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from Wu-Tang Clan - Enter The Wu-Tang 36 Chambers (1993)
Intro:
Shaolin shadowboxing, and the Wu-Tang sword style If what you say is true, the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang could be dangerous Do you think your Wu-Tang sword can defeat me? En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style Chorus: RZA Bring da motherfuckin ruckus Bring da motherfuckin ruckus Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin ruckus Bring da motherfuckin ruckus Verse One: Ghostface Killah Ghostface, catch the blast of a hype verse My glock bursts, leave in a hearse, I did worse I come rough, tough like an elephant tusk Ya head rush, fly like Egyptian musk Aw shit, Wu-Tang Clan spark the wicks an' However, I master the trick just like Nixon Causin terror, quick damage ya whole era Hardrocks is locked the fuck up, or found shot P.L.O. style, hazardous, cause I wreck this dangerous I blow sparks like Waco, Texas Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef I watch my back like I'm locked down, hardcore Hittin sound, watch me act bugged, and tear it down A literate type asshole, songs goin gold, no doubt and you watch a corny nigga fold Yeah, they fake and all that Carryin gats but yo, my Clan Rollin like forty Macs Now ya act convinced, I guess it makes sense Wu-Tang, yo sewwwwwwwww, represent I wait for one to act up Now I got him backed up Gun to his neck now, react what? And that's one in the chamber Wu-Tang banger, 36 styles of danger Chorus Verse Three: Inspectah Deck I rip it hardcore, like porno-flick bitches I roll with groups of ghetto bastards with biscuits Check it, my method on the microphone's bangin Wu-Tang slang'll leave your headpiece hangin Bust this, I'm kickin like Segall, Out for Justice The roughness, yes, the rudeness, ruckus Redrum, I verbally assault with the tongue Murder one, my style shot ya knot like a stun-gun I'm hectic, I wreck it with the quickness Set it on the microphone, and competition get blown By this nasty ass nigga with my nigga, the RZA Charged like a bull and got pull like a trigga So bad, stabbin up the pad with the vocab, crab I scream on ya ass like your dad, bring it on... Chorus Verse Four: The Genius/GZA Yo, I'm more rugged than slaveman boots New recruits, I'm fuckin' up MC troops I break loops, and trample shit, while I stomp! A mudhole in that ass, cause I'm straight out the swamp Creepin up on site, now it's Fright Night My Wu-Tang slang is mad fuckin' dangerous And more deadly than the stroke of an axe Choppin through ya back *swish* Givin bystanders heart-attacks Niggas try to flip, tell me who is him I blow up his fuckin prism Make it a vicious act of terrorism You wanna bring it, so fuck it Come on and bring the ruckus And I provoke niggaz to kick buckets I'm wettin CREAM, I ain't wettin fame Who sellin gain, I'm givin out a deadly game It's not the Russian it's the Wu-Tang crushin Roulette, slip up and get fucked like Suzette Bring da fuckin ruckus... Chorus So bring it on...(X7) punk nigga! |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Enter The Wu-Tang 36 Chambers (1993)
Intro: Raekwon the Chef, Method Man
What that nigga want God? Word up, look out for the cops [Wu-Tang five finger shit] (Cash Rules) Word up, two for fives over here baby Word up, two for fives them niggaz got garbage down the way, word up KnowhatI'msayin? (Cash Rules Everything Around Me C.R.E.A.M. get...) Yeah, check this ol fly shit out Word up (Cash Rules Everything Around Me) Take you on a natural joint (C.R.E.A.M. get the money) Here we here we go (dolla dolla bill y'all) Check this shit, yo! Verse One: Raekwon the Chef I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side Staying alive was no jive At second hands, moms bounced on old men So then we moved to Shaolin land A young youth, yo rockin the gold tooth, 'Lo goose Only way, I begin to gee off was drug loot And let's start it like this son, rollin with this one And that one, pullin out gats for fun But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend Started smokin woolies at sixteen And running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes Making my way on fire escapes No question I would speed, for cracks and weed The combination made my eyes bleed No question I would flow off, and try to get the dough all Sticking up white boys in ball courts My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater Times is ruff and tuff like leather Figured out I went the wrong route So I got with a sick ass click and went all out Catchin keys from across seas Rollin in MPV's, every week we made forty G's Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the tech nine Ch-chick-POW! Move from the gate now Chorus: Method Man Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me C.R.E.A.M. Get the money Dollar, dollar bill y'all Verse Two: Inspector Deck It's been twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival I peep at the shape of the streets And stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M. Which failed; I went to jail at the age of 15 A young buck sellin drugs and such who never had much Trying to get a clutch at what I could not... could not... The court played me short, now I face incarceration Pacin -- going up state's my destination Handcuffed in back of a bus, forty of us Life as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff But as the world turns I learned life is hell Living in the world no different from a cell Everyday I escape from Jakes givin chase, sellin base Smokin bones in the staircase Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth? Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth Who explained working hard may help you maintain to learn to overcome the heartaches and pain We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks and stray shots, all on the block that stays hot Leave it up to me while I be living proof To kick the truth to the young black youth But shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin beer And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted That what? That life is hectic Outro: Chorus -- 4X Niggas gots to do what they gotta do, to get a bill YaknowhatI'msayin? Cuz we can't just get by no more Word up, we gotta get over, straight up and down Chorus -- 3X Cash Rules Everything Around Me C.R.E.A.M. get the money Dolla dolla bill y'aauhhhaaaauhhhhahhhauhhhhll, YEAH |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Enter The Wu-Tang 36 Chambers (1993)
Intro: Raekwon the Chef
[Can it be that it was all so simple then] KnowhatI'msayin, take you on this lyrical high real quick Nineteen ninety three exoticness KnowhatI'msayin, let's get technical Where's your bone at, get up on that shit aight Yo!! Verse One: Started off on the island, AK Shaolin Niggaz whylin, gun shots thrown the phone dialin Back in the days of eight now, makin a tape now Rae gotta get a plate now Ignorant and mad young, wanted to be the one Till I got (BAM! BAM!) thrown one Yeah, my pops was a fiend since sixteen Shootin' that (that's that shit!) in his blood stream That's the life of a crimey, real live crimey If niggas know the half is behind me Day one, yo, growin all up in the ghetto Now I'm a weed fiend, jettin the Palmetto In Medina, yo no doubt the God got crazy clout Pushin the big joint from down South So if you're filthy stacked up Betta watch ya back and duck Cause these fiends they got it cracked up Now my man from up north, now he got the law It's solid as a rock and crazy salt No jokes, I'm not playin, get his folks Desert Eagle his dick and put 'em in a yolk (AAH!) And to know for sure, I got reck and rip shop I pointed a gat at his mother's knot (Yo, Rae, don't do that shit, man! Don't do that shit! <gun shots>) Fuck that <Chorus> <Raekwon> Dedicated to the winners and the losers (Can it be that it was all so simple then?) <Ghost Face Killer> Dedicated to all jeeps and land cruisers (Can it be that it was all so simple then?) <Raekwon> Dedicated to the Y's, 850-I's (Can it be that it was all so simple then?) <Ghost Face Killer> Dedicated to niggas who do drive-bys (Can it be that it was all so simple then?) <Raekwon> Dedicated to the Lexus and the Ax (Can it be that it was all so simple then?) <Ghost Face Killer> Dedicated to MPV's phat! (Can it be that it was all so simple then?) <Raekwon> Nigguh, yeah, yeah! Verse Two: Ghostface Killer Yo! Kickin the fly cliches Doin duets with Rae and A, happens to make my day Though I'm tired of bustin off shots havin to rock knots Runnin up in spots and makin shit hot I'd rather flip shows instead of those Hangin on my living room wall My first joint, and it went gold I want to lamp, I want to be in the shade Plus the spot light Gettin my dick rubbed all night I wanna have me a phat yacht And enough land to go and plant my own sess crops But for now, it just a big dream Cause I find myself in the place where I'm last seen My thoughts must be relaxed Be able to maintain Cause times is changed and life is strange The glorious days is gone, and everybody's doin' bad Yo, mad lives is up for grabs Brothers, passin away, I gotta make wakes Receivin all types of calls from upstate Yo, I can't cope with the pressure Settlin for lesser The god left lessons on my dresser So I can bloom and blossom, find a new way Continue to make hits with Rae and A Sunshine plays a major part in the daytime [Peace to mankind Ghostface carry a black nine, nigga Word up It's on like that] [Can it be that it was all so simple then] |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Enter The Wu-Tang 36 Chambers (1993)
Up from the 36 Chambers...
Heheh.. it's the Ghost..*Face*..*Killahh* Hehheheh Wu-Tang Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm The RZA, the GZA, Ol Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck, U-God Ghost Face Killer, the Method Man, Raekwon the Chef, the Master Killer Raw Desire, LeVon, Power Cipher Twelve O'Clock, Sixty Second Assassin, the 4th Disciple The Brand White K.D. the Down Low Wrecka, Shyheim AKA The Rugged Child Doo-Doo Wales, Mista Hezakiah -- better known as the Yin and the Yang The Tru Masta, Asan, DJ Skane, The Tru Robocop comin thru Scientific Shabazz, my motherfuckin man Wise the Civilized The Shaolin Soldiers, Daddy-O and Popa Ron Comin down from the motherfuckin South end of things Killa beez all over your fuckin planet Thirty-six chambers of death Three-hundred and sixty degrees of perfected styles Choppin off your motherfuckin dome... ...peace, and every fuckin borough Crooklyn, Manhattan, Queens, Staten Island The motherfuckin Bronx, killa beez.... The sword? C'mon, give him the sword *Clan in da front, let your feet stomp Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death Now hoods on the right, wild for the night Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to... The Wu is comin thru, the outcome is critical Fuckin wit my style, is sort of like a Miracle on 34th Street, in the Square of Herald I gamed Ella, the bitch caught a Fitz like Gerald -- -- ine Ferraro, who's full of sorrow Cuz the hoe didn't win but the sun will still come out tomorrow and shine shine shine like gold mine Here comes the drunk monk, with a quart of Ballentine Pass the bone, kid pass the bone Let's get on this mission like Indiana Jones, the GZA One who just represent the Wu-Tang click With the game and soul, of an old school flick Like the Mack and Dolemite, who both did bids Claudine went to Cooley High and had mad kids so stop, the life you save may be your motherfuckin own I'll hang your ass with this microphone Make way for the merge of traffic Wu-Tang's comin thru with Full Metal Jackets God squad that's mad hard to serve Come frontin hard, then Bernhard Goetz what he deserves *Repeat The response while I bomb that ass, "You ain't shit!" Your wack ass town had you gassed Egos is somethin the Wu-Tang crush Souped up niggaz on a stage get rushed I don't give a god damn, on the shows you did How many rhymes you got, or who knows you kid? Cuz I don't know ya therefore show me what you know I come sharp as a blade and I cut you slow You become so Pat as my style increases What's that in your pants ahhh human feces! Throw your shitty drawers in the hamper Next time come strapped with a fuckin Pamper How ya sound B? You're better off a quitter I'm on the mound G, and it's a no-hitter And my DJ the catcher, he's my man Anyway he's the one who devised the plan He throws the signs I hook up the beats with clout I throw the rhymes to the mic and I strike em out So it really doesn't matter on how you intrigue You can't FUCK with those in the major leagues *Repeat (x2) Hoods on the right Punks in the back... to what Niggaz on the left Hoods on the right Punks in the back, c'mon... to what ...let your feet stomp ...brag shit to death ...wild for the night (Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu) (Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu) (Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu) Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death Hoods on the right, wild for the night Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to Clan in da front, let your feet stomp |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Enter The Wu-Tang 36 Chambers (1993)
[Wu-Tang movie dialogue]
The game of chess, is like a swordfight You must think first, before you move Toad style is immensely strong, and immune to nearly any weapon When it's properly used, it's almost invincible Verse One: U-God Raw I'ma give it to ya, with no trivia Raw like cocaine straight from Bolivia My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation like the Emancipation Proclamation Weak MC's approach with slang that's dead you might as well run into the wall and bang your head I'm pushin' force, my force your doubtin' I'm makin' devils cower to the Caucus Mountains Verse Two: Inspectah Deck Well I'm a sire, I set the microphone on fire Rap styles vary, and carry like Mariah I come from the Shaolin slum, and the isle I'm from is comin through with nuff niggaz, and nuff guns so if you wanna come sweatin, stressin contestin you'll catch a sharp sword to the midsection Don't talk the talk, if you can't walk the walk Phony niggaz are outlined in chalk A man vexed, is what the projects made me Rebel to the grain there's no way to barricade me Steamrollin niggaz like a eighteen wheeler with the drunk driver drivin, there's no survivin Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef Ruff like Timberland wear, yeah Me and the Clan, and yo the Landcruisers out there Peace to all the crooks, all the niggaz with bad looks Bald heads, braids, blow this hook We got chrome tecs, nickel plated macs Black axe, drug dealin styles in phat stacks I only been a good nigga for a minute though cuz I got to get my props, and win it yo I got beef wit commercial-ass niggaz with gold teeth lampin in a Lexus eatin beef Straight up and down don't even bother I got fourty niggaz up in here now, who kill niggaz fathers Chorus: Method Man My peoples are you with me where you at? In the front, in the back killa-bees on attack my peoples are you with me where you at? Smokin meth hittin caps on the block with the gats Verse Four: Ol' Dirty Bastard Here I go, deep type flow Jacque Cousteau could never get this low..I'm cherry bombin shits... BOOM Just warmin up a little bit, vroom vroom Rappinin is what's happenin Keep the pockets stacked and then, hands clappin and At the party when I move my body Gotta get up, and be-eeeee somebody! Grab the microphone put strength to the bone DUH-DUH-DUH...enter the Wu-Tang zone Sure enough when I rock that stuff Guff puff?? I'm gonna catch your bluff tuff rough, kickin rhymes like Jim Kelly or Alex Haley im a Mi-..Beetle Bailey rhymes comin raw style, hardcore Niggaz be comin to the hip-hop store Comin to buy gro-cery from me Tryin to be a hip-hop MC The law, in order to enter the Wu-Tang You must bring the Ol' Dirty Bastard type slang Represent the GZA, Abbott, RZA, Shaquan, Inspectah Deck Dirty Hoe gettin low wit his flow Introducin, the Ghost..face.. Killah!! No one could get illa Chorus Verse Five: Ghostface Killah Speakin of the devil psych, no it's the God, get the shit right Mega trife, and yo I killed you in a past life On the mic while you was kickin that fast shit You reneged tried again, and got blasted Half mastered ass style mad ruff task When I struck I had on Timbs and a black mask Remember that shit? I know you don't remember jack That night yo I wuz hittin like a spiked bat and then you thought I was bugged out, and crazy strapped for nonsense, after me became lazy Yo, nobody budge while I shot slugs Never shot thugs, I'm runnin with thugs that flood mugs So grab your eight plus one, start flippin and trippin Niggaz is jettin I'm lickin off son [Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang!!!!] Verse Six: Masta Killa Homicide's illegal and death is the penalty What justifies the homicide, when he dies? In his own iniquity it's the Master of the Mantis Rapture comin at cha We have an APB on an MC Killer Looks like the work of a Master Evidence indicates that's it's stature Merciless like a terrorist hard to capture The flow, changes like a chameleon Plays like a friend, and stabs you like a dagger This technique attacks the immune system Disguised like a lie paralyzin the victim You scream, as it enters your bloodstream Erupts your brain from the pain these thoughts contain Novin on a nigga with the speed of a centipede and injure - ANY MOTHERFUCKIN CONTENDER Chorus |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Enter The Wu-Tang 36 Chambers (1993)
Yeahhh, torture motherfucker what?
