Альбом Raekwon

[Kung-fu sample]
Master!
{*sounds of fighting*}
Toad style... hmmph
The Shaolin deliberately tried to use the Lord
To learn our Wu-Tang sword fighting!
The Shaolin would never do that!
Wouldn't you? The Shaolin have always looked down at us
Are you afraid the Wu-Tang would become more famous than you?
You?
So you used your Shaolin poison to set up my master and deliberately frame me!
That's nonsense!
It's not nonsense! I saw it myself!
Nonsense! The Shaolin have nothing to fear from the Wu-Tang but our swordfight

[Intro: Raekwon]
Aiyo! Come on! Let go of the ratchet, son, come on, let's go! Come on!

[Raekwon]
Villagers, gangstas, pillagers, paintbrush
New whips, blue fifths, Louis Shallah, b*tch
Ostrich turtlenecks, the Chef, already reps
Lean off the petty jets, we buy the very best
Outfits, powerful rich, pouncers, camel clips
One bump, two lumps, the shotgun, the new jumps
With flying bird, buying herb, new kick, designer birds
She on, and we up, let's re-up, and free'd up
Jakes hate it, Rae made it, Clientele, we gon' sell
You gon' starve, he gon' jail, night boots, swim with whales
Better snub, surgical leather gloves, never loved
We gon' kill, take it to the Hill, we forever real
Old records, old luggage, you ill with no rugged
You shoot and we spray, kill off them old buzzards
We love it, can't stand it, you read, the Wu Manual
We found it, stay grounded, we will, we still scrambling

[Kung-fu sample]
Hold your fire!
You two traitors!
You've mixed the Shaolin and Wu-Tang
No, we have not, it's just that they're the same
That's right, my Lord
You misunderstand our kung-fu work
It doesn't belong to anybody, IT EVOLVES!
Kill 'em!

[Raekwon]
The wrist lifter, the grave sitter, baby sitter
The jobless, to open the vault, call your sister
The Pyrex, the up in the five, live as Twister
Blunt rolling, only a robe on, some whiskers
Knee slapper, the gat packer, blackjacker
Extortionist, friendly as shit, Bob and Back-lur
Ones folder over the stove, gold rover
The gear dresser, the chop bagger, Marvin Haggler
Rap stabber, eat you alive, gold tarantula
Sixteen paces and shit, hold the heckler
Pimp style, Axel Foley, stolen Rolly
All ya n*ggas that know me, ya'll owe me

[Kung-fu sample]
I don't give a damn! Listen
Hahaha, And I'll kill anyone, who dares to go against...

[Hook: 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]

[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 ill, 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 cream and you know this
So nigga get yours, before the door to opportunity closes

[Hook]

[Intro: Raekwon]
N*ggas is sitting around, selling it for money
What the f*ck is that? Chill chill what up?
Stop playing, man, man, you know what it is, man
F*ck that, you know what it is, yo, n*gga what up?
Where that money? Man, yo, yo, yo, come here!
Stop acting like you don't know, you already know

[Raekwon]
Aiyo, Indian head, jewelry
Out in Egypt with the wrists of fury
Spanking bracelet, rocking Asics
Trick bandit, Ghost is brick granite
At the U.S. Open with my whole len, slapping up fifty scramblers
N*ggas said the II was classic, a lot of crack is in the game, yo
But your shit is the only 'lastic
C.R.E.A.M. rap, militant flow, combination with Swahilian dough
Guaranteed we do'se that, in the beast like pizzas
All I know is reefer and street stuff
Stay fly, moving in fleece, what?
Traveling the continents with confidence
Cuban Linx III coming, don't know when, but the time is running

[Sample: Ol' Dirty Bastard from "As High As Wu-Tang Get"]
Duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh, duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duhhhh
You b*tch ass n*ggas...

