Raekwon

[fox69]

"Every Soldier In The Hood"
(feat. Method Man)

"Every Soldier In The Hood"
(feat. Method Man)



[Intro: Raekwon]
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Not moving, soon
Don't stand over there
Shaolin over here, chill, chill, chill, police, man

[Hook x2: Raekwon]
To every soldier in the hood, go in
To every real nigga holding, keep your ones on folding
Take it from a ninja in scribes, stay alive
Keep rolling, and keep your guns on swollen

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Aiyo, joint loaded, Lotus, big chain cobras
Cloth the certain way, notice
My style's new now, with generals Luau, drugs, guns
Chilling on the cool out, don't make me pop you, this is not cool
Guaranteed to give you something that works, your dump in the dirt
Shitting up blood, fingers is burnt
Many cycles when you fight in my walls,
It's like Michael and the Bulls
See a flying piece of iron, no lying
No fib and no bullshitting, the shines is forbidden
We like Crouching Tiger, you just a fucking kitten
Bout to get that wig re-open and then smoked in
Bitches is watching, snatch you in the open, yo
Twenty-four, seven, we legends, the myth, the riff, the gift
Shaolin bounded with more wiff
Clap 'em with them get down boys, we call them, them niggas
Who want it with us, we the belt holders in the business

[Hook x2: Raekwon]
To every soldier in the hood, go in
To every real nigga holding, keep your ones on folding
Take it from a ninja in scribes, stay alive
Keep rolling, and keep your guns on swollen

[Verse 2: Method Man]
Yo, ay, the streets be calling and shit
A lot of veterans be calling it quits
They be calling my flow I'll, but still I'm never calling in sick
This is Meth Man, New York niggas calling me piff
Fuck the cops that be calling me Cliff, flag me down on the Concord
Police dogs all up in my whip
I get cake, women all in mix, they wanna jump in the six
And groupie niggas wanna jump in your flicks
We live the life, Scarfaces and guns, I used to fight for crumbs
Throw an ace, kick the dice and run
Plead your case, you ain't nice as son, I got the drive to win
So where you niggas get your license from?
Bite an ear, Mike Tyson, uh, that means dough and my nose itch
And coke fiends is blowing they noses
My team got C.R.E.A.M and you know this
So nigga get yours, before the door to opportunity closes

[Hook x2: Raekwon]
To every soldier in the hood, go in
To every real nigga holding, keep your ones on folding
Take it from a ninja in scribes, stay alive
Keep rolling, and keep your guns on swollen

 

[fox69]

"F.I.L.A. World"
(feat. 2 Chainz)

"F.I.L.A. World"
(feat. 2 Chainz)



[Verse 1 - Raekwon:]
Dressed in FILA, change in the beehive
7:30 nigga slick coupe with him, see ma?
I'm rich, my bitch, before and after, kept her well
Sit right there, enjoy the chapter
Bounce, 2 ounces get burnt
Thinkin' bread now, buy more lead, get the dread town
Let's smoke on the furlough king
Switch to Merlot, I know them niggas is bird, they swerve dope
Nobody gettin' it, whores is wicked with it
Little kids growin' up fast, teens is wickeded
No jobs, no checks
It's like rockin' an Olex
Rolex, her father is Cotex
Mother is so vexed, brothers is on ex
Niggas is slummin' it, I'd rather see no necks
Dumb niggas, this the decade of bum niggas
It won't work, no matter how much bread you jerk

[Hook - 2 Chainz:]
Inhale it
Inhale it
Inhale it
Weed so loud, all my neighbors say they hear it
Roll up the strong, inhale it
Roll up the strong, inhale it
Roll up the strong, inhale it
Weed so loud, all my neighbors say they hear it