[Torture nigga what?] What? I'll fuckin I'll fuckin tie you to a fuckin bedpost with your ass cheeks spread out and shit Right? Put a hanger on a fuckin stove and let that shit sit there for like a half hour Take it off and stick it in your ass slow like Tssssssss [Yeah, I'll fuckin Yeah I'll fuckin lay your nuts on a fuckin dresser Just your nuts layin on a fuckin dresser And bang them shits with a spiked fuckin bat] Ooooohhhh [Whassup? BLAOWWW!!] I'll fuckin I'll fuckin pull your fuckin tongue out your fuckin mouth and stab the shit with a rusty screwdriver, BLAOWW!! [I'll fuckin] [I'll fuckin I'll fuckin hang you by your fuckin dick off a fuckin twelve sto-story building out this motherfucker] I'll fuckin I'll fuckin sew your asshole closed, and keep feedin you and feedin you, and feedin you, and feedin you Intro Part Two: Genius (all versions) [Yo, roll the dice, yo roll the dice Yo, so it's going down like that, huh? Yeah? Niggaz is whylin, check it out kid] From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again The RZA, the GZA, Ol Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck, Raekwon the Chef U-God, Ghost Face Killer and the Method Man M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN Verse One: Hey, you, get off my cloud You don't know me and you don't know my style Who be gettin flam when they come to a jam? Here I am here I am, the Method Man Patty cake patty cake hey the method man Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan Peanut butter, cuz I'm not butter In fact I snap back like a rubber band, I be Sam Sam I am And I dont eat green eggs and ham Style will hit ya, wham!, then goddamn You be like oh shit that's the jam Turn it up now hear me get buckwu-wu-wild I'm about to blow light me up Upside downside inside and outside Hittin you from every angle there's no doubt I am, the one and only Method Man The master of the plan wrappin shit like Saran Wrap, with some of this and some of that Hold up (what?) I tawt I tat I putty tat Over there, but I think he best to beware Of the diggy dog shit right here Yippy yippy yay yippy yah yippy yo Like Deck said this aint your average flow Comin like rah ooh ah achie kah Tell me how ya like it so far baby paw The poetry's in motion coast to coast and Rub it on your skin like lotion What's the commotion, oh my lord Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword Hey hey hey like Fat Albert It's the Method Man ain't no if ands about it It's the Method Break: All right, y'all get ya White Owls, get ya meth, get ya skins Don't forget your fourty And we gonna do it like this I got, fat bags of skunk I got, White Owl blunts And I'm about to go get lifted Yes I'm about to go get lifted I got, myself a fourty I got, myself a shorty And I'm about to go and stick it Yes I'm about to go and stick it Verse Two: Uhh H-U-F-F huff and I puff Blow like snow when the cold wind's blowin Zoom, I hit the mic like boom Wrote a song about it like to hear it here it goes Question what exactly is a panty raider Ill behaviour savior or major flavor All of the above oh yeah plus I do so Also flam I'm the man call me super Not an average Joe with an average flow Doing average things with average hoes Yo I'm super I'll make a bitch squirm For my, Su-per Sperm (check it) Check it I give it to ya raw butt naked I smell sess pass the Method Let's get lifted as I kick ballistics Missles and shoot game like a pistol Clip is loaded when I click bang dang A Wu-Tang slug hits your brain J-U-M-P jump and I thump Make girls rumps like pump and Humpty Hump Wow, the Shaolin style is all in me Child, the whole damn isle is callin me P-A-N-T-Y-R-A-I-D-E-R mad raw I don't cry Meaning no one can burn or toss and turn me Ooh I be the super sperm Chim chimmeny chim chim cherie Freak a flow and flow fancy free Now how many licks does it take For me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a break Peep and don't sleep the crews mad deep Wu-Tang Fadin motherfuckers like bleach So to each and every crew You're clear like glass I can see right through You're whole damn posse be catchin em all cause you vic'd and ya didnt have friends to begin with I'm M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN Here I am, here I am, the Method Man Outro: RZA Straight from the slums of Shaolin Wu-Tang Killa B'z on a swarm [Your soul have just been taken through the 36 chambers of death, kid] *coughing* [Word to mother, Method Man signing off, peace] |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Enter The Wu-Tang 36 Chambers (1993)
* this version of the song is final, no more corrections are being accepted
* the actual album version is edited, but the curses have been added back in So whassup man? Coolin man Chillin chillin? Yo you know I had to call, you know why right? Why? Because, yo, I never ever call and ask, you to play somethin right? Yeah You know what I wanna hear right? Whatchu wanna hear? I wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint Wu-Tang again? Ahh yeah, again and again! *sounds of fighting* [RZA] Wu-Tang Clan comin at ya, protect ya neck kid, so set it off de Inspector Deck [Meth] watch ya step kid (8X) [Inspector Deck] I smoke on the mic like smokin Joe Frazier The hell raiser, raisin hell with the flavor Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan Swingin through your town like your neighborhood Spiderman So uhh, tic toc and keep tickin While I get ya flippin off the shit I'm kickin The Lone Ranger, code red, danger! Deep in the dark with the art to rip charts apart The vandal, too hot to handle Ya battle, you're sayin Goodbye like Tevin Campbell Roughneck, Inspector Deck's on the set The rebel, I make more noise than heavy metal [Raekwon] The way I make the crowd go wild, sit back relax won't smile Rae got it goin on pal, call me the rap assassinator Rhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger And I'ma get mad deep like a threat, blow up your project Then take all your assets Cause I came to shake the frame in half With the thoughts that bomb, shit like math! So if ya wanna try to flip go flip on the next man Cause I grab the clip and Hit ya with sixteen shots and more I got Goin to war with the meltin pot hot [Method] It's the Method Man for short Mr. Meth Movin on your left, aah! And set it off, get it off, let it off like a gat I wanna break full, cock me back Small change, they puttin shame in the game I take aim and blow that nigga out the frame And like Fame!!, my style'll live forever Niggaz crossin over, but they don't know no better But I do, true, can I get a "sue" Nuff respect due to the one-six-ooh I mean ohh, yo check out the flow like the Hudson or PCP when I'm dustin Niggaz off because I'm hot like sauce The smoke from the lyrical blunt makes me *cough* [U-God] Ooh, what, grab my nut get screwed Oww, here comes my Shaolin style Sloop-B and my b-boy's U to my crew with the "suuue" *interlude* watch ya step kid (8X) [Ol Dirty Bastard] c'mon baby baby c'mon (4X) [RZA] Yo, ya best protect ya neck [Ol Dirty Bastard] First things first man you're fuckin with the worst I'll be stickin pins in your head like a fuckin nurse I'll attack any nigga who's slack in his mack Come fully packed with a fat rugged stack Shame on you when you stepped through to The Ol Dirty Bastard straight from the Brooklyn Zoo And I'll be damned if I let any man Come to my center, you enter, the winter Straight up and down that shit packed jam You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him man The Ol Dirty Bastard is dirty and stinkin Ason, Unique rollin with the night of the creeps Niggaz be rollin with a stash ain't sayin cash, bite my style I'll bite your motherfuckin ass! [Ghostface Killah] For cryin out loud my style is wild so book me Not long is how long that this rhyme took me Ejectin, styles from my lethal weapon My pen that rocks from here to Oregon Here's Mordigan, catch it like a psycho flashback I love gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust back I come with shit that's all types of shapes and sounds And where I lounge is my stompin grounds I give a order to my peeps across the water To go and snatch up props all around the border And get far like a shootin star Cause who I are, is dim in the light of Pablo Escobar Point blank as I kick the square biz There it is you're fuckin with pros and there it goes [RZA] Yo chill with the feedback black we don't need that It's ten o'clock hoe, where the fuck's your seed at Feelin mad hostile, ran the apostle Flowin like Christ when I speaks the gospel Stroll with the holy roll then attack the globe with the buckus style the ruckus, ten times ten men committin mad sin Turn the other cheek and I'll break your fuckin chin Slayin boom-bangs like African drums (we'll be) Comin around the mountain when I come Crazy flamboyant for the rap enjoyment My clan increase like black unemployment Yeah, another one dare, G-Gka-Genius Take us the fuck outta here [Genius] The Wu is too slammin for these Cold Killin labels Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel Be doin artists in like Cain did Abel Now they money's gettin stuck to the gum under the table That's what ya get when ya misuse what I invent Your empire falls and ya lose every cent For tryin to blow up a scrub Now that thought was just as bright as a 20-watt light bulb Should of pumped it when I rocked it Niggaz so stingy they got short arms and deep pockets This goes on in some companies With majors they're scared to death to pump these First of all, who's your A&R A mountain climber who plays an electric guitar But he don't know the meaning of dope When he's lookin for a suit and tie rap that's cleaner than a bar of soap And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight Matter of fact bring out the girls and let's have a mud fight *sounds of fighting* [RZA] You best protect ya neck (4X) |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Enter The Wu-Tang 36 Chambers (1993)
Intro: Raekwon the Chef
[martial arts movie sample] Yeah, yo, aight Pass the meth! (nizzuh nzza punk nigguh, yeah!) Yeah, aight kick the raw style, yeah Fly that fuckin sack Chorus: Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga Wu buck wild with the trigger! Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga Wu buck- I FUCK yo' ass up! What? (HUT ONE, HUT TWO, HUT THREE, HUT!) Verse One: Ol Dirty Bastard, Method Man, Raekwon the Chef Ol' Dirty Bastard, live and uncut! Styles unbreakable, shatterproof To the young youth, ya wanna get gun? Shoot! BLAOW! How you like me now? Don't fuck the style Ruthless wild! Do ya wanna getcha teeth knocked the FUCK out? Wanna get on it like that, well then shout! Yo RZA, yo razor! Hit me with the major The damage, my Clan understand it be flavor Gunnin, hummin comin atcha First I'm gonna getcha, once I gotcha, I gat-cha You could never capture the Method Man's stature For rhyme and for rapture, got niggaz resigning, now master my style? Never! I put the fucking buck in the wild kid, I'm terror Razor sharp, I sever the head from the shoulders, I'm better than my compeda, you mean competitor, whadeva! Let's get together [Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga Wu buckwild with the tri-BLAOW!] I react so thick, I'm phat, and YO! Rae came blowing and blew off ya headphones black Rap from yo Cali to Texas Smoother than a Lexus, now's my turn to WRECK this Brothers approach and half step, but ain't heard HALF of it yet, and I bet you're not a fuckin vet So, when you see me on the real, formin like Voltron Remember I got deep like a Navy Seal! Chorus: [Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga Wu buck wild with the trigger! Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga I'll FUCK YOUR ASS UP!] Verse Two: Ol Dirty Bastard Yo...! I come with that ol' loco Style from my vocal Couldn't peep it with a pair of bi-focals I'm no joker! Play me as a joker Be on you like a house on fire! Smoke ya! Crews be actin like they gangs, anyway Be like, "Warriors! Come out and playiyay!" Burn me, I get into shit, I let it out like diarrhea Got burnt once, but that was only gonorrhea Dirty, I keep shit stinks in my drawers So I can get fzza-funky for yah Murder, taste the flame of the Wu-Tang RAHH! Here comes the Tiger verse Crane! Ow, be like wild with my style Punk! You playing me, chump, you get DUMPED WU! Is comin THROUGH! At a theatre near YOU! And get funk like a SHOE! What?! |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Enter The Wu-Tang 36 Chambers (1993)
Verse One: The RZA