[Ghostface Killah]
By any means on, Ron O'Neal lean on
Freestyle, you want it from Ghost? Then throw C.R.E.A.M. on
Suited up, smelling like Fahrenheit with jeans on
Knock the rice out a wedding, come and get your bling on
Next winter we in Allah cabins, small baggage, more savage
Central Park killas, that equals more stabbings
You read the papers, more horrors like Amityville
Profanity kills, you like lint on a raggety silk
We rock bulls, rock jewels, you heard the interludes
Blow up beds in a fifty yard swimming pool
Jumping out of planes for dough, Gucci parachutes
Abdul Raheem written across is the attribute
Suede loafers, 'Lo scarves, my little grandson want
The 20-10 Mercedes-Benz go kart
So he can pull out the lollipop keys on 'em
His pops'll push the Bugatti drop V on 'em
Stampede on 'em, Rap Playoffs got a three-nothing lead on 'em
Sparking MC's like we quoting our degrees on 'em

[Kung-fu sample]
I want them to fight!
Sister... sister, get out of there!
If you kill them, we'll never know who's the best

[Chorus: Estelle]
What are the true keys to being a ninja?
Dressed in all black, perfect vision,
And that movement is in silence, ah
What are the true keys to being a ninja?
Dressed in all black, perfect vision,
And that movement is in silence
This is Shaolin (Shaolin) this is Shaolin (Shaolin)
This is Shaolin, Shaolin, Shaolin
This is Shaolin, this is Shaolin
This is Shaolin, Shaolin, Shaolin

[Intro: Raekwon]
Get away from there... shit
Want to believe it...
Yeah... oh shit
Fresh from the lands of Shaolin, n*gga
Check this shit out, man, yo

[Raekwon]
He threw a kick at me, I back-slapped him, I pulled out the mack
He kicked it out of my hand, how real that?
Yo, a place where n*ggas get it on at
I think it evolved around three hundred raps, thirty stacks
He had black on, yup, I was dusted, with all of my bengals on
Two rings clustered, shorty black
He was there, this my n*gga, check the bullshit, he jabbed China Man
He threw a sword right through his wool shit
Now he throwing stars at the kid, I'm jumping over my car, yo
Trying to get to my glove box and shit
Got the door open, gash in my Caesar, my sneakers got red on it
Know that's blood, he threw a piece of a chain with a long blade on it
And a n*gga was buckwild, I'm ducking and dodging
Trying to stick 'em with my little blade, Rae in some trouble
I got to the glove box, I threw two shots, he disappeared

[Chorus: Estelle]
What are the true keys to being a ninja?
Dressed in all black, perfect vision,
And that movement is in silence, ah
What are the true keys to being a ninja?
Dressed in all black, perfect vision,
And that movement is in silence
This is Shaolin (Shaolin) this is Shaolin (Shaolin)
This is Shaolin, Shaolin, Shaolin
This is Shaolin, this is Shaolin
This is Shaolin, Shaolin, Shaolin

[Inspectah Deck]
I stay there like it ain't nothing to face fear
Flowers by the grave of the n*ggas who say where
I'm straight tear, tell them don't play fair
Then retaliation, I'ma shake 'em just for scraping my suede pair
He told me "Yo, wait right here, son, I been there"
Rip your pockets off plus nut in your dame hair
Broad day, even with Jake there, serious
Last time you saw me I was rocking the same stare
Do or die, you or I, cousin, I pray for you
Forgive me for my sins, father, this is what they made me do
Nonsense cause me to slay the fool, rather than play the fool
I resort to waving the gauge at you

[Chorus: Estelle]
What are the true keys to being a ninja?
Dressed in all black, perfect vision,
And that movement is in silence, ah
What are the true keys to being a ninja?
Dressed in all black, perfect vision,
And that movement is in silence
This is Shaolin (Shaolin) this is Shaolin (Shaolin)
This is Shaolin, Shaolin, Shaolin
This is Shaolin, this is Shaolin
This is Shaolin, Shaolin, Shaolin

[Raekwon]
The year of the bullshit, why me? The n*gga had Asics on
A three hundred dollar pair, B
You don't scare me, wiping blood, hear me?
He laugh with a sinister grin, the sun went down, this is grim
Now I'm sweating, still repping my square, you probably under a chair
Black hood on and sporting a gray beard