[Verse 2 - Raekwon:]
I'm usually in the lawsuits frontin'
Comin' out Bank of America, big knot on me, I'm comfy
Roll the joints, jumpin' in joints
Niggas with coins beat the point
And we want appointments, yo nigga, get some ointment
Stop playin', start prayin', I just might start sprayin'
Niggas is ass and all day with it
No style with no pals, niggas is so foul
It shows how I only fuck with real, them niggas know now
I slow down, don't wanna catch a charge and go down
I'm too large, drop a bag, use a marksman
Pause, said, "You don't want no parts of me, kid"
I'm just shootin' you real rap, so go wash with it
A legend with his hands up, suits is glammed up
I'm just bowlin' for millions out in Japan, what
Plannin' somethin', niggas ride around wearin' somethin'
Other than that or rap, I'd rather fade black

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - 2 Chainz:]
These niggas is dead already, I use machetes to eat spaghetti
They really couldn't ride a mile on my Pirellis
Bags so heavy the damns collapsed
Conversate about me, that's a chain reaction
Pressure to press in past aggression
Hope your body guard got pain protection
One in the chamber, middle finger, no fornicate
So many bullets in the clip, it's 'bout to sufficate
My uncle was late, my aunt ain't show up
How you gon' tell an old man to grow up
It's like comparin' Earl to throw up
Same frame of mind but a different poster
I'm 'posed to be what I wanna be
Dream so big for the world to see
First class, fruits and tea
And usually the only black man is me

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Fat Lady Sings"

"Fat Lady Sings"


[Intro: Raekwon w/ others in background ("Dred")]
{I'm tired of them muthafuckas down the block
Every time I come outside, them niggas -}
Aiyo, some major station radio {aiyo, come on, hurry up}
Get the joint, {hurry up, son}, kill all those niggas man
We going Ricky Retardo on them niggas
{Everybody just shut the fuck up
I'm tired of using this muthafucking grenade right now}
What you seen stupid?
You don't even know what you talking bout, man
You fabricating the wrong shit, man
Both of them niggas were stand up niggas, man
Niggas went to war! You know how it go
In order to be a general, nigga, you still gotta be a soldier (Gotta
Kill ya bloodclot)
Speak about what happened then, man, for real, fuck it, aiyo -
Check this out, man, what niggas is doing over here, man?
(Why you think ya gangsta?) Yo Dred, man, word up, man
(Why ya'll don't know nothing) This is ours, man, we own all this right here, man
(Who you? Who ya talk about?) Straight up, man, we know how real it could get
(Who ya talk to to?) But it's gon' be repercussions

[Raekwon:]
Punch broke the Dred's jaw, pulled the four out
And went off, told him that he can't sling his raw
When he fell, yo, he broke his wrist, his bangles flew off
His Balley's was scuffed, then he blew a kiss
Bleeding out the side of his ear, niggas was staring
And the silk shirt was ripped off, Punch cut his hair
Razors was bloody, he kept hitting, Dred grabbed his shirt
Showing his stomach, the kid had zippers on him
Bitches was flipping, they grabbed Tasha, caught her for a Louis
Snatched her titties right up out the bitch bra
No selling over here, Jack, heard the Dred mumble
'You be dead in a week' then he stumbled back
Little young Keyon rushed him, yeah, shorty was a vet
Gillette soldiers, shorty hit the neck
Blood squirted, look like laundry detergent, the Dred fell out
Right from there, he gon' need a surgeon
You ain't dead yet?

[Chorus x2: Raekwon]
The fat lady sings, the fat lady sings, the fat lady sings
The fat lady sings, the fat lady sings, the fat lady sings

 

[fox69]

"Ferry Boat Killaz"

"Ferry Boat Killaz"


[Intro: Raekwon]
Yo, pass off, man
You know what it is, man
It's that shit, yo, Alchemist, what up?
Good looking