Yo check yo yo, check the script Me and the gods get it ripped Blunts in the dip, forty dogs in my lip Had a box, 'Boom Boom' the bass will blast We was laughing, at all the girls that passed Conversation, brothers had begin to discuss (Hey yo, Ra, remember that kid ya bust?) Aw yeah, he ran, but he didn't get far Cause I dropped him, heh heh heh heh heh HA Not knowin, exactly what lied ahead My little brother, my mother sent him out for bread Get the Wonder, it's a hot day in the summer Didn't expect, to come across, a crazy gunner "Hey Shorty, check it for the bag and the dough" But he was brave, looked him in the eye, and said "No!!" Money splattered him, BOW! then he snatched the bag In his pockets, then he jetted up the Ave. Girls screamin, the noise up and down the block (Hey, Rakeem!) What? (Your little brother got shot!) I ran frantically, then I dropped down to his feet I saw the blood, all over, the hot concrete I picked him up, then I held him by his head His eyes shut, that's when I knew he was... Aw man! How do I say goodbye? It's alway the good ones who have to die Memories in the corner of my mind Flashbacks, I was laughin all the time I taught him, all about the bees and birds But I wish I had a chance to sing these three words Chorus Verse Two: Ghostface Killer Me and my man, my ace big Moe from the shelter Bout to hit the skins, from this girl named Thelma Now Thelma had a rep, that was higher than her neck Every girl from Shaolin dissed her respect We was stimmy, you know how it is when you're blitzed Three o'clock in the morning, something gots to give Moe said he'll go first, I said I'll take next Here, take this raincoat, and practice safe sex He seemed to ignore, I said be for real She's not even worth it, to go raw deal A man's gonna do what a man's gonna do He got butt-naked and stuck the power U Twenty minutes went by, my man went out, without a doubt I'm not pumpin' up, I am, airin out Hey yo, he came out laughing with glory I'm surprised, he's still livin', to tell his story But he carried on, with the same old stuff with Stephanie, like a whammy, he pressed his luck Both tried to be down with O.P.P. Ain't nuttin' wrong but he got caught with the H.I.V. now No life to live, doc says two more years So after the laughter, I guess comes the tears <Chorus X2> |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Enter The Wu-Tang 36 Chambers (1993)
[Tiger style]
[Tiger style] Tiger style Yo, huh, huh Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuttin Ta Fuck Wit Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuttin Ta Fuck Wit Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuttin Ta Fuck Wit There's noplace to hide once I step inside the room Dr. Doom, prepare for the boom BAM! Aw, MAN! I SLAM JAM, now scream like Tarzan I be tossin, enforcin, my style is awesome I'm causin more Family Feud's than Richard Dawson And the survey said -- ya dead Fatal Flying Guillotine chops off your fuckin head MZA who was that? Aiyyo, the Wu is back Makin niggaz go BO BO!, like on Super Cat Me fear no-one, oh no, here come The Wu-Tang shogun, killer to the eardrum! I puts the needle to the groove, I gets rude And I'm forced to fuck it up My style carries like a pickup truck Across the clear blue yonder Seek the China Sea, I slam tracks like quarterbacks sacks from L.T. Now why try and test, the Rebel INS? Blessed since the birth, I earth-slam your best Cause I bake the cake, then take the cake and eat it, too, with my crew while we head state to state! *And if you want beef, then bring the ruckus Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuttin ta fuck with Straight from the motherfucking slums that's busted Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuttin ta fuck with Hyah! Step up, boy! Represent! Chop his head off, kid! The Meth will come out tomorrow, Styles, is wild, berserk, bizarro Flow, with more afro than Rollo Comin to a fork in the road which way to go just follow Method, the Legend, niggaz is Sleepy Hollow In fact I'm a hard act to follow I dealt for dolo, Bogart comin on through Niggaz is like "Oh, my God, not you!" Yes, I, come to get a slice of the punk and the pie Rather do than die, check my flava, comin from the RZA which is short for the razor Who make me reminisce true like Deja, Vu! I'm rubber, niggaz is like glue Whatever you say rubs off me sticks to you *Repeat Ahh-hah! Yeah Representin Brooklyn Queens Long Island, Manhattan Bronx The Rugged Lands of Shaolin Niggaz from Virginia, Atlanta Our boys in Ohio comin through with the crazy, why-oh why-oh Yo, niggaz from The Source My man Kelly Moon from the GAVIN Rod Strickland, Jason ? and yeah true, true, my nigga ? it's goin down boy We ain't nuttin ta fuck wit The whole Texas mob, the Chicago mob Niggaz from Detroit, fuckin California squadron comin through knahmsayin? The whole fuckin West coast to the whole East, niggaz from D.C. Down in Maryland, all the way over there in Morgan State Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuttin ta fuck wit all over the whole fuckin globe, comin through boy Peace to the fuckin Zulu Nation Peace to all the Gods and the Earths, word is bond Wu-Tang slang, choppin heads boy It ain't safe no more! Peace.. |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Enter The Wu-Tang 36 Chambers (1993)
Take that motherfucker
GOOD MORNING VIETNAM!! Yeah, good morning to all you motherfuckin notty-headed niggaz Word to the camoflouge large niggaz Bitch niggaz fuckin my body Bring that fuckin meth in here Yo yo yo yo Now we gonna drink some good Nightrain and yo, set it off Verse One: Raekwon the Chef Champion gear that I rock, you get your boots knocked Then attack you like a pit that lock shit DOWN As I come and freaks the sound, hardcore but giving you more and more, like ding! Nah shorty, get you open like six packs Killer Bees attack, flippin what, murder one, phat tracks A'ight? I kick it like a Night Flite! Word life, I get that ass while I'm fulla spite! Check the method from Bedrock, cause I rock ya head to bed Just like rockin what? Twin glocks! Shake the ground while my beats just break you down Raw sound, we going to war right now So, yo, bombin We Usually Take All Niggaz Garments Save ya breath before I bomb it Verse Two: Method Man I be that insane nigga from the psycho ward I'm on the trigger, plus I got the Wu-Tang sword So how you figure that you can even fuck with mine? Hey, yo, RZA! Hit me with that shit one time! And pull a foul, niggaz save the beef on the cow I'm milkin this ho, this is MY show, tical The FUCK you wanna do? More than Spike Lee's Do I'm like a sniper, hyper off the ginseng root PLO style, buddha monks with the owls So who's the fucking man? Meth-Tical On the chessbox Verse Three: Inspector Deck Yo, yeah, yo I leave the mic in body bags, my rap style has The force to leave you lost, like the tribe of Shabazz Murderous material, made by a madman It's the mic wrecker, Inspector, bad man From the bad lands of the killer, rap fanatic Representing with the skill that's iller Dare to compare, get pierced just like an ear The zoo-we-do-wop-bop strictly hardware Armed and geared cause I just broke out the prison Charged by the system - for murdering the rhythm! Now, lo and behold, another deadly episode Bound to catch another fuckin charge when I explode Verse Four: Ghostface Killer Slammin a hype-ass verse til ya head burst I ramshack dead in the track, and that's that Rap assassin, fastin, quick to blast and hardrock I ran up in spots like Fort Knox! I'm hot, top notch, Ghost thinks with logic Flashback's how I attacked your whole project I'm raw, I'm rugged and raw! I repeat, if I die My seed'll be ill like me Approachin me, you out of respect, chops ya neck I get vexed, like crashing up a phat-ass Lex' So clear the way, make way, yo! Open the cage Peace, I'm out, jettin like a runaway slave Verse Five: Prince Rakeem/RZA Yo Ya gettin stripped from ya garments, boy, run ya jewels While the meth got me open like falopian tubes I bring death to a snake when he least expect Ain't a damn thing changed, boy, Protect Ya Neck Ruler Zig Zag, Zig-Allah jam is fatal Quick to stick my Wu-Tang sword right through ya navel Suspenseful, plus bein bought through my utensil The pencil, I break strong winds up against your Abbot, that run up through your county like the Maverick Caps through the tablets, I gots to make the fabrics Verse Six: Ol Dirty Bastard Are you, uh, ah, uh Are you a warrior? Killer? Slicin shit like a samurah The Ol' Dirty Bastard VUNDABAH Ol' Dirty clan of terrorists Comin atcha ass like a sorceress, shootin' that PISS! Niggaz be gettin on my fuckin nerves Rhymes they be kickin make me wanna kick they fuckin ass to the curb I got funky fresh, like the old specialist A carrier, messenger, bury ya This experience is for the whole experience Let it be applied, and THEN DROP THAT SCIENCE Verse Seven: Genius/GZA My my my My Clan is thick like plaster Bust ya, slash ya Slit a nigga back like a Dutch Master Killer Style jumped off and Killa, Hill-er I was the thriller in the Ali-Frazier Manilla I came down with phat tracks that combine and interlock Like getting smashed by a cinder block Blaow! Now it's all over Niggaz seeing pink hearts, yellow moons orange stars and green clovers |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Enter The Wu-Tang 36 Chambers (1993)
Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death
Now hoods on the right, wild for the night Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to what Clan in da front, let your feet stomp Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death Hoods on the right, wild for the night Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to what This goes back to nineteen.. Ahem, check it, yo GOOD MORNING VIETNAM!! Yeah, good morning to all you motherfuckin notty-headed niggaz Word to the camoflouge large niggaz Bitch niggaz fuckin my body Bring that fuckin meth in here Yo yo yo yo Now we gonna drink some good Nightrain Verse One: Raekwon the Chef Champion gear that I rock, you get your boots knocked Then attack you like a pit that lock shit DOWN As I come and freaks the sound, hardcore but giving you more and more, like ding! Nah shorty, get you open like six packs Killer Bees attack, flippin what, murder one, phat tracks A'ight? I kick it like a Night Flite! Word life, I get that ass while I'm fulla spite! Check the method from Bedrock, cause I rock ya head to bed Just like rockin what? Twin glocks! Shake the ground while my beats just break you down Raw sound, we going to war right now So, yo, bombin We Usually Take All Niggaz Garments Save ya breath before I bomb it Verse Two: Method Man I be that insane nigga from the psycho ward I'm on the trigger, plus I got the Wu-Tang sword So how you figure that you can even fuck with mine? Hey, yo, RZA! Hit me with that shit one time! And pull a foul, niggaz save the beef on the cow I'm milkin this ho, this is MY show, tical The FUCK you wanna do? More than Spike Lee's Do I'm like a sniper, hyper off the ginseng root PLO style, buddha monks with the owls So who's the fucking man? Meth-Tical On the chessbox Verse Three: Inspector Deck Yo, yeah, yo I leave the mic in body bags, my rap style has The force to leave you lost, like the tribe of Shabazz Murderous material, made by a madman It's the mic wrecker, Inspector, bad man From the bad lands of the killer, rap fanatic Representing with the skill that's iller Dare to compare, get pierced just like an ear The zoo-we-do-wop-bop strictly hardware Armed and geared cause I just broke out the prison Charged by the system - for murdering the rhythm! Now, lo and behold, another deadly episode Bound to catch another fuckin charge when I explode Verse Four: Ghostface Killer Slammin a hype-ass verse til ya head burst I ramshack dead in the track, and that's that Rap assassin, fastin, quick to blast and hardrock I ran up in spots like Fort Knox! I'm hot, top notch, Ghost thinks with logic Flashback's how I attacked your whole project I'm raw, I'm rugged and raw! I repeat, if I die My seed'll be ill like me Approachin me, you out of respect, chops ya neck I get vexed, like crashing up a phat-ass Lex' So clear the way, make way, yo! Open the cage Peace, I'm out, jettin like a runaway slave Verse Five: Prince Rakeem/RZA Yo Ya gettin stripped from ya garments, boy, run ya jewels While the meth got me open like falopian tubes I bring death to a snake when he least expect Ain't a damn thing changed, boy, Protect Ya Neck Ruler Zig Zag, Zig-Allah jam is fatal Quick to stick my Wu-Tang sword right through ya navel Suspenseful, plus bein bought through my utensil The pencil, I break strong winds up against your Abbot, that run up through your county like the Maverick Caps through the tablets, I gots to make the fabrics Verse Six: Ol Dirty Bastard Are you, uh, ah, uh Are you a warrior? Killer? Slicin shit like a samurah The Ol' Dirty Bastard VUNDABAH Ol' Dirty clan of terrorists Comin atcha ass like a sorceress, shootin' that PISS! Niggaz be gettin on my fuckin nerves Rhymes they be kickin make me wanna kick they fuckin ass to the curb I got funky fresh, like the old specialist A carrier, messenger, bury ya This experience is for the whole experience Let it be applied, and THEN DROP THAT SCIENCE Verse Seven: Genius/GZA My my my My Clan is thick like plaster Bust ya, slash ya Slit a nigga back like a Dutch Master Killer Style jumped off and Killa, Hill-er I was the thriller in the Ali-Frazier Manilla I came down with phat tracks that combine and interlock Like getting smashed by a cinder block Blaow! Now it's all over Niggaz seeing pink hearts, yellow moons orange stars and green clovers |
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from Tales From The Hood by Christopher Young [omnibus, ost] (1995)
YoyoyoyoyoYO! Yo