[Inspectah Deck]
Respect mine, or there go your head line
A n*gga got caught up, and left naked sporting a necktie
Skip town slide to west side, CSI riding on my hides
So I'm out til next time

[Hook: Estelle (3x)]
Ha-ah, ha-ha-ah
Ha-ah, oooh-oooh-ooh-ooooooh

[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 muthaf*cking 1-6-Ooh shit
Yo, lord, that first Wu shit
You know what it is, it's that muthaf*cking
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 n*gga
Smack flames at him, no gun neither
Leave him with a bump, what the f*ck
("They say he's a swordsman") Get that little, n*gga
Who give a f*ck 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 n*gga, 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 n*ggas 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 n*ggas 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!)

[Kung-fu sample]
Very good!
Who are you?
We are from the Wu-Tang
Shaolin's the foundation
From which all kung-fu springs
Buddha's name be praised

[Raekwon]
I met him by Snake Pond, my hand on the flamer, my bomb
I park, Rae, Ghost, then lit up the bong
It's nightfall, nothing here, nothing to fear
Just got things to touch on, then he walked up weird
Walked in frail as stale, his eyes were soft
His face was pale, I looked at him kneel
Just wanna talk, you a deer, starting chasing him
He jumped in the tree, had grass in his ear
I'ma kill you n*gga, you gonna have to come down
Little did he know I was a leader, a full bred eater
Jump in new V's, shopping, had the fever
Next stop Starbucks and Spiegels, Jags had diesel
Then she walked in, fly little diva
N*ggas on the scheme for you gleam, they come from your school
A bunch of snake bites, they b*tch smacked Shareen
She slid in the '09 Beemer, with that sex whore Sabrina
Fortune checks, live in Medina
Thanks for the info, my kinfolk, listen, Ms. Window
With the big pimple on her temple
Any more knowledge is college, you gave enough to be bounced now
She shot up in Chipotle, don't quote me
917, 646, you know it's war, b*tch,
Can't dress for nothing, she fronting
Took a piss, roll up, let's twist, pulled down my pants
Good look, and shot through her tits
Now I gotta picture who I'm looking for, fake ass Brooklyn boy
I know his f*cking family, f*ck 'em all
I used to love brothers, now I hate 'em
Mostly them gator boys, who stunting and they never seen Nathan
Me and my real soldiers who started it, won't play part of it
But I'ma get to the bottom, I got 'em
Newspapers saying they shot 'em, but on the low
I heard he shot himself
A trip, yo, the poison me, I come from the poison peas
Where mothers run old nightclubs with tons of ki
Old lady holding them G's, dope fiends, holes in they jeans
Magicians that can make blow green
I know his whole team, no craze, dough so low
I hit 'em off mean, now he wanna hold me, no bro, B

[Intro: Raekwon]
Come on, man, you a wild dude, Chef
Talk to them n*ggas, man, stop playing, man
For real, man

[Raekwon]
Redskin leather, Indian sex
Pair of fresh Mocs on, lighting Lear on my flesh
Let my arm roll, fresh off the honor roll, platinum bottles of Cru'
All my n*ggas do what I got 'em for
Extra flashy grind, hit 'em with a crisp rhyme
Lines is nothing, blunt out, f*ck him
All we know is jewelry and I mashed that, everybody excited
To see whatever bling on, smash that
Clever, more like a fox and ox together
Two stainless glocks, rocks and a feather
Yeah, I'm from the lead era, shoot at
Anything that move, and move out America
And all we ever want is needed, seen it
Like a young Filipino in Kuwait getting treated
Heavy horror armor, spike a b*tch like her
Half a pound of good weed, then float through Gowanus
Brilliant master, sixteenth chapel in the Apple
Flooded up, Warridge wackos
Park Hillians getting hillions, that means millions
All on feet like Nigerian