[Raekwon:]
Ferry Boat killas, Park Hillas, infered lasers
On the top of the ceilings, can't sneak by
Go downs is like blow hounds, we smother the block
Jumping in front of cars, lending niggas four pounds
Walk, keep it moving, yo, hop in the range
I know you real, cause I raised you, not gon' front on your aim
We spit together, rocking wrist lights, stunting,
Right in front of the parking lot
I'm like that shark wearing, lighting, been Niking
One bling, two bling no, only Boeings
And trips to Australia, yo, my niggas is smoke fiends
Fucking every part of the planet, slam a forty with a salmon
Hit your ho on target, we family
These are big niggas, grown men, who travel the world
Calling global drug dealing niggas, moguls
Never locals, only courts I now is sober
And this is real nigga food, Chef giving out his soul food

[Interlude: Raekwon]
Get a plate, man, for real, man
Come eat, man

[Raekwon:]
Bulldogs they calling, phantom doors lift up, crawling
Kiss Shallah hand in the Holland
Larry and his guns is weird, six hundred onions a year
No more running, see the morgue, shorty
Wild nights, crew gunning cats, animal jackets and axes
Bulletproof buses, forty backs
Niggas is Romans, then turn around and they gon', then
Hoods is paro', niggas is logged in
Channel to channel, hammer to hammer
Rock a bandana knife like Rambo on the scrambler
Get high, trust your trigger man, logic is the bigger man
Get shit done, hit Orlando
New improved killas is beemer, plasma walls with the ninas
Stick your arm in the back, you jink
Thirty seven, three one five, eleven oh nine
With two T's, it's like rolling up new trees

[Outro: Raekwon]
Light up, man, light up, man
Open that nigga, I'm a blow ya, I'm a give ya a hundred, nigga
Just for that right there, my arm is...

 

[fox69]

"Fish & Chips"

"Fish & Chips"


[Raekwon:]
Dare one of ya'll niggas get out of line, I'm a finalize
Ziplock your face, plus do the time
See my niggas, cook square denny's, we the tea sippers
Need liquors, off the hook, yo, we them niggas

[Chorus x2: Boy Big]
We on the block, man, we keep 'em cocked, man
And what's going on right here, ya'll can't stop, man
You'll get popped, man, you better believe that, Where's the weed at?

[Raekwon:]
Aiyo, caught me by the bodega, I flossy, saucy
In viesel jeans, pockets had the measles, gleen costly
A hundred on the wrist, glist Rothstein
Glad to meet you, his boo said I eat you, just a portion of me
Leather plush, burberry sweater with the furry gloves
With the trims on, the grin on
Looking mad hungry, but my beard chunky
What's happening, you black? No question, what you offering me?
Seventeen five a banana, grab a chair
Rapping like we at the Copacabana, niggas scared
The shorty working the arms, the sister's like two big magic wands
She shook her ass in the magic thongs
She recognizing I'm no average don
She seeing me posing, extra live with my karats on
Stop, tilt the glass on 'em
Half past a mill, was worth like a half a mill in cash, on

[Chorus x2]

 

[fox69]

"Flashback Memories"
(feat. The Game)

"Flashback Memories"
(feat. The Game)



[Intro: Raekwon, (The Game)]
Yo Game what up, (Yo Chef what it is)
Aint nothing my nigga, Tryna get paid in full man
(You know I'm definitely down for that)
So you rep'n Black Wall Street right
(Black Wall Street general, Five star soldier and all that)
No question I'm rep'n Vatican, We gone do this big nigga style
Let's take em there for real, Let's go