Is the niggaz ready for this son? Niggaz ain't ready for this ock One two whatcha wanna do (I'm gonna give it to em anyway though man) Peep the Inspectah Deck (You know they ain't ready for it) Lyrical threat Representing Wu-Tang Slang, ninety-five Hittin it live You know what time it is Blessed with the art rhymes that's sharp like a circular saw Hit the floor like Dorf, who wants the war Then slide by my, lyrical driveby Chops rush, making black hearts bust, plus knifes they got When they rush, built like construction tools Crushing fools, in twos Forced dude to blast you out your fuckin shoes A South swap with the bombs I drop Plan A to terrorize you can't stop the plot Execution of an amateur, who dared to challenge the Clansman, holding a sword like Excalibur Truth is my shield, show and prove I reveal Reality, a coldness the heart can feel Livin life where caps peel, and crack deals from nine to five But I survived in these hard times I nearly died Now I'm wanted by death I did escape Now it's thrown on a tape with those who can relate Still I wrap my face take a space in the staircase Hits takin place, yo God, watch the Jakes Out of state court dates, chase me with the warrants For my insurance, switched names to Michael Lawrence The Rebel, stomps through the slums I'm from Coming through with nuff niggaz, and nuff guns to bust son So read the article, lyrical assassin with the arsenal Potential witnesses are incapable Of testifying, I won't be frying in the chair Plus the case closed, I won't be ever shackled, and safe clothes I make foes, exasperates then, I make friends Cause today's friends, show theyselves as snakes in the end And if you fit the trend then Protect Ya Neck Shaolin, INS, Killa Hill Projects No one on this earth, can hold me No one on this earth, can fool me No one on this earth, can grip the mic Like, I, do, nigga You ever, feel, that you can Test me, you got to face the Clan and Never, return to the mic again There's no one in the world Let me at them! I blast off lyrics like a Magnum Forty-four caliber, bustin mad holes in my challenger Tongue in your throat is swiss cheese The wild freestyler, wild like Gene Wilder Wu-Tang killa bee aimed at your brain With my stinger, it stun your mind, when I bring ya Thirty-six chambers of anger, frustration For waiting, to let loose on the nation Far from commercial no need for no rehearsal Hit you from all angles then form a circle Go against the grain within close range When I Slam, like Onyx, come get some, that's a promise I'll represent, here's the evidence Science of mad murder plates I make sense My technique of speech is deep, like Leviathan Hittin up your block with rhymes, like a firing Shooting for the platinum, then bring it back to The same place I got the gat from, let me at them |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
[Inspectah Deck]
Yo, this goes for all my brothers and sisters locked down For all my peoples incarcerated, for those who ain't make it Yo, in the housing, thousands seen early graves Victims of wordly ways, memories stays engraved All my live brothers, is locked down with high numbers The young hunger, blind to these lies, they die younger In this New World the Order slaughter men, women, and children Ten feet gates surround the building keep us sealed in The projects, lifeless like a vietnam vet Constant war, sever threats of enemy conquest Crooked cops comb my building complex that's in the rumble Streets are like a jungle, can't let my cypher crumble Vivid thoughts, Devils resort to trick knowledge They kick garbage, lust for chicks and quick dollars I know the pain the game bring, I did the same thing Spaced out in the staircase, performing a sting It's hard to keep control, I bless those who seek a scroll Trying to reach a whole nation and break the sleeper hold Not a role model, I walk a hard role to follow I sold bottles of sorrow then chose poems and novels The gospel was told, some souls it swallowed whole Mentally they fold, and they eventually sold their life and times, deadly like the virus design but too, minute to dilute, the science is mine You can't party your life away Drink your life away Smoke your life away Fuck your life away Dream your life away Scheme your life away Cause your seeds grow up the same way [Masta Killa] A voice cries from the wilderness of the North A representation of the families that lost one all victims of incarceration Or other divisions of the family structure Youths are injected with serums that leads to skin irritations, babies being born with disfigurations, experimentations On their faces there bear world relations of mothers that carry the pain of blood stained streets where sisters mourn and wail Fifth brothers been slain from hails of gun fire It lightly begins to rain screams of terror are hidden by the passing trains This can't be little Shane, his uncle cried As he drops to his nephew's side, holding his cane Just give me a name, of who has inflicted this bitter sickness, and left us to witness [U-God] Yeah, yo Curses from war, innocent blood spills for days Soothe in godly ways, hands, solemn in praise Tree of life, more precious than Wu is golden game The wise self flourish inherit, Halls of Fame Crime visions in my blood got me, locked in prison While we die hard living people whine about religion, vision Blow, spin, and sin and killing what's revealing It's a never ending battle with no ending or beginning, listen Zero process, progress, become the hunted America's most wanted, good life flaunted, want it Some love the speed, some satisfy a need Some want to be down, young gun seed, jungle breed The stronger speed, someone die, someone bleed One flew astray, and then caught my little seed Can it be, the ice have us trife life, made me grab the knife The righteous man would be within these stripes pipes Take in my energy, breath and know the rest Cause the good die young and the hard die best You can't party your life away Drink your life away Smoke your life away Fuck your life away Dream your life away Scheme your life away Cause your seeds grow up the same way Cause your seeds grow up the same way Cause your seeds grow up the same way [RZA] Y'all bitches love dances, and pulling down your pants while your man's on tour, your spending up his advances Your friends ain't shit, all they do is drink, smoke, and suck dick The whole projects is trapped in stench You either high school drop-outs, one to three cop-outs Fifteen years old, shorty ass and top out Ninety-nine cent beer drinking pussy stinking Fucking so much your ass and titties start shrinking New World Order slave trade, minimum wage, Medicaid Can a devil fool a Muslim nowadays Inside my lab, I'm going mad Took two drags off the blunts, and started breaking down the flag The blue is for the Crips, the red is for the Bloods The whites for the cops, and the stars come from the clubs or the slugs that ignites, through the night, by the dawn Early light, why is sons fighting for the stripe [Method Man] As we dwell through this concrete hell, calling it home Mama say, take your time young man and build your own Don't wind up like your old dad Still searching for them glory days he never had So many bad want to scheme for American dream, no more kings The cash rule everything now, we going down These babies looking up to us, it's up to us The Million Man March MC's, get on the bus But envy, greed, lust, and hate, separate Though the devil mind state blood kin cannot relate No longer, brothers, we unstable Like Kane when he slew Abel, killing each other You can't party your life away Drink your life away Smoke your life away Fuck your life away Dream your life away Scheme your life away Cause your seeds grow up the same way Cause your seeds grow up the same way Cause your seeds grow up the same way |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
(come on in)
[Ol Dirty] *singing* Dinn-dnn-dnn-ta-dnn (come on in) Dinn-dnn-ta-dnn, dinn DNN DAH (come on, come on, come on in) Dnn-da-duh-duh-DAH, you BITCH ASS niggaz! (come on in, come on, come on, come on in) Intro/Chorus: Ol Dirty/Osirus As high as Wu-Tang get Allah allow us pop this shit Just like black shoe fit If you can't wear it, well don't fuck with it! Verse One: The Genius/GZA Yo, too many songs, weak rhymes that's mad long Make it brief Son, half short and twice strong No doubt, it took time searchin, eventually it was prime urgent, for you to examine the rhyme merchant Lace MC's with styles when they rhyme drunk On a label hunt, until twenty thou, out the trunk Eight Diagram sword swinga armored tank force RZA throw in the disc but then change the bank source You can't flow, must be the speech impediment You got lost off the snare off Impeach the President Whether in Amsterdam smokin seven grams of green then you pack, a thousand white teens in tight jeans This Witty Unpredictable shot is critical to analytical analogy, insurance policies why Said he know that sounds define the note Couldn't recognize, blast him the fuck behind the ropes Too many dope niggaz I see starvin Catch a single deal, a possible plea bargain Wu slay regardles to whom or what, five mics five nights Hang him from the balcony, drop twenty-five flights A fugitive bass playin rap czar smoke the cigars, his prints on the strings of his guitar Chorus Verse Two: Method Man/Iron Lung Tical got a hold on ya, doin exactly what the fuck I mariju-wanta, dis nigga nasty Deep in the dirty dungeon, buggin, lovin the ways these rhymes keep comin, at cha splash ya Get your head piece fractured, with killer cuts prone to drops ya, slash ya, rip shit up Got this whole thing Tang mastered, sho nuff An MC too good to be touched, John John bring the phenomenon, I cold crush MC, inferiorities they froze up, ice cold as we move on, saga unfold Captivated by a saga that go untold, like Goldfinger Caught up in a cliffhanger Yo I-N-S another code red, danger, break out the vest Now it's tactical warfare, it's all here Come with your shield and hardware, it be on here Don't ever roam, in the naked city Eight Fingers stories none pretty Bomb em wit the Witty Unpredictable, conditionin be critical Peace to Tang, gettin high on your physical, dis next drink is a toast to your memory When I go how many niggaz gon' remember me Chorus |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
Yeah, yo
Give me the cue Skip the introduction, prosate the lip function The junction get rushed by some grimy people bustin weed Splatter your belly like some Attica fellas Use a firearm good, bloods go for hard swelling Insert the spasm, yes the dirty hurt has them Thoroughbred thugs insert the fantasm Verbal smarts, spark the word, visit my scripture Exotic wine, holding nine, Picasso pictures When the rhyme pivot you now, limit your chance Bodyguard the lyric with unlimited stance Words seem to zing on down to Bejing When we touch down you crown renowned kings Verse two: Method Man There's no honor amongst theives, street pharmaceutical Stack like Genovese, the four devil tempt mad men But not these, we profound hardcore sound To MC's thumbs down, prepare Killa bees it be warfare, this the year Niggaz gotta take you off of here, hold the square If we go there we go gritty And spread fear through this rap city, call the mayor My razor sharp darts be like cold stairs The smell of fear makes my nostrils -- flair, truth or dare Ask yourself can you compare to these niggaz in the hood, Johnny B. Goode or he be gone, yeah The struggle goes on, you've been warned P.L.O. from here to Lebanon, how many bombs Must we drop in the Ninety-Now Walk a mile in my shoes, get the street news, from Meth-Tical Verse Three: RZA You gots to be kidding, you gots to be kidding Aiyyo kid, you gots to be kidding, my glocks'll be spitting You gots to be kidding, yo It's common sense how I master my circum-fer-ence, you dense I get locked the fuck up, released on my own recognizance Can't be judged, young bloods bust back like scuds Wu-Tang harvest one thousand notches above MC level, yo, I stay high as like treble Foes who oppose get plucked like rose pedals Arresting and holding, penetrate for better regions Wack MC's only lasted one season The morale was low at the corral Adjective pronouns had no style, yo, we propose our aim the official, initial, is Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah All that other bullshit ain't permissable Annual increase of the Wu-Tang Manual Handles to a keyboard is true hip hop set tangible illegible, every egg ain't edible My tracks remain Unforgettable, like Ol' Nat Cole Got to catch this paper to buy Shaquasia a glacier Throw chairs to deck a skyscraper Understand that the continents of Africa and Asia and free the black man from the enslaved labor, Wu-Tang Interlude: Masta Killa, Method Man, Raekwon The weight of the fam is on our back and we can't fall Victim to this long hall of fame, meaning nuttin We came to punish the glutton with a substance That can't be contained, Wu-Tang Motherfuckers We be seeing y'all asses when we walk up in the club Y'all all in the back Scared to speak the speak cause you scared Punk motherfucker, we know what time it is [Raekwon conversating with some people] All you been seeing is upsets in the box and shit right It's like come on man This nigga fucked up motherfuckin Whittaker Dang, he caught Whittaker Mmmmhmmm He caught Whittaker a long time ago Mike got touched Then Mike got touched by Holyfield Holyfield Yeah, word up Hey, Mike's -- Mike's gonna forfeit this fight He ain't fighting McDermit He ain't fightin? Nope Whattup? You talkin bout he -- what he, what he, what he did? Told them he cut his eye, in sparring Verse Five: Ghostface Killah Style adoral rap pressing, David Berkowitz Einstein birth to hit, now nurture it M.G.M. front row seat tonight, no gens Purified cleanse, ran into some beef up in the men's Fix your sawed off, Wu-Tang throw me off the cross All you saw was white meat, skin hangin off These is words from the Arch Bishop, some call it six up The Betty Crocker, marvel cake stakes admissor Wax janitor, black Jack Mulligan from Canada Slam dance, tarantula style, youse a fan of the Monopoly king, Slavic poetry Carnegie Hall's off the hook, let's push through the armory Mack truck hitting soloist, soul controllers Behold of the thousand teeth fist, swift and boneless Outro: RZA You know, cause Wu-Tang is invincible, youknowhatI'mean? It's Wu-Tang Forever God (invincible) Knahmsaying? We gonna get down with that W You gonna get down with that W That's that Wu, that's that Wisdom YouknowhatI'msayin? That's the Wisdom of the Universe That's the truth, of Allah, for the Nation, of the Gods YouknowhatI'msayin? We breakin egg through these days God YouknowhatI'msayin? We got the fuckin way We got the medicine for yo' sickness Out here, ya knowhatImean? I was telling Shorty like -- Yo Shorty, you don't even gotta go to summer school Pick up the Wu-Tang double CD And you'll get all the education you need this year YouknowhatImean? (Their poisoned minds can't comprehend this shit) Word man, it's Wu-Tang Forever God Niggaz can't fuck with these lyrics God YouknowhatI'msayin? Knahmean? (Oh hell no, none of this shit) C'mon man -- beats, lyrics man, y'all niggaz (Niggaz can't even understand half this shit) Nah (man, no) I think niggaz ain't gonna figure it out til the year Two-G (Wax niggaz ass for free or fee) Word Yo, you know what? The next Wu-Tang album ain't even comin out until Two Thousand YaknowhatImean? That's just gonna come back with a comet You hear, we gonna bring a comet (Check for that shit in the millenium) YouknowhatImean? So, yo, y'all niggaz man (Be the ressurection) The Gods is here man Born Gods is here (Born God) |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