[Busta Rhymes]
Shallah, I got 'em
Heat-seeking missile spit, don't even try to hide, n*gga
Sizzle through your skin bars, call me cyanide, b*tch
Try me if you want, homey, violation's a no-no
I am the health hazard, skull & bone, poisonous logo
Unleash the dragon, massacre the scene
I'm spitting, burn a hole through the speaker,
And start melting the street up
Somebody please call the fire department
And I'mma strong believer,
Ya'll know that I ain't the one to start with
Cuz once the fuse is lit and we strike a match and the spark smell
My fangs bleed and we nam them up like ox tail
Ya'll see what's happening, ya'll know what the truth is
Somebody please ask Shallah Rae why he making me do this
Cuz once I finish dudes, it's unfortunate for them yappers
Throw them in the trash, they ain't no recycling bin for rappers
I microphone control, it's the current dominant factor
The records been bodied, I personally request the pastor, gone

[Chorus - Kobe]
Hey little mama, little mama, I got some of that Bon Jovi
You know me
Have you flying in the air like you living on the pent house
We on the corner serving that rock 'n' roll, rock 'n' roll, rock 'n' roll
Posted on the corner with that rock 'n' roll, rock 'n' roll

[Verse 1 - Raekwon]
Willy Nelson nigga, you run flush, the crocodile hat
Cowboy rap, hammer game trustee
Diamonds on from Ghana, Boca Ratona, yeah
With the middle name Lex, pop my llama
Movies get made in HD, Mick and Jay they so three
I'm a Scarface to scrape me
There's nothing you could do to my real niggas
Not the ones I rest my head with, my sons'll milk a piranha
Two wheel scooters, the new Rugers
Floating through the Beverly summer
Counting ten with my shooter
All of these is high power, bard dealing style my nigga
Posted up, then fronting to Mr. Child
Titanium hustler, switch color
Most of them rich brothers'll hold they own
Fuck it, and switch numbers
Loved just the real shit, who killed shit?
Niggas is nothing, blow a blunt, repeal shit

[Chorus]

[Bridge - Kobe]
Hey little mama, have you ever took a hit of Mick Jagger?
Yeah, better we'll blast you
Now take a hit of this rock 'n' roll, rock 'n' roll, rock 'n' roll
It's some powerful shit

[Verse 2 - Ghostface Killah]
Everything platinum, even my baggage
You want a platinum rock? Then go see Ladin
He got the yellow hat, yellow Max Airs
Looking like me, with a yellow back, pretty long hair
Suck a dick like a rich stepping
Or Bobby Brown on speed dial, his ex girl stay on the check
I got that Mickey baby!
Little mama, I got the bomb, call me Tom Brady!
Move like a running back, 21 Tomlinson
Know how to push a pack, you should pay homage
Shit is too old, nigga feel like rhyming it
Get black, white, Mexicans
Make me fly like Donovan
Pop the champagne for the illest hustler in the game
I got the Pink Floyd, Ozzy all day
I ain't even mention my deals nigga
Because I don't want to have you freaked out over this real shit

[Chorus]

[Bridge]

[Verse 3 - Jim Jones]
Rockstar like the Red Hot Chili Peppers
I can't front because Roy Drop got me feeling extra
I drop the top so I can show style
I got the sours on Rolling Stone
I'm dropping shit on my mobile phone
I never slip because I keep a fully loaded chrome
And half my niggas even stay at that
Before we pour liquor for the 'grateful dead'
And where I'm from it's even Guns 'N' Roses
And fuck with me you need a bunch of roses
And Lord knows I keep the Led Zeppelin
A nigga front and then we bag wrestle
And you can tell them bitches feel at ease
We got that white girl, nigga Cheryl E
Diplomats, we the eagles
We finna be grated into Beetles

[Chorus]

[Bridge]

[Nas]
You fire? I'm butane
Gator Timbs, ostrich belts
These be the times that I surprise myself
My niggas looking like black crows and pack shows
The don's voice stay pristine like I'm still 17