[Raekwon]
Before flusty days living in Killa Hills
I was young'd out with rusty waves
Cut'n hair chill'n, Going down town blaze'n
Lay'n up in Albee Square, When I bought my first fronts there
Everybody young as fuck, In the pizza shop, What up
Brooklyn niggas rap with a cuffle
Call the highlights the gangsta dialect
Before I let any nigga take mine I'm die'n, Moet
What's the jump off, The new shit
Then he said hold up a sec
Get this crack money, Niggas except
Wick checks, Food stamps and amps
Blue Wallabee's, Aviaries' on in the back on the ramp
You know we pop off for hours, Cowards beware
Word to Mother, You gone respect my power
Respect the dollar, No quizzy, Get busy
It was like adolescents at war, We clapped them thizzies
On the duece suited Voltron, The ratchet heavy
In the crib cool'n blunted, Watch'n Tom & Jerry
Bag'n up, Laugh'n, Bling'n, Rhyme'n and sing'n
When it come to getting currency, Call me a swinger
We rock Maybach's, Benz's is little
Icicles on, Cover the ground with a massive dribble
Call us ballers, Brawlers, Them whores want all us
Suede down, Cool'n, Play'n spades with quarters
And then left it for the rap game
All my niggas grab champagne
Bust of them seals it's mad flames, Yall lames
Stay in your lane, We move'n like big money
Bet a nigga die for them chains
You know the slang baby, Watch me lay her
Half goon, Half mayor, The other half call me a hater
But later, I'ma polly for Rae-ah, And a hundred wolves
Pull next time, Respect the playa, What

[Chorus 2X: Raekwon]
Flashbacks, Memories, Two shots of Hennessy
Street life etiquette, Real niggas blend with me
Talking bout ten a key, Baltimore, Tennessee
I ain't got to tell you, How long I been a G

[The Game]
I'm sick and that drop Aston is the medicine
Ride'n with the Moon in the rear view, It's only evident
I'm fly as the wings on a seven forty-seven jet
Game code his rhymes, Ain't even been recorded yet
On the fence where my Father used to sport a Vet
And my Uncle Red ran the rock like door set
Rewind time ten years before I had the Lex
Mail man scared to drop the bills on my door step
Little nigga street dream'n bout a fast car
My Father had dope tracks like his arm was Nascar
In eighty-seven, Shit I was maybe seven
Watch'n my big brother throw'n ten, Come back with eleven
Only knew what it was cause I overheard
My Pops on the phone talking bout selling all my birds
I cried over the next eight years over them pigeons
To only find out not one was missing, Word

[Chorus]

[Outro: Raekwon]
Yeah, That's how we do what we do, Knowhatimsayin
For real, The only thing we do baby
Is fold dough, You heard
And read the DuPont all day nigga
And get the stove clean you heard
This is real offical shit man, Word up man
Our cherry is different from all these
Phony ass, Carrot cake ass niggas
Fake ice philanthropist, You know what the fuck I mean nigga
Ha ha, It's real niggas right here boy
Word up, Go buy the babies them big bang'n
Am & Barshon necklaces, Nothing but new luggage nigga
Youknowhatimsayin, Catch me in the South of France nigga
Clean as a fuck, That's how it go
Yeah, This is powerful shit baby, Word up
Black Wall Street, Vatican, BT man, What up baby

 

[fox69]

"Flawless Crowns"

"Flawless Crowns"


[Intro: Raekwon]
Uh... lay back.. word up, just bless 'em
With the bulletproof... more cases for ya eyes...

[Raekwon:]
Flawless crowns, sevens, bags of black
We kill industry niggaz and build maps
High powered money, blimps with emblems
Pimps, all of my hoes'll spray you under the tints
Yeah, car shows with cases, writing niggaz out in the Beacon
Down in the antics, Lex, you should take it
Wide world of sniffers, spiroglyphics, caesers and blue eagles
I'mma make my music the business
And now for the record, I'm on niggaz, go head, ditech it
I'mma leave you left, freezing and naked
Silverback gorillas, taught to bite tongues out faces
Fleeing in clubs, fly in something silver
Catch me with the Germans, hard body dealing with hard white
Dominican complexion with some hard ice
Can't nothing rock me, I'm legendary

[Outro: Raekwon]
What, what, what, what, what, what, what, what
It's on you bitch... word up...
Back to that ice rocking shit
The muthafuckin' good sneakers on
With the persian muthafuckin' scarfs hanging on
Catch me flying in that muthafuckin' XO
It's on, with the shit on the other side
The steering wheel on the other side, my nigga
You know what it is, it's going down
Cuban Linx man, Part 2, The Purple Tape
It's on, thoro, do it...