[U-God]
Hard days of work You had a hard day at work baby I want you to sit down, relax While I soak you in my mentals Backrub style, watch this, yo, yo Massage, peppermint oil, shampoo and pears Cinnamin, aloe, natural for you hair So lather the soap, coconut conditioning Honey lather, blood flowing, love glistening Motion lotion, breeze, over the ocean Lovers, bath crystals, lovers bun scrubbers Hot milk bath, steam shower rubbing These will splash long loving in your oven Make it off, break it off, till it gets soft Passion fruit, pussy cat, want to touch it off In and out, rapers patients, Hershey's Kisses get a style Stress reliever soak your feet, air them out Brain message, think about pink Stress relieving, no dishes in the sink Upper lower, left, right, neck don't play Back rub, count on, take me away Waterfall beads, streams, plush and lavish Come with me through all the damn madness Night breeze at sea, sipping tea You and your queen melodies, and trees, 85 degrees Jet skis breeze Scraping water on chocolate, butter scotch flowers Vapor action, tropical sunshower Baby powder, relax, feel for an hour Sand suntan, snuggled up snug Snowey days, fireplace, oriental rug Thugs, lay on the couch, pull it out, perfect balance Chemical stimuli, two tokes off the chalace Complete silence, what surround us Whats the finest, wrapped in cold sheets Vanilla apple heat, loop played jazz music, coffee pillow sleeps Breakfast in bed, early morning sun treats Sunset level, suprise sunrises, hell Lay on the couch, while I clip your toenails Dreams of peaches and cream steam secret spells Soft spoken gospel, Barry White acapell Violin, good medicine, sound swell Sunshine like, the right, without the hell Taste sugar, wise storm steam stick Slowdance drink, like nights over Egypt Having, stabbing, calm chilling now we rolling Company, ice cream licking now we holding Gentle force, warm tingle of the golden Open loose, ice cubes, kiss your belly Alcohol, palm trees, peanut butter jelly Almond twirl, fantastic melodies Soon, taste these spoons Wiping me with toon, fly wine, prize storm Now it's high noon, rasberry spices Cherry breath, drink from the mountain, sip the very best Sounds of the shore, every winter is a war Paradise life, recipe now pour Musicness, model, gentle mental Wash away your sorrow, fantasy Allah Put the message in the bottle Carry you through, the threshold, do my duty Happy ending, go to rest Sleeping Beauty Yo, this is that body shop shit Love love slam Edible underwear, champagne, bubble bath Have your snack on that ass that Know what I mean? Massaging these melodies Put that gangsta shit on the shelf Blow winds, blow, through your hair Sea breeze sticks and shit Right right [Method Man] When your around boo Come and chop this mother fucking beat you stank ass trick |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
(Raekwon)
Shake them niggaz Scary hours no money out, smash the Guinness Stout Play the outfield, Lucille, switched cracks on shields She's a rich fiend, sacrifice her fam, shift them niggaz To Queens, Guess jeans she charged thirty-five beans Hit the cell phone, regulate with well known tone A Wally kingpin, who also slam and strike edition Whattup, Corleone smoke the bone Tone phone me Whattup he tried to slang there, address him with chrome only Grady with the gray beard, transport for him Rockin Nike at? Rastafarianburg, pipin that Switchin Benzes, ten carat nigga with gold lenses Frontin like he's sittin on a lump he's sittin on junk You wanna pull a heist, draw guns and robberies You wanna rock rep, step in yellow Wallabies Names arraigned, the century fox, little glocks Them niggaz with stocks, wail on your blocks Rich lifestyle, small like an ordinary white child But right now, Son is still shine, shed light now Breakdown, liquidate God, fuck it grab the nickel plate Spencer for Hire, tension when we mention Dryer He's a slave cop, behave pop Blue suits who bay stop us blow that cat At the Purple Haze spot (Method Man) I remember stickin fiends at the one-six-ooh When we was starvin, duckin five-oh, payin em dues Times is hard in the slums I'm from, they got us barred in We warrin and cage dodgin, rippin and robbin Got the NARC sabotagin, slippin cracks in Your camoflougin, now you snitchin on the squadron That's somethin niggaz can't pardon City overrun by young gun with bad intention, and Wu-Wear garment So I see no need to mention, the potency Of a sting from a killa bee, kickin the battery Out the back of them wisecracks Distorted for your get high you hijack These friendly skies ain't for you, they for me and mine This the year of the grimy nigga, ragtime Keep these niggaz on the run, peep my Clan emblem Iron Lung ain't got to tell you where it's comin from Catch us swimmin with these sharks now, you rap villains (I feel the same way you niggaz feelin) We feel the same way you feelin, let it be known (let it be known) (*Together*) What the blood clot you niggaz dealin, you crash dummies Cash rules, still don't nuttin move but the money (Ghostface) Aiyyo strongarm that kid right there with wavy hair Billy Johnson, snatched him out his whip in Times Square Took his Pumas, nameplate, dude lost weight Summer eighty-eight, started a fight, that can't wait Ask Dorothy, same kid pussy up in Marsey Blazin that Tad Rossi, up in the Marquis He lost like a hundred ounces, Jake rushed his houses Had him on the porch, ass no trousers This souped up, individual stuck, the new stuff Same kid cryin on the stand with Judge Cuffner Kissed him with art num it's three to nine style Before he left he flashin his face like Denzel Richard Dale took his Beaver, off the wall pullin his whip Mussy dropped and split his wig with the heater His safe butt was all fucked up, as he had me laughin God you see how he was laid out, in the grass With dirt in his mouth, Slim woke him up told him he wild out Blood leakin from his teeth he smiled like he gunned out Big bolo, stackin his shit financed a Volvo He copped his shit from a small, coffeeshop in SoHo He still pussy, he sell his dust up on the Lower East Posin like he rappin out... |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
[Masta Killa]
As we return, to the 36 Chambers The RZA, the GZA The Ol Dirty BZA U-God, Chef, the Ghostface Killah And Meth, Rebel I soldier for the foreclosure Don't forget about the Masta, yo Motherfuckers halt, when my Colt, start stompin Thunder, strikes your land with a jolt Your stamina level is low, like currents from the volts of relentless punishment that multiplies At a speed that the naked eye can't die-tect the infantry, peep the weapon-try as I bomb atomically Stagnant they stood surrounded and astounded by this total square mileage of violence that I brung I've not yet begun to stung It's the ethics, the rigorous training methods of the Abbott, incite overseas to opposition Penetrates then infiltrates Breakin down your resistance Leavin competition defenseless, Masta Hip-hop antagonizer, dumb deaf and blind civilizer with the silencer [U-God] Psssh, yo Pile-driver Tut boulder face blow Hulk Anger rap book causin chess blade smoke Minds the trunk, punk, elephant gun poke Jaw-breaker humanoid vice-grip, choke Face the inferno, maestro, pull it Pipe hard slang, bite the golden bullet Never, sold my soul Golden Arm cold stinger See me on the streets address me stone bringer Ease away, freeze back, feedback, play out in sweet action packed rap Bite it, stomp on a beat Posess hollow head battle teeth Tony Atlas Wu status, now, wisdom to the masses [RZA] Cock back my tongue like a hammer, my head is like a nickel-plated bammer, spit forty-five caliber grammar At the speed of wind makes you bleed within Crack your skull, without penetratin your skin Reign of champ official, Wu scamp with black pistols Spent the weekend programmin fat tracks at Camp Cristal [Method] Home on the range, rebel with a pen writin critically acclaimed scriptures that do you in Mista, Meth, Hot Nickels Say my shit holding my Sex Pistol, deal me in [RZA] The bewilderin killa bee quickly sting ya I ain't gotta life one fuckin finga Make sure to God I reef turns on the ringer We duckin the subpeona Fatal Flying Guillotine machine from Medina [INS] Check the 150 millimeter, heater as it blows holes [duo] through your fuckin speaker [U-God] Makin you weaker creepin inches centimeters [GZA] Fifty caliber street sweeper Shots from Shaolin that go to Masapeaqua [Method] Things'll never be the same, after this one Ghostrider spit flame, lay back and twist one Recognize the Gods came, for one accord For one mind and one cause, that's the shit Son Play them crows out position You might hear me but you don't listen Competition come and get some on Red marker still bleedin, through the paper of his sick premeditated, murder caper [Street Life] I walk with the Shaolin strut, burn a dutch Watch Street eat em up, cold crush, bumrush Spot rusher get touched backed up handcuffed Y'all niggaz can't FUCK with us [Ghostface] Pass me the black velvet embassy suite killin me Spell it Maxi Priest caught me in the days up on Delancy Street Stand solar, deadly vengeance with a crowbar It's like the dreads worshipin Jah, so ha-lo-ha Pineapple crushed 850 swerve it with a rush Plush the Canola Range spittin off the roof, holdin my change Yo it's ragtime, universal 12 Monkey mind It's like, stalkin through your airport *BZZZZZZT* with a chunky nine [Street Life] The undervolt Staten New York Blood sport gun talk holdin fort back, take em to court (Method: One time) It's the burner Shaolin bound facedown you gets murdered Roadblock shell shocked, stretched on a back block Yo it's warfare when you ring here, slugs fly through midair Landin thugs in wheelchairs from the slugfest Keeps the iron, where the head rest, for the conquest Subway, wordplay ricochet through your projects, crime pays Matched up in a staircase, in a dark place embraced by the trey-eight, I'm in so deep I can't escape These crime situations, I stay in man formation And shot echoes through the ghetto locations y'all remain P.L.O., slam cats like Bam Bam, Bigolo Throw a flow like Nomo relate like Fidel Castro I be the great all pro, hangin MC's by they logos My street journal reacts and blaze like an inferno |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
[Ol Dirty Bastard]
All y'all bitches put your naps together And all you niggaz put your dicks together, bitch (Ol Dirty starts singing) Hoeeeee! Yah ha heh De, hayyyy! Ah ha he hay De, haaaaa! Errr hah hahhhr Haaaaaaaah He hawww, heahh She flew in like calm breeze Tall brown skin her weave like palm trees I went coconuts Dipped my Dunkin' between your Donut Don't want it if it ain't no slut, bitch! Fathership touch ground, like fly on soup Don't invite me I tear the fuck down White ones cut my toupee! Seventh day rester, or scream play I slump MC slay, it ain't nuttin to bust ass Bullet him, get him fast Bitch I don't break out, blast to the next rash The dog piss on MC's like trees Got meals but still grill that old good welfare cheese (Ol Dirty sings again) Hoeeeeee! Yeah, hayyyy! Dedicated to all you bitch ass niggaz De, haaaaa And you bitch ass niggarettes Bitch! Hoeeeeee! Motherfuckers! [RZA] Let that bitch go! Shame on a nuh, who tried to step TUH the Ol Dirty Bas, put my foot up your UHH Bitch, you walk around with your bra too tight It's alright, you still gon' get fucked tonight Hoeeeeee! [Method] Stankin ass hoes! You're the type of bitch don't appreciate sheeeit Never had sheeeit, so you won't be sheeeeit That pussy there, couldn't satisfy a hair on my body, treat me like a lolli and slob me down *SLURP, SLURP* I'm Doo Doo Brown! Hehahahaha Tossed salad, oh you in some shit now Callin me a dog, well leave a dog alone Cause nothin can stop me from buryin my bones in the backyard, of someone else's house Ol Dirt Dog, but I'm not dog out Here comes Rover, sniffin at your ass But pardon me bitch, as I shit on your grass That means hoe, you been shit-ted on! I'm not the first dog that's shitted on your lawn (crazy drunken ass ODB singin again) Hoeeeee! Yeah, heyyyy, de haaaaa Hoe, ohhaowwohh! Hoeeeee, de heyyyy (This is dedicated to all y'all bitches) De, haaaahhhh Hoeeeee! Yeah, heyyyy, de haaaaa Ahahaahaaah Fuck y'all |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