[Raekwon]
I'm rich, black, African
Rocking the golden Mack
Shelling leather Gucci like it's on my back
Woolie-boxing hoodlum in the trench
Rinse these niggas, '86 Gazels dicing near the fence
Mike Tyson's disciple, trifle with my pen it's a rifle
16 ways to shoot you through your Chrysler duke
Exhaling with niggas in jails
Bring the best niggas to the table, I'll sick all my whales on you
Custom wooden speakers rock Alices, rump on polices
Dump on creatures, holidays and preachers
Stainless-steel, watch us, Ocsars turn necks
Here's the deal: if we can't come in they can have the field
Goons assist to murder instrumentals
Cayenne Porsche rap, how many horses live official?
I'm with generals who flash Uzis at interviews

[Nas]
Verse 2 gotta be all murder like
The first verse
Tend Jello like the ?
Yellow like my Harry Winston, glistening
Yellow like New York City: piss on concrete

[Intro: Raekwon]
Yeah, come on, man, aw shit
It's that fly diabolical, come on
Let's go Ra, come on
I got to tell 'em, man, I got to tell 'em
Based on a true story, y'all
Yeah... prophets, n*gga, prophet

[Chorus: Raheem DeVaughn]
From the Hills of the Shaolin
All the Wu-Tang came, from far and wide
From the Hills, of the Shaolin
With an iron fist of fury and a mighty sword
To fulfill the prophecy of the Wu-Tang, of the Wu-Tang

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
In the Polo store, fronting in war clothes, it been like this
From right in time when I was nine years old
I was a hot mess, smoking cheeba, running with stolen speakers
Dropped beepers, even wore a victory vest
I run with n*ggas, digging knots from n*ggas, running out the school
Stunting, back of the bus, flashing the ox
Rock the V-Gooses, everything we wore was name brand
Sold three looseys, just to get on call plan
R.E.C. Poss' Rockers, the Blip Brothers
Even the Spin Doctors, sat and smoke blunts, I been bopping
All my kins blew up, we grew up with
We used to do what? Running through the sewers and then shopping
Pick pocket, deuce baby, take it in truce, baby
You know how we do, come run in my boots, baby
The n*ggas came through, touch the God, here Shallah
Ever since went from ninjas to gem stars, sing Ra

[Chorus: Raheem DeVaughn]
From the Hills of the Shaolin
All the Wu-Tang came, from far and wide
From the Hills, of the Shaolin
With an iron fist of fury and a mighty sword
To fulfill the prophecy of the Wu-Tang, of the Wu-Tang

[Verse 2: Method Man]
Reunited, another LP, we're all excited
That reckless eyeballing will get your girl indicted
My touch like Midas, I cramp your style, arthritis
These n*ggas is food, I eat they food, n*gga-ritis
Your man don't snooze, insomniac
This The W, the Clan don't lose, you putting hands on who?
Hands down, I can handle you, you half man, half animals
If you are what you eat, and eat pussy, you's a cannibal
And stopping me, is what you cannot do
Either get in the game, get out the way, or get ran right through
I ain't different Method Man like you
But you ain't like us, we play rough, my community tough
And little kids in my community cuss
Y'all be showing your guns, but the ones in my community bust
And when they do, you give the jewelry up

[Chorus: Raheem DeVaughn]
From the Hills of the Shaolin
All the Wu-Tang came, from far and wide
From the Hills, of the Shaolin
With an iron fist of fury and a mighty sword
To fulfill the prophecy of the Wu-Tang, of the Wu-Tang

[Outro: Raekwon]
All the n*ggas came through
Yeah, from the Hills, Park Hill, Shaolin
Stapleton, New Brighton, n*gga
West Brighton, the Park, n*gga
Wu-Tang, South Beach, n*gga
Yeah, muthaf*cka, yo

[Intro: Raekwon)
Yo
What up man
What's good
Gimme the joint man
Yea, n*gga hold this money right here
We already got it knocked out ya know
Don't stress it
We good
"N*ggaz got mad coke inside a Luvs...Luvs Pamper box n*gga"
Ya n*ggaz is stupid