 

[fox69]

"Fly Shawty Penelope"

"Fly Shawty Penelope"


[Intro: Raekwon]
Yeah, yeah, straight outta jail
First time nailing me, realer than the obvious
They never said it was gonna be easy
Who can y'all put up with?
The streets... why you coming at me like that, man?
You payin' him? You taking care of me?
What's the matter with you, man?
See this the shit that make a nigga don't come over, man

[Chorus x2: Raekwon]
Aiyo, fly shorty Penelope, fresh female chick
Straight outta jail, first time mailing me, God
Realer than the obvious, livelyness was on the line
I mean like, the sweetest thing, most seen her kind

[Raekwon:]
Bloomingdale patient, slick finance who got a Benz station
Studying law, buying North Faces
Tried by the police, yo, straight up and down
I hold rollies, size six shaconies, daughter, might name her Water
Son, might name him Rich Porter, style, Law & Order
Copped them quarters, it's real, blowing out in Florida
Displaying a game, frame, I'm adoring her
Blasting music, I'mma lose it, shorty romance the music
Just grind, don't dance to it, flexin' with a sun dress on
Shorty refreshin', less you stressed, stop swarmin' on her
Yellin', it's all made basic, taste it
Anybody lace this here, you can blaze it
Rinaldo stepped up, what, "Lex, you know I got it lined up"
Bust ya gun from the side, what?
Take this thought in mound, your frame might be a dime
But the brain power might not shine
Shorty had a good head once, rolling up blunts, damn
She fucked up, got caught in the crunch
Now, down go her lifestyle
She on the FDR now, with a Audi J, bugging out
Stop that drinking, you wild, project chick, yo
Won't even tuck her chain, nigga, that's foul
Got caught up in the number run, dunn
I need to get my life back, son, share one
Lex laid it out, but she stunt, enter and still smoke blunts
Shit ain't real, she yelling "Fuck everyone"
Yup, caught up in the midst, I mean glitz
Went from doorags to rich, now he blue hat and switch
I guess, the live way to rap it, shorty went backwards
Now she stuck with a dirty Guess jacket
Keep on, giving out the jewels wrong
Who wrong? Who want? Who trynna-trynna act like you never knew wrong
Now it's raining, now I'm maintining, gaining
Probably gaming with positive aiming, long dane it
Stepped in, jumped in the car, fuck God
Put the Wisdom for Knowledge, you bond, whine too hard
Shaking her ass, walking out to the garage, you large
Fuck men, fuck who weighing nods
Stopped, took a peak at the stars, the Zodiac, a fine Mars
Or lose it for a chick behind bars
Wash, waking up Lars, aiyo collect call Taj'
Let's take a half a million in the cards
Laying up, at the Laborage, say I need a massage
Stressed, jumping out the Guess jumper, charged
Wifey material, make sure y'all observe the ariel
I'm mailing this through ya stereo
Wifey material, make sure y'all observe the ariel
I'm mailing this through ya stereo
Wifey material, make sure y'all observe the ariel
I'm mailing this through ya stereo

 

[fox69]

"For The Listeners"

"For The Listeners"


[Hook:]
This for the listeners with big businesses getting it, living overseas with it
Who get fly as a fuck roll up drop a hundred thousand like seed niggas
All my jewelry is custom and it's live from the head to the V's nigga
We gon' be getting it, we gon be getting it and getting it

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Drug trafficker. Bank book from Attica
Mack slappa right in ya lab I put the apple on it
Dipped in pajamas, to hold the llamas and anacondas
Promotional cuts kniccas with choppas
On the Wu panaramic, elevator lab with a hammock
Wrangler red, coke in cabinets
Flex on the mayor, slinging in Disney on the lay-up
Fresh new whites on you pay us
Back to this emceeing, dipped in so many DMs
Taking it back to baby BM's
Meet me at the manor, where all my kniccas sit back and gamble
Put your house up, buy you a Lambo
And my lady she a winner, got a real knicca my agenda
Cop u everything give you the VIN number
Style more passion, flashin' a general, nasty, mixed with raw more and fashion.

