuckin' catch him by the crib, yo, he live with his whiz
She the bow-legged stripper bitch we fingered and lived
For a buck she will guzzle your kids
And let you kick it to him, pour a Heineken up in this shit
This wack-ass nigga frontin', he actin' all bitch
Behind the walls, niggas pissed on him, gave him the biz
Just a tough guy frontin' 'cause he famous and shit
Back in '89, baby crimes, rapin' some shit
We should've killed him then...
He dusted, look at his piff
I should've milked him right there and then
Fuck it, son - yo, guzzle the gin
Let's make the movie occur, then blow up in the spur, yellin' "win"

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Enemy"
(feat. Ill Bill)

"Enemy"
(feat. Ill Bill)



[Ill Bill:]
A general can never live with the shame of defeat
Play the position the same way in the street, labeled a creep
Raised in the ways of the deep thinkers at the same time
I learned the most valuable things
From an uncle leaving syringes stuck in his veins
Heroin dreams, cocaine wishes
Seen a dope fiedn suck a dog's dick for a fix and
It's twisted and sick on this immaculate planet on which we live
That's why I keep a black bag of ammonia by my side ever since
Hollow tip shells, one in the chamber
Sign my name in blood, smudgen the paper
Too many crab motherfuckers and haters
Looking at me like I fucked their moms
Till they wind up hog tied in the trunks of their cars
It ain't no sunshine, I can smell the jealousy and envy
You're thinking my glass is half full, I'm thinking it's half empty
I think above the law, surpass insanity
Smear your blood on the wall like the Manson family
Wtahc your mouth you don't know me homie
Ill Bill, inappropriate like holding a baby, smoking a bogie
Blow your brains out, leave you with an empty head
Cause I'm a muthafucking villain like MC Ren

[Chorus x2: Ill Bill]
I live the same life you lead, breathe the same air you breathe
We similar, but no, you my enemy
Bang the fuck out in the street, hold the block down with heat
We similar, but no, you my enemy

[Raekwon:]
From every valley all the way to the valley is where allies live
With 40 Calies, winging drugs, selling Denalies
Where coke comes in big ol trucks, Dickies, white tees
Authentic Chucks, stash it in the boards for the cause
Alot of rap killers is lurking, base heads chirping
All these police workers got they hats backwords, and black hoods
Guard it like the Pope up in Rome
Slight cough, rhyming through foam, pajama sets, talking to Tone
I live through my family, civilians and loved ones
Take drugs and slay for my paper
Working under some fakers
I recognize the power of loyalty, come for the wants and needs
Everything else black, self explanatory
Take it back to Timexes and Outies
Push it through 1-39th, seeing Spanish, Jesus and Ralphie
You know who we came, it's holding besides breaded was lead
Go head, search us, guns is by the shoulders
You counting every one in back of the store
Different whores will jump out, different walls smelling like cum
Nowadays niggas know hustling
Yeah, go head, tell it wrong and get jinxed by the FBI
Word to every kingpin's wish
Move humble and hard, play the right men, slay the right bitch
Through the mix of concurrent drama
We honor niggas that died, got trapped up and fell behind karma
This real nigga lecture his destiny
Play the perfect hand of perfection, everything's a blessing at heart
I sat back like the giant from start, play number two position learn
To listen, gamble insmarts
Now we pushing from town to town
Realizing credit's the shit, but can't trust no niggas around
I try to establish life on my own, blaze a hundred bones
And think, I'm painting by the second, it's on
Yo, call the flag of a Muslim son, who base his life on guns and murder
Free business, handling chumps
Now alot of niggas is gone, sleeping on the Rican on the catwalk
Hump on his leg, back on his own
A wise man set up for failure

[Interlude: Raekwon]
Yo, yo, yo, untie him man

[Chorus x2]