[Raekwon]
That n*gga pussy doin pig Latin
He can't come to the hood
Might kill him off top up in the Staten
Son think he better than n*ggaz
I think his rebels is resentful
Tried to kill him in his rental
He had an Idi Amin approach
Hittin the roach, had a hunger face
He drove his mom's 7 in the ocean
He's a wild cowboy slangin' heron
Who rock a dead arm
Knock a DEA agent out his Chevron
All of his Eli's machette'd up stainless

[Sample]

Never heard nothing, all you hear is the guns bangin'
Rockin' pastel blazers with a shorty from Iceland
Who old dad put 'em up on white sand
Starving to make a wack debut he came through the lobby
Three culture Devilles with him, a whitey
This pathetic, braggin' monkey face faggot deaded
Comin' through the stairs with blow in his mouth, desperate
Watchin' him lookin' stupid, son know we on foot patrol
Come through the hole, n*ggaz is swoopin'
700 shots, all leather gloves, 6 thugs
Two had a mask on, they took 'em off what
We got you now n*gga knowin' you down
N*ggaz is foul, this is trauma king, by any means baow
They pushed his face in, fell out his Saconies
Snatched his homeys, took his Glock
You gonna be my Tenderonies?

[Lloyd Banks]
Metal exchanges, the hoods a gun range
Everybody's a target, depending on how you aim
Dice games and ice chains, pennants spellin' your name
OG's settin' the wrong example, tellin' the same
Look at Shorty Shit Stain, grew up to be a f*ckin' mess
Before his clique came
He banged and never tucked his chest
Project full of them thangs he caught the gun connect
Ridin' round with A and Lou, Nino when they want respect
Son cold, Nino want to show
Everybody know they straight shippin' hood b*tches to the bungalow
Pillow talking led to birds talking
Chattin' bout what happened and when and where they comin' back in
Champagne slackin' traffickin' while they travel
Word got back at old time friends and snakes rattled
Two different 'burbans but the one that dropped the birds got tailed
Information for the ones who light the steel got mill.
Pussy power made the plans sour
Apartment full of party powder outside a stakeout for hours
Click clacks from big gats and rags
Soon as the door squeaks they runnin' up on the grass
BANG FLASH shots right on path, broken glass
Comedy of laughs while they haul ass with the bags
Legends in my hood play back
Twin Benz's whippin' in black
And that was like the old Maybach

[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 n*ggas four pounds
Walk, keep it moving, yo, hop in the range
I know you real, cuz 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 n*ggas is smoke fiends
F*cking every part of the planet, slam a forty with a salmon
Hit your ho on target, we family
These are big n*ggas, grown men, who travel the world
Calling global drug dealing n*ggas, moguls
Never locals, only courts I now is sober
And this is real n*gga 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
N*ggas is Romans, then turn around and they gon', then
Hoods is paro', n*ggas 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 n*gga, I'mma blow ya, I'mma give ya a hundred, n*gga
Just for that right there, my arm is...

[Intro: Raekwon]
Don't open that f*cking safe, n*gga
Yo, lord, yo, n*gga what up
All this shit right here, turn that shit down, n*gga
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, n*gga, 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 n*ggas in the slammers
We run wild like 'lo gazelles and baby pandas
Small n*gga with his gun rum, crazy gamblers
I'm uptown fronting, the fans know what gave me grammers
So when it's over I'mma fly to my lady mansion
And get riced up, some Japanese baby salmon

[Chorus: Raekwon (x2)]
Blowing holes in your Teepee, little wise ass
We disguised as, some n*ggas 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 n*ggas 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 n*gga, he cook every Sunday
He had a beef on the runway, making shit ugly
I had on alligators clarks, camouflage rugby
Bad b*tch from Brazil, who f*ck, never suck me
We was cooling in the Trump section, throwing bubbly
Got my n*ggas with the guns out, bowling lovely
When it's on, you gon' remember, ooh, you made him hungry
Top three of the east, n*gga, well what, what, B
Pay for that mil, for real, max comfy
Or you'll be one of them n*ggas that say "son me"

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

[Intro: Raekwon]
Yo, legend, man, what’s the prognosis, great minded?
Ain’t nothing, just swimming in life, you know
It’s all good and shit, man, word up, man
So yo, you go around the corner
You got nourishment over there, waiting for you, man
The other dude, youknowhatimsayin’?
Tell U Bar Allah, I said, ‘what’s good’ (who was up in the spot last night?)