[Raekwon the Chef]
Scrape y'all motherfuckers This is my word, when you see us When you see us flashing and shining And building and adding on Y'all niggaz just watch it, hear me Only ones that who we got respect for Is them niggaz that we say peace to Hear me, pay attention, put your shoes on Yo, my team be bellyaching hungry niggaz on the swarm again Pirahna niggaz bite dick, yo Son, it's on again What up, he made a move, try to assist it Listen kid yo, you was born to be a pawn but I'm a bishop Back to the novel, you Son, it's logical How you figure God, what, flow on the track, flip the obstacle Now my proposal, it's the global From California to courts, it's over God, so taste the tofu Remember baggy jeans, the Timberlands in November Shorty called me Santa in December But guess what, my Wally's got messed up Autograph presser what, blast enough to blow your rest up We scrape that, Land O' Lake that My dolo rapper get you sent back Represent the gentlemens who bent that Flash medallions like Italians La costra nostra, we moving through your hood like a poster Flex this, Lex and Diamonds hold the settlement So keep the bust the gun Boo Like that bad ass bitch in Dead Presidents Add on, the billboard sloan Check it now, you get the gold dick award It's like jail and it's the sixth floor Test me, floating in the S.E., now let's see Half of y'all niggaz built your rhyme from my sess tree Faggots, homos, yo, my flavor liver than a dobo Stay militant kid, push it like bolo You fucking idiot, playing with my Clan but you be fearing it Face one, I'm guaranteed to make you take one Please, y'all niggaz money getting low But did you come back, set up shop, and get the phat dough Tired of y'all, mostly inspired by y'all So what the deal now, blinking with us or put your shield down Faggot, fuck fuck around punk, battle for cream nigga [RZA] You want to pound crab, nah let his hand swing I ought to punch a hole in his palm with these pointy ass rings No more said, knew your chump ass was dead When I saw the four four reflecting off your shiny forehead It's Wu-Tang nigga, ain't nothing changed nigga Still shame on a nigga, who tried to run game Get virgin and perversions, fucking bitches with Persian Bugs watching niggaz like the turgeon, it's the surgeon slugs still pounds when Bobby Steels 12 gauge gonna pay deadly chronicles We, held up in Gotham take heed and protect your seeds We fall like all the leaves, who lack tranquility In your rap utility to fuck with the abilities Raised like a sperm cell to the ovary Microphone post tone like a rotary phone Age of poems and poetry, old sloans Explosive head bullets, black hooded Invalid footed ninjas, who full metal jacket clips And know how to put it in you Surrender your goods and your merchandise For no purchase price, I'm certainly a heist For your ice and curtains and vice Come quietly, Wu-Tang Clan rules society Because of variety, so maintain your high anxiety And lead them to defy me, diary... I need 18 points for my next joint This high and mointed king, to make a deal I be the one to appoint, Steve Ripken must have been sniffing To catch something so dope, it left minor c-lits pussy dripping I fuck hundreds of bitches, and split millions of dollars And built with thousands of scholars My life saga from the hildred of horor Legal kid brown in Nicaragua Gave birth to MC's, seeds and bank robbers We drove with pistol whips into world-wide trips And my dick's been sucked by the finest lips Stand to tell the contestants, in the world's best repressment But none of the above compare to the one-twenty lessons Or my queen and my seeds, in the home that I rest in Enter my dome get blown to 99 sections [Method Man] This rhyme has no limitations, this time there's no hesitation Collecting minds at the door, you want it niggaz it's yours The flavors raw, what the fuck you think I'm flowing for It's rhyme and reason, bite the bullet Niggaz is foul in this duck season We add odds till we even motherfucker Bad asses, high times, lower classes Taste mine, straight shots in dirty glasses Bring it to him, room service, under pressure And mad nervous, waving guns at the clergy Ticallion, we ain't worried Keep them sick niggaz seven-thirty Picture this, watch the birdy This bastards is rolling dirty With sharp pins that be stabbing you Pins and needles, needles and pins Nuff said, dick in your mouth Like pimp was bled, as I race track with thoroughbreds Ducking the feds [Ghostface] Yo, my ice slow fly up on the keyboard son Niggaz ran up on me law, praising what we do by the lords That's right, exile the fake, hit them niggaz like weight Feed a fool, let the fake evaporate Reconstruction, that's the whole science of mine Production, ya'll niggas guess who stuck son Left his meth son, switch, finger itch Staring at you like a bitch, maybe y'all niggaz snitch Youse a loner, Adidas shell top with lye sipping Corona, read the rev report then bone her Buy you some jewels, here's some food Not neccessarily mean to be rude boo, check out the analoo We in the mushrooms, chased the high neck in the custom Baggy jeans, thick ropes god, sliding through customs Chill, y'all niggaz know what time it is James Bond Beamers behind me, on Bacardi Lime and check out the pitch like Nolan Ryan He cought a slug for lying Yeah you was lying, where's the cash, crying Militia, rolling in position Casa Blanca Cuban Link Christian Lex the tally back whistling, fake fucks |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
Yo, one two one two Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang
It's the Wu, creepin in the shadows Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang (Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang) "Oh baby, for heavens sake" Sir I, Excalibur "Oh baby, for heavens sake" (Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang) 2X "Oh baby, for heavens sake" Verse One: Inspectah Deck/Rebel INS Yo, aiyyo my rap style swing like Willie Mays My eyes Purple Haze, my solar razor burn through shades My grenades raid the airwaves, catch this rap page I glide like, hovercrafts on the Everglades Boom master, with the faster blade, track slasher Manufacture poems to microphones, bones fracture Limited edition composition spark friction non-fiction, the calm bomb keep your arm distant Zero tolerance, dominant intelligence Wu original, true colors step from the melanin The most high, most try, to get close by and overthrow I, but choke, with they hopes up high I circulate the tri-state and vibrate beyond the Richter Flies sense to flock when they spot this live nigga The crowd seducer black your third eye before I lose ya Verbal high I leave stars in the eyes of Medusa Top ten, parley like Cochran, it's often narrow margin, of your odds to dodge the marksman Murder rap, kill you soft like Roberta Flack Words attack like a british bulldog, observe the stacks Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang "Oh baby, for heavens sake" (repeat both lines 4X) Verse Two: Masta Killa Now all pay tribute to this entity A spark that surges through the undergrowth overwhelmin the populace from the entry The Wu-Tang Dynasty, has emerged from this elite fleet I was appointed to strike the vital nerve Mouths tend to utter and speak empty words Observe the magnetic attraction as we breathe Seeds of MC's at these fake ass industry niggaz feed off, the chrome mic tend to squeeze off and spray, an array of shots that travel downwind, just respect pyrhiffic pen as I send, the minds of the weak To rise and take power I blew tower-ing over the land as we stand, expanding our CREAM A dollar to every grain of sand Let the mind use the physical as planned "Oh baby, for heavens sake" Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang "Oh baby, for heavens sake" Verse Three: Cappadonna Yo, yo, this is Beirut Try to comprehend check out my new suit Gods blend aim take fire pure destruction Dissapear from here, my year, drop the stupid LP's everywhere Fallin out the sky tall sniper Raps by Cappadonna hit the countryside Poetry whirlpool, RZA and True collide We produce article exception to the rule We the black men that struck oil, the hardboiled Cats that made that Watergate thing go spoiled The heavy-handed, locked down stranged with Cyrus Wu Pirates, sneak inside the club, low eyes Low down dirty, twelve thirty, night time crawlers Off-the-wallers, basketball gun brawlers Smoked out throw both fists for nine-seven Slang reverand, put the best work in Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang "Oh baby, for heavens sake" (repeat both 4X) |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
Heaterz
Raekwon Hang glide for my nigga Tical Yo, word to God we run this whole shit Son (no doubt) Right that's my word, guaranteed you're dealin with the invicible (no doubt) That's my word, Persian legacy one time, one time Check the science of the black man Stationary niggaz, have fun on this right here Yo Shorty cross your arms Gonna rock niggaz to sleep this year Blade thrower, sword swinga, killa bee ringer Rocky road roll dark greener Cream fademas, name your God Ukarema Shout out Medina, federaloes Noxzema Me jury cleaner, Million Man March screamers Rae Cartegna, cut your joint Wolverine The lonzina, wrapped around the wrist, law seen her How I got that yo, threw out the macker named Gina Bust a shot, seen her, it richocheted, tapped Tina Now I'm out, lampin in Korea with Talima We moseyin, sweatsuit Adidas, best believe I got the black heater little joint, probably Moschino Yo Bobby Robby whattup, Max tried to follow me Sadaam loungin, clean up collect, like the laundry It's time yo swerve like the Nike line Windbreaker Laker throw a jump shot scrape her Statuary yo floatin that snatch-uary Aiyyo, blow a hole in your limo, weed pass the dutch Inspectah Deck Yo this is MC wizardry, killa bee invasion Men of respect, blessed with wisdom of the ancients My words are blatant, lacerate necks for statements are launched like lead projectiles, straight out the basement I suplex your rap, left ruined like the Aztecs Parasites, double edge dice your larynx My hip-hop, swarmin team locked inside the detox Under key flock, it's like b-block and E-glocks you're ill, your trail end thoughts are frail I strike the cypher, and let one survive to tell the tale Of my state of grace, I raise the stakes on snakes Knock em off like the big eights for takin up space Never did fear em, stick em with the truth serum Who sent em, arrest em before my charge is ended Designated hitter flows with the transistor Kinetic globes light will then shine, burns your retina Urban journal, plus eternal broadcaster Before and after, I be self lord and master Ol Dirty Bastard I be the Ironside, get touched, with the chloride Take walk with the Nine Finger bandits worldwide Shaolin hillside, full of homicides FUCK you dissastified the double dyed black brown I advise U-God Yo, box talk sequence, powerhouse kickout Eyes dusty, wet, butt-naked with my dick out I'm direct, golden best, golden chest is blessed Scarce chapter, snatcher batcher went to fresh It sound farfetched, mountain men that be rich You get buckshot, dumb be clapped, mummy wrapped and stitched The Jeffrey Dahmer Notre Damer sing the song the strongest Brute force bullethole straight through your chorus Shank you with the think tank, harmony cake cut A can of ass whoopin flurry shake, break you fucks Struck, love crooks, why for lyin hooks Chef cocaine cook, a marvelous book This deathbent doctrine, paper for the youth what remains, a saber-toothed tiger in the booth |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
["The Wu-Tang Clan will rise again