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
Russian connect shower head flooded in baguettes
Come live in my garage with the steps
Blue nosed pit, the stove cost a hunnid
We trick, money we funny tax write piff
Covers is Louie, pillows Chanel, flowing well
Fish tank gazelle made me skip
The honululu of france, maxing with my boo boo
Between me and you in this rap I'm a guru
Everything we buy is fly. From Fila to Dida
Catch me overseas near the key-ahs/kiosk
3 6 to B.I's, tee on, Levis
Tidal wave rap version me forty mirars
This pussy ain't nothing, it's money we want
Rolling a blunt, run down your honey with a gun, yo
Kniccas to bitches to outside visitors
With rap crack darts dedicated to the listeners.

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Forecast"

"Forecast"


Turn me up (feel me like) let me get a feeling of who love me
And who I love (that's what it's all about though)
You understand?
First you got to know how to move (the forecast calls for...)
Then you got to know how to make moves (straight up)
All y'all
It's eternal (what?)
(We getting on the ninety five?) Yea I like that word
(Yo) we bringing it from here (don't drive too close to the ?heava? nigga)
Understand? (Come on) let's go let's go let's go
Yea that's right (right)
What up? So what is it called? (you know what its called kid)
Yo (how much I, how much I implement my thoughts to you?)

Yo, hey yo shout out New York
Philadelphia my sword talk
Praises due
The block favors you
New Jers with the guerillas with the most sexiest birds
Vehicles and shit shout out your word
Fox premier
My niggas in Connecticut yea
Upstate, Albany got love here
Rochester all the way down to stretcher
You large Long Island niggas definitely paint a picture
Chicago peace
Maryland take cheese
Baltimore lock it all down yo lets increase
Boston stay flossing
My eye like Steve Austin
Seeing how y'all bought Rae fortune
Texas yo
How many lexuses y'all goin' flow
Yall niggas doing it is love yo
Miami and North Carolina like family yea
Spoil a nigga like kids with cotton candy
Yo Va. all the money makers generate
Shorty driving around still making ten a day
L.A. yep its real when they tell me
Yep I know it's ill 'cause police tried to kill me
And oh let's politic and make dido
D.C. I hope y'all feel me when I ble-do
Atl., Tennessee ring bells
Out in Ohio bumping twenty inch wheels
Yea San Franciso, Vegas, Illinois, Dallas
Minneapolis cats rap with us
Michigan yea Rollie Derm burn
Phoenix, Sacramento really care
Bitches on the air
Portland, Buffalo, Toronto
Stay Brolic in the Giants like the Denver Broncos
Yo South Carolina bring the drama
Still in all like the way she ball
Yea she yelling she my baby mama
Japan coma
London, Germany, China holla
Africa my brother
Russia light a dutch up
Indiana where they all throw scramblers and they cut ya'
Jamaica yep Bahamas
And we honor everything
Homage
Looking Guyanese in Ghana
Detroit saying go head do your thing boy
Puerto Rico come on through Raekwon my boy!
Louisiana and Canada
St. Louis, Florida you're on what? Candid Camera
He like master in Nebraska
Fleeing in white mink on god G-ing in Alaska
Laid up Brazil play real
Got like fifty K in a briefcase Rae'll chill
What? You know the plan
Laying up in Amsterdam
Blowing nine grand
Batting a white man

Oooooo tell me it's me you want baby
Got to tell me
Why don't you tell me girl?
Tell me its me you want baby...
Ooooo.....
Aaaaaaa....
Ha ha ha ha...