[Raekwon]
Word to the gold panel mirrors, and to the wood grain in my Lambo
I go the extra mile, my flow scaffolds
Crew cuts, the older niggas, the game rumors, just the same goons
When niggas catch visions for killing capos
Palestinian armor, golden rocket launcher, my aunt
She copped it from me, bought it in Rwanda
See demon scheming, niggas get live in the Beacon
I’m ‘shaw’ to ‘shank’ shit up like Morgan Freeman
Pussy getting rapper, rich nigga, one-on-one rents niggas
And incidents, my fingerprints been tore up
We sell love slinging like Siemens, the snort-able Beemers
They love calling niggas names out, you screaming
Feds try to trap us and plus tap us, niggas’ll grab us
Throw you in the rassle, yo, clap ups
Catch me at the Stephen King mansion, with four of my Branson niggas
With me, me and Britney, a glancer
Know your shit authentic by the way your hat fit on you, with it?
I’m like the Blair Witch nigga in the rented
Curtains in the five-seven, chunky and short
Bagging dope up in the backseat, your packages walk
Holding my girl wedding ring, she Medellin
Name is Beretta King, live in Alpharetta and she never leave me
Flow freely this is all graffiti, the cloth we cut from
Is straight from a rich nigga, greedy

[Hook: Raekwon]
Yo, Scarface gangstas, criminal niggas up in the trenches
Army coats on, playing the benches
Getting paper, sly, that’s the motto, intelligent goons
Inside a hundred thousand dollar whip, follow

[Rick Ross]
Still gritty, leave the pretty to the females
The watch mother pearl with the seashells
Pick of the litter, have this nigga picking paper up
Twitter thug, I’m the timeline strangler
Get ‘em up, banging dangerous as angel dust
Cuban Linx smoking stink in the Brink’s trunk
I run with killas who snort powder, extort cowards
Ankle monitors under garments, so fuck showers
I give a fuck what you talking ’bout
Mob meetings, we them only niggas walking out
Sparking purple once a nigga done spaghetti slurping
Fly away in my new, Scabetti, surfing

[Hook]

[Ghostface Killah]
Yo, we in the back roasting marshmallows, bottles of Cru’
The dialogue is the big chain niggas is rude
Law library scholars, potatoes over the thirty eights
With bald-heads, all live wires
Eleven homes, six trust funds, came home from doing a dime
We just left Un’s, straight up
And we standing over the stoves, in denim Gibaud’s
Brought a Dairy Queen to Queens right next to Lowe’s
IMAX Theatres, Astoria Waldorf
Philip Drummer suite, pretty young thing sucking my balls off
Bubble baths, hash, zuted up, eyes closed
Silk drawers, fronting in my key, I’m Paul Wall-o’s
And I still got a half a ki indeed, Frank Lucas shit
Hid it in coffins, flying over seas
And if you ever try to ruin my knight
I’mma make sure my best pawn put like three in your kite
Shot caller, laying in big laws
Rock of Gibraltar, my pinky joint, killing like Orca
Daytime hawk, a nasty street author
Me, Rae and Rick, uzi’d out in the porches
Case we gotta Warner bro, like Malcolm-Jamal
I’mma Falcon, Seven Mike Vick with the ball
Cuz I can hut-one, hut-two, disrespect, I hunt you down
Ain’t a muthafucking crew we can’t run through

[Hook]

[Outro: Raekwon]
Army shit, nigga
Camouflage, gorilla shit, nigga
You know what it is, man
Yo, Lex, talk, yeah
Where ya man at? Let’s go
Stay together, my nigga

Yeah, word, I heard about it, man
Yeah, word, similar story, you know?