There are many of us, working for the good of the Wu] Tang" "Die!" *sounds of fighting are heard* Verse One: Street Life So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind Staff While the feature broadcast is splashed to tell the news like Kaity Chung, how the bullet collapsed his lung His father watched the horror as he swallowed his tongue Another youth dead, before the age of twenty-one Left his son to grow, in the ghettoes of the slums With a shot that go, for twisted metal for cash flow React slow nigga and get, P.L.O. By the lone gunner, who took revenge for his brother who got slain last summer by a cocaine runner A new year is dawning, new crews is forming Rival gangs warring blood steadily pouring The streets are deep Son every day is like a rerun So I reach out and try to teach one But eighty-five percent uncivilized content No tolerance so a lifetime is spent behind a cage bent smoked out on a park bench Killer instinct slave rap niggaz get lynched *sounds of fighting* Verse Two: Ghostface Killah So yo break that nigga arm fast as a fuck Tell Ra, Goldie left my beige jacket in his truck To all you slow footed penguins, duckin from these hot rocks that's flamin, chocolate for all you rap Damian's Spraying cards ex-pionage, dodgeball square hard Strip bars, no bras, wet leotards and a mink in, next album blood on Seth Abram Keep a Gambino PlayStation in your playpen Discovery Channel, cats that book at Daniel Coke blunts hot as a FUCK swatted bamboo high school dropouts, baseheads get knocked the fuck out on the regular for robbin a good nigga house Rough cut raw doses, the unexplainable Hot rock lava, gringo throw the flows iglasa *sounds of fighting* Verse Three: Inspectah Deck Ha ha ha ha, yo What you know about this, specialist armed dangerous Hit you close range with this madness Unique design shine like a deep dish The beat kick technique split all your weak shit Yes, the rhythm, the Rebel Alone in my level heat it up past the boiling point of metal Living legend, veteran known to set trend Lethal weapon, step through your section with the Force like Luke Skywalker Rhyme author, orchestrate mind torture Live performer, bit the mic sayanora Borderline to insane, I rain firewater Tape recorder, can't be saved by a court order I got my sword cross your throat you joke Verse Four: Method Man We on the run with the golden guns, get you none when it reach out and teach someone, blaze they buns Now I'm guilty by association Times of blackness eclipsin the sun, target practice commence when I throw these darts at these rappers Ricochet, hit the charts, bloody your matress Hold me down, Wu bloodkin, I'm goin in Shootin bullets at the top ten, rhyme concoction blend like a million All these niggaz want cheese, is we mice or men, word up We can go platinum but then, still can't get no satisfaction Once again, back on the block crumb snatchin Blowin backs in cold Blunted non-assassin, time for action, Johnny Unidas Handle that like arthritis Still, hold a golden touch like King Midas *swords clash* Verse Five: RZA Drown in problems the Heineken's imported from Holland Gettin boosted off a killer bee pollen, stone columns get trapped by drum tracks mac loud as gun claps Pen'll grab the death of a thousand dumb tacks The Wu Sensai fold, it beez the Wind Ninja scroll Soul edged blade controls your inner pole The thick loop, fruit from the forbidden tree root I stay secluded in the Chamber trainin new recruits with Fatal Guillotine, the black hooded team what it means when bullets scream from the hot glock like rock from a sling ("Sometimes...") Pushed through like George Bush Operation Whoops Shots get popped on the block cause them blood to gush From digital to analog, the Wu-Wear camoflogue The entourage squad we stompin through Zanzibar like herds of cattle, RZA plays the wall like a shadow Connect the Book of Shaolin like the brothers I know Now Rule Verse Six: Raekwon the Chef Stash the cream though, Iceatollah ice style gleama Lex graffiti name reamer, hold em we rollin askin me though, raps is hotter than, hot tamales in Toledo Pussy that shit she passin off to me though We wax Ajax niggaz with a axe, Maxamill You could crash a meal, got you back steel scold em and fold em like the thousand dollar bills sit back eyein y'all niggaz out Fakes that delegate we spittin fire out Verb burgular, design the Wally shoe store reserve a jet status, guidin these vert up on my matress Watch me mack this, Ralph Lauren goose inside a fashion Yo, these hands is flooded and they mad quick Strong approach like magnets, custom wood crane name Stylin rich, RZA made the waves in one chain Feelin mics like, wheelin a bike, slide like step on his Klondike, get your dart right We movin on it like, wind breaker niggaz get they face broke Jury get snatched, magazine right on the low, fuck y'all cats ("Sometimes...") *sounds of fighting* "May you rot in hell!" "Ahahahahah, ahahahahaha, ahahahahaha!" |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
Impossible
Verse One: RZA Fusion of the five elements, to search for the higher intelligence Women walk around celibate, livin irrelevant The most benelovent king, communicatin through your dreams Mental pictures been painted, Allah's heard and seen everywhere, throughout your surroundin atmosphere Troposphere, thermosphere, stratosphere Can you imagine from one single idea, everything appeared here Understanding makes my truth, crystal clear Innocent black immigrants locked in housing tenemants Eighty-Five percent tenants depend on welfare recipients Stapleton's been stamped as a concentration camp At night I walk through, third eye is bright as a street lamp Electric microbes, all body clothes Taking telescope pictures of globe, babies getting pierced with microchips stuffed inside their earlobes, then examinated Blood contaminated, vaccinated, lives fabricated Exaggerated authorization, Food and Drug Administration Testin poison in prison population My occupation to stop the innauguration of Satan Some claim that it was Reagan, so I come to slay men like Bartholemew, cause every particle is physical article was diabolical to the last visible molecule A space night like Rom, consume planets like Unicron Blasting photon bombs from the arm like Galvatron Verse Two: U-God United Nations, gun fire style patient Formulatin rap plural acapella occupation Conquer land like Napoleon, military bomb fest We want sanitary food, planetary conquest Thug peoples on some hardco' body shit Get your shit together 'fore the fuck Illuminati hit Dreams is free in escape of sleep For a fool peep jewels, keep tools for tough time The rule of rough mind, elevate, stay behind The sun gotta shine, keep on, cremate the whole Babylon, times up, move on Kings on your pawn, checkmate, no fakes opposed through the gate, case closed Things get froze, when it comes time, chosen ones were holding guns, we take flight with no fright and attack, never fear cause our words is clear What's been done can't be undone Son, we can't care Cause the last days and times are surely here Snakes and flakes get blown, by the rightous ones Divine minds bind, we unified as one Half of black hope, we half broke, smoke a bowl of weed shit Our everlastin answers stay flyin over Egypt Chorus: Tekitha For you to defeat, the Gods Impossible, you can never... defeat The Gods, impossible For you to defeat, the Gods Verse Three: Ghostface Killah Call an ambulance, Jamie been shot, word to Kemit Don't go Son, nigga you my motherfuckin heart Stay still Son, don't move, just think about Keeba She'll be three in January, your young God needs you The ambulance is taking too long Everybody get the fuck back, excuse me bitch, gimme your jack One, seven one eight, nine one one, low battery, damn Blood comin out his mouth, he bleedin badly Nahhh Jamie, don't start that shit Keep your head up, if you escape hell we gettin fucked up When we was eight, we went to Bat Day to see the Yanks In Sixty-Nine, his father and mines, they robbed banks He pointed to the charm on his neck With his last bit of energy left, told me rock it with respect I opened it, seen the God holdin his kids Photogenic, tears just burst out my wig Plus he dropped one, oh shit, here come his Old Earth With no shoes on, screamin holdin her breasts with a gown on She fell and then lightly touched his jaw, kissed him Rubbed his hair, turned around the ambulance was there Plus the blue coats, Officer Lough, took it as a joke Weeks ago he strip-searched the God and gave him back his coke Bitches yellin, Beenie Man swung on Helen |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
[RZA]
Yo, yo one two one two, yo live in effect We got the king Ruler Zig-Zag-Zag Allah Commonly known to y'all as the RZA Yo before we go into side two or side B of this double CD Knahmsayin I want to give y'all a little announcement man For the last year there's been a lot of music comin out the shit been weak, knowhatI'msayin? A lot of niggaz trying to take hip-hop and make that shit R&B, rap and bullshit yaknowhatI'msayin? Or make that shit funk Fuck that, this is MCin right here, this is hip-hop Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang gonna bring it to you in the purest form I got the GZA on my side, Killah Priest Sunz of Man, Royal Fam, Killarmy, Gravediggaz, 12 O'Clock Yo, we want to let y'all niggaz know somethin man To my people all across the world; Japan, Europe -- knowhatI'msayin? Canada, knowmean -- Austria, Germany, Sweden Yo, this is true hip-hop you listenin to right here In the pure form, this ain't no R&B with a wack nigga takin the loop Be loopin that shit thinkin it's gonna be the sound of the culture YaknowhatI'msayin? (That player bullshit) YaknowhatI'msayin? All that player dressin up on this shit, actin like this some kind of fashion show man YaknowhatI'msayin? This is hip-hop right here YaknowhatI'msayin? This is lyrics, MCin And yo, to y'all niggaz who think you going to become an MC overnight YaknowhatI'msayin? Better snap out that fuckin dream Man it takes years for this you Cat in the Hat ass rappers You Dr. Seuss, Mother Goose, simple minded (Stop runnin up on niggaz with all that wack shit) Word up man (I'm talking about you MC's) You ain't no MC; niggaz ain't made for this yaknowhatI'msayin? This shit was Only Built 4 Cuban Linx -- we told y'all niggaz back then And then everybody wanted to change their motherfuckin name YaknowhatI'msayin? We come out with a style Now everybody wanna imitate our style and all you producers out there YaknowhatI'msayin? It's all good to show love to a nigga But stop bitin my shit, yaknowhatI'msayin? Come from your own heart with this shit And all y'all MC's, stop biting from my niggaz We told ya'll niggaz on the fucking Cuban Linx album Don't bite our shit, y'all niggaz keep biting Yo, I'm going to tell y'all something man It's time for the Wu revolution right here To all my niggaz across the world Raise your motherfucking fist in the air And get ready for the Triumph Cause the Gods is here to take over this shit Word up, peace |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
Machine gun rap for all my niggaz in the back
Stadium packed, linebacker nigga flashback See through yellow lines Rock a fly jersey in the summertime God Magic marker rap, bleed Benatton Relaxed, wrote this, comin at cha crab ass cope and snatch ya ice off, chillin in the back, throw the lights off Waves, water blend, rhyme flow in slow motion Thick snare, I'm feelin like a snail in the ocean What's your wish? Wanna Kringle like Kris? Melodic single, dark snap a nigga just like fish You fucked up, some rich niggaz you done test yo Select the wrong apartment, and niggaz pulled up your dress Style molest that, canal chain nigga where ya vest at Flex'll make me wanna bless that, yo Saddam Hu-sane niggaz light the torch, we flamin niggaz Autograph that, flatten all the main niggaz Chorus: [All] It's Yourz! [RZA] The world in the palm of your hand [All] It's Yourz! [RZA] Twenty-three million of useful land [All] It's Yourz! [RZA] The seed and the black wo-man [All] It's Yourz! [RZA] Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan [All] It's Yourz! (2X) Verse Two: U-God Yo, super freak physique. like Raphael Saadiq Baby love the ganja leaf, everday of the week Super friends wake up, deluxe gourmet beats The night is right, I might find me a suite It's a quarter full moon, now I ride with my swoon Well groomed, dance hall packed, full room Lady move, peep my glide, peep my zoom Keep in stride, smoke the lah smoke the boom Feel the fumes, consume toxic tunes Hell bound, species forty ounce typhoon The ultra-violet scream machine move your body touch The totem pole wobble Ark builders God rush Beams of light, stop ya breathin -- it's huntin season Honey eye-ballin down for no reason Grab her close, play post, wind and wax floors Never mind the laws, cause tonight [All] It's Yourz Verse Three: RZA Stop the fader of the RAM, pass my watts through my pre-amp Them can't stress the beat vamp the shit'll get blam at full throttle, hot lead propels throughout my nozzle Crack your soul like bottles, leave you stiff as models You fag, you couldn't pull one drag -- off my blunt You couldn't punch your way out of a wet paper bag with scissors in your hands -- bitch, the RZA I stand close to walls, like number four the lizard Enchant a few solar panels, blast off like Roman Candles Rap vandals, stomp your ass like Yahoo McDaniels You cocker spaniel dogs, can't fuck with our catalog Put your lights out and leave your brain inside a fog Verse Four: Inspectah Deck It's only natural, actual facts are thrown at you The impact'll blow trees back and crack statues Million dollar rap crews fold, check the sick shit explicit, I crystalize the rhyme so you can sniff it We live this, fitted hats low conceal the Crooked I No surprise, verbal stick up -- put em high Rebel I, outlaw, split second on the draw Blow the door off this shit, like bricks of C4 Chorus Verse Five: Ghostface Killah Check out my beaver, baby blue glock in the safe Seems Darthy and the God and get ski roll weight We hold a belt Son, that's my word Spot a rapper run him down, throw him out in the third, yo check it I think like the man behind a register Evergreen smokin estates, rhyme and power made me treasurer With third down, six to go flash his strobe lights I'm open RZA hit me off lovely and I love him With root beer thoughts, here's a tennis court for your birthday, the babyface of rap politic with Sade Avenging eagle crooks rock the "W" in Spiegel books Annheiser Busch kings came through, and stopped your whole jooks Spitfire Kangols, watch Tony train a gang of hoes Painful like hearin the news, like when your man go Ends blow, windy at times watch the room sheisty girl Love to sit out this song, now watch your water break Chorus: latter 1/2 |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
[Raekwon] Yo, you know what I mean? Chillin within