[Raekwon]
Regardless, we all ninjas, and got money,
but the theme of the story
Is yo, checking how they came for me

(This is it, B)

Kinda brief from the gold teeth era,
bro dreaming on C.R.E.A.M.
Complimentaries and beef
I'm from the wild side, a militant was made by the foremost elite
It sound good, brung my rifle shit, clean
Met the others, lit a blunt, begin
I'm like Nicole Kidman in the wind, n*ggas is wild, n*ggas is eat
Then I chanced it, blood can always beat mud
Mud is part of being thug, I guess it's advance, we from the street
This is me, I'm ready to beat, whatever, we gon' off' it
One time alone, yo, they pricked up Unique
Meth standing there, rare hustler hair, right in front of the building
Them n*ggas do them killings out there
This is deep, me, Rebel, U-G, he walked in the room
Scarf rap, pair of Timberlands, beat
This the potion, roll the scroll out, speaked and another walked in
Knowing now this is a thief
We from the same voc's, this is like a pot roast
Hottest n*ggas who rhyme, I know them from the time,
This is not 'posed to happen
Peace Black, we wasn't cool
Threw the piece back, everything good, I lit the leaf, captain
Got a mission, to make sure the world recognize our position
I'm standing near the kitchen
Shit just might work, I lit the stink, this could be the realest shit
This could be the realest flip quick
Everybody stand up in militant, army jackets down
I said to myself, this the realest clique
True champ, we gon' rep it through, keep it cool
No boot camp, no hard work, just some loot, family
All in, ball til you fall, loyal as ever
I grab my leather, I'ma lay til you call

[Chorus: Raekwon (x3)]
Generals, demons, nighttime, vultures
Caught up on the ropes, let's team it
Everybody seen it, Zenith, what you mean?
Everybody C.R.E.A.M.'in', the all American dream

Chorus:
Now we are the masters of our fate
That the task that which has been it’s not above our fate
That its pangs and toils are not beyond our endurance
As long as we have faith in our goals
And unconquerable will power
Salvation will not be denied us!
Salvation will not be denied us!
We are the masters of our fate!

[Verse 1 Raekwon]
The time has come, I just begun, this is designer rum
My wallet got flowers on it, killer cowards from milan
The stolen land where gold chains control a man
300 holdin hands, stolen grams
I play the fan, and wave and leave that nigga for dead, or should I save him?
Spittin out phlegm, no, just grave him
I remember days I used to work for niggers, eat jerk with niggas
Buyin whippids, laughing at jokes and try to flip
Clip is loyal, fly spoil on the block, display royal
Even though we go back to royals, black oils
Live as ever, can’t tell me nothing
Whatever this thing of ours is empoweredby my niggas who pumping
24 hours of sling motion, wave brush
Ya'll knew my hair was the ocean
Running through the building just nego-tion
Some of the creeps knew me very well
Knew he would sell, knew he was potent

Chorus:
Now we are the masters of our fate
That the task that which has been it’s not above our fate
That its pangs and toils are not beyond our endurance
As long as we have faith in our goals
And unconquerable will power
Salvation will not be denied us!

[Verse 2 Black Thought]
Ok, bridges I burned some, lessons I learned some
Money I spend some, lent some, earned some
My eyes tell a tale of the hell I returned from
Spark up a L for the homies I haven't heard from
Burn when the urge come
I’m living lurge(large)
Never chilling on the curb, just a villian on the verge, son
My tenth shot is ass official as the third one
Second one, first one
Worse come, the worst run
When I was pushed out of the womb the earth spun
The only way to describe this is enertia
Some rappers think they could try me, Who the first up?
I don’t guarantee no survivers, nigga surfs up
Yeah, soul on ice, courage and sacrifice, hold on tight
And save your laughter for the afterlife
These chumps thinkin they good, ain't even half as nice
Your fate will be a one-way ticket to paradise

Chorus:
Now we are the masters of our fate
That the task that which has been it’s not above our fate
That its pangs and toils are not beyond our endurance
As long as we have faith in our goals
And unconquerable will power
Salvation will not be denied us!
Salvation will not be denied us!
We are the masters of our fate!

Just chanting "Wu-Tang"

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