[Rakeem] Word up, niggaz is stupid [Cappa] Look out for the cops man, look out for the cops [Raekwon] Yo it was on last year Son [Rakeem] Huh? Fuck them cops [Ghost] Word [Raekwon] Scrape them niggaz [Raekwon] Niggaz want two hundred grand over the table [Ghost] Like this [Raekwon] That shit looks pretty [Rakeem] Yo [Ghost] I don't know what the fuck made em in they own mind [Raekwon] Pass the weed off man *inhale* [Ghost] think they could come f, they could fuck wit this Dunn [Rakeem] Yo G, the Mexican niggaz is definitely buggin the fuck *cop's walkie talkie is heard* [Raekwon] Mike's was crystal, erythang [Rakeem] other Mexicans be all the fuck up on your shit nigga *cop's walkie talkie still babbling* [Method] Aiyyo you got a light? [THE PIG] Excuse me can you put that out please? [Method] Oh shit [Raekwon] For what? For what? [Method] Jiggy [THE PIG] Could you please put that out? [Raekwon] For what? I ain't puttin.. [THE PIG] Put the shit out now! [Raekwon] I ain't puttin shit out!! [THE PIG] UP AGAINST THE FUCKIN WALL! *everything gets chaotic* [THE PIG] UP AGAINST THE FUCKIN WALL!!! [Rakeem] The fuckin bitch? Get that bitch! [Raekwon] Slap fire out! [THE PIG] Oh no no no no no no no [Raekwon] Get your shit right [THE PIG] Get what? [Raekwon] We gonna swerve on these niggaz one time that's my word *music fades in* "What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility" [Raekwon] That's comin from Louis Rich [Raekwon] Baggin, you know what time it is, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo Verse One: Raekwon the Chef Put them cracks down you just started slangin two months ago Whattup with Larry Francisco tell him to let that bitch go Why you standin there? Posin you like Donna Karan wear Nigga save that, the same shit you had it last year You be runnin with them outsiders That shit is fucked up yo, we never turn to dick riders Your Mac is big, got a little grip, yo You think that shit gon live what he did -- what this nigga said Remember when his mans got there, the whole shit was set up Shut up, whole fam want the science and the letter It got back to me some niggaz in Medina askin me "You know some niggaz in the gold E-Class," splash to me Yo that shit you had in Vegas Yo, it coulda got us both sprayed up, they seen the Ac, know this traitor Hair sa-laundry and Shorty like Karan Her fam major swing kingpins you won't dare front on Octavia with all the ice on, yo She own a carwash now, her little Keon doin triple life Marry a Son who got baked, it coulda been for a half a cake, play the shank, maybe bite her Shit is fucked up when they got us yo She fainted at her baby wake now watch the breakdown "..face responsiblity" She fainted at her baby wake now yo watch the breakdown "Little ghetto boy, playin in the ghetto street" Verse Two: CappaDonna Yo all of y'all niggaz got the whole story wrong Talk what you talk but twist the real song When it comes down to this, not a licensed driver Show y'all niggaz whose style is more liver This is not a act this is more actual fact Nuttin but experience placed upon track with the true sound, not lyin out the crown When we not workin we hardly be around Yeah see the light, right now we could fight You not a real brother you just a fake type that get on the mic then, throw your cliche Half the East coast soundin just like Rae If you a Gambino, give credit to the flow If you not a part of this kid act like you know Fuck the studio, Cappachino the great Fly cherry head niggaz like planes out of state I ain't friends with you, only my CD hit you If you want some then stop frontin is the issue It's my turn, live niggaz could pass Two-face-ted rappers push they shit last Straight off the edge, into the rubbish Peep my new style fuck Cristal and Moet I drink Evian water while my thoughts get published "What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility?" "Little ghetto boy, playin in the ghetto streets What you gonna do when you grow up..." "What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility?" "Little ghetto boy, playin in the ghetto streets What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility?" *35 seconds of instrumental pass until the martial arts samples* One is invulnerable, in fact it involves strenuous breath control Out of all techniques, it's the most difficult The human body has a hundred and eight pressure points Thirty-six of these can be fatal The remainder, paralyzing |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
This is dedicated to all you bitches
Knew this bitch named Traj, she had a hella fine ass Candy-ass, blew my hole in the past Niggarette gave me gonorrhea Pussy dick to the tippy toe like ballerina Boy you shoulda seen her She had a babyface creamer Purinas Called up talkin Tina I put my dick in a broom She blew my head like a balloon I had her walkin on the moon Verse Two: Cappadonna Yo, I seen you at the five and dime wastin your time Oh you shine, I'm lookin at your ass from behind You walked by smellin like watermelon You might make me a felon, my eyeballs swellin My nuts start yellin, excuse my prick Wanna have a talk with you, I'm sick My medicine is can I walk with you, fantasy After that we can cheat, laid on the bed Handcuffed with hard meat, long stroke smackin Smack it then broke, nothin can't stop my continous poke, compound Porno flick music, Daddy came with it when I wrote it Verse Three: Ol Dirty Bastard Dirt Dog be bouncin on bitches like fog I pollute the air up like smog, bitch I'm up my jacuzzi, peepin this smoothie My bitch is a floozy, Dirt Dog ain't choosy Pussy move me, pretty black dick up in the booty I like it muddy or swampy By now you find your ass up shitty creeky Don't got no fuckin room me and my momma and my TV Blackberry squeeze Bitch who a tease, titties small, I got used to the squeaks Fuck that shit, I'm through with this bitch Old hen please can't get a bank of these welfare cheese, now to blow fifty G's overseas, I'm doin the breeze, in my 850 Verse Four: RZA Suicidal, she been in more hotels than bibles Idle worshippin bitch wasn't the type to make bridle Sprung, on how the bitch maneuvered her tongue From the top of his dick, to the bottom of his ass split I told the God to jet quick this wicked bitch was a harlot but had him trapped up inside the Charlotte Web She wasn't choosy fucked for movie and a loose leaf cigarette, pussy stay wet and juicy like lemons Big ass in tight denim Had the most faithful niggaz sinnin against their women and enjoyed, to watch relationships get destroyed This unemployed welfare bitch was non-void and shameless, her attitude was blameless Even though she had a hundred dicks on her namelist Her obsession, caused niggaz to get, the ass cheek injection The bitched lied, said she had urinary tract infection I tried to warn em, and bomb em, but she conned em Wanted niggaz to fuck her raw dog without no condom *woman moans* oooooh, ahahhh, ohh [Wu-Tang movie samples] You people are all trying to acheive the impossible That's exactly what we've done But you'll fail, and you'll all die If we die, the next generation will fight them too And the one after them, for as long as they must And eventually we shall succeed |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
Aiyyo I roll like a bat out of hell
Evil acapell's fly spittin out of my grill Before I hit the sky with springtime colors Juicy as a Sunkist, certain broads double dutch this They carve it in they wrist, pales berry blazes Straighten the crumbs left on the stove, clothes in my lady hair Plus yours the look gold God, the old tainted bald technique Got these vestibules designer niggaz in they whips jumpin out they seats, eighteen, Bronzeman Part II We like Dorothy Hamill on ice We in your hood we might circle, hats down low in the Range Switch lanes, change my tire, peel out Real loud on the stage yo, I shitted on your hood kid I shitted on your hood, got to your burner too late I'm lookin real good, draped out Shinin like a fresh fifty cent piece, your girlfriend, c'mere Oh shit, you my man's niece, the gourmet pocket twenty bombs made of clay, Sexcapades take place We fucked in forty-eight shades might walk up in your studio time slap your engineer, it's lighter fluid to that style Hand me the matches now Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef Aiyyo rainbow Roley on the wrist, now what's this Niggaz bless this, eight and a half, Bally banana twist E shakes, puffin on lye, feedin the seed's plate Pullin out, old dirty eights to rob gates Major wake up, the kid telltales, make a nigga head wake up Beats break, the nigga would take off his time Honolulu status, gladdest the rich rock cabbage and dollar vans grands That nigga mad savage, stationary Hall of Justice Niggaz came clumped out Just came home, now they bunked out Money be longer than triple life til the sun burn out, that's my word Move it with the burner out Fidel way of thinkin, roll with the Mac bent Ac-10 Most of my team, Five Percent check what the live said Rollin with Guess vests pedestrians yo holdin my nuts, fuckin thousand dollar lesbians [Ghost] Yo, the Older God put me on and had to rock this [both] Maintain Three-Sixty Lord live prosperous [Ghost] It only takes a lesson a day, just to analyze life [both] one time in the respectable mind (repeat 2X) Verse Three: The Genius/GZA Let the shot spark, soon as his pit bull barks Tire scars from skid marks leaves from jams in school parks Witness, forget his, original statement Even in protection programs there's no escapement Gunned down, we in town, hit king from seven crowns Spent rounds catch him while he rhyme in the Zebra Lounge Wounded, back in the eighty-three summer heat Up in three-oh-nine park, rhymin off the drummer's beat I stalk the city streets demonstratin mic wrecks All lookin stank, I ain't playin wit a full deck And as they nervously stare, I know they scared They saw the coming of Wu, the neon in Times Square Household name, assassin, killa bee Mill to the grain, that posess the Wu, trilogy Quick to spot those that bite camoflouge and blend Those that got styles, they got identical twins Don't stretch the small thing, copycats are finnicky without skills, they master the art of mimicry But I go line for line on the whole page Your unspotted life on the mic is old age *rocket fired, whistles off and explodes, breaking glass* |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
[Raekwon the Chef]
The Fuck? It's just the new way of thinkin Light up the broccoli kid Throw the relish in my back pocket Keep your eyes open Push your seat back, just flow... That's how we doin it Bound by honest sword take over the set; rap from here to Que-bec Throw up the tech, crash your intellect select a vet Swimsuit mammal handle, yo every fly vandal go to project Slam you like Hamill's wife 'fore the scandal Wally sandal just a sample, my niggaz fertilize thoughts Yo mad support drink a quart then bamboo When nasty can blew, my pen sterile won't perform if I'm not lampable Askin my man'll get you slapped down; play the anthem Lit it who wit it champagne get it, that's the ticket Solid nines soundin like crickets snatchin worker shipment Pull the air, long dick it, we talk right before we left lifted Just like a long sleeve, guess who rip it? [God] Projects [Rae] My niggaz survive, just like a movin target [God] Projects [Rae] Where niggaz live and some sell garbage that's [God] Projects [Rae] Try to escape the flyin shells dodgin [God] New York projects [Rae] I'm livin large yo, stop miragin [Method Man] Sign of the times, conspiracy to overthrow the mind Behind every fortune there's a crime This technique is tech-9 Blast at any Close Encounter of the Third Kind This be the evil that man do, we dismantle, any adversary Them niggaz all thumbs and can't handle, my flurry Hear me, you jam all you want to scare me Don't even kid me, shit in my coke aimin at cha kidney Pressure, Red Hot like Chili Pepper Black 'n Decker, hardware avoid the leper Five o'clock shadowboxer, hold down the sector Bet ya bottom dollar lecture, be hard to swallow Double oh-seven mark The secret agent that Max/well and Get Smart, through entertainment Welcome to The Killin Fields, with Johnny Dangerous Headbanger boogie niggaz goin thru changes [God] Projects [Rae] My niggaz survive, just like a movin target [God] Projects [Rae] Where niggaz live and some sell garbage that's [God] Projects [Rae] Try to escape the flyin shells dodgin [God] Projects [Rae] I'm livin large yo, stop miragin [Ghostface Killah] Suck my dick it's the kid with the fat knob I bust all into ya face, plus it come in globs Quick get on your knees, with yo' sweet pussy let it breathe Two fingers is all in your hole, think I can fit three Your pink lips, spread it in shit, let me throw my dick in Grab my shit and place it gently, on your clit Ping-pong pussy, wide world of wombs titty saggin Stomach on some scriveled up prune shit Too much air in your pussy you screamin that it's TALKIN TO YOU DADDY, fart's breathin out your lips splashin my dick badly Use vinegar, to try to tighten up your ginger All-mighty dick, ran in with a cape, some call him engine Lightning rod bob, black candy cane attatched to God Thick, like a great adventure cigar, in your garage Pregnant pussy have you fall out, like Remi on the house Watch the teeth for slobbin my shit You bit it on the couch, dry pussy leave the friction burns Plus beef I hone, the condom broke Bitch you got AIDS I'm shakin in my bones |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
It's Wu motherfuckers, ah Wu-Tang motherfuckers (3X)
It's Wu, ah goin on Verse One: The Genius/GZA Reunited, double LP, we're all excited Struck a match to the underground, industry ignited from metaphorical parables to fertilize the Earth Wicked niggaz come, try to burglarize the turf Scattin off soft-ass beats them niggaz rap happily Tragically, that style, deter-iate, rapidly Uncompleted missions, throwin your best known compositions You couldn't add it up, if you mastered addition Where I come from, gettin visual is habitual De-mon-strate walkin on hot coal, in rituals I splash the paint on the wall, it formed the mural He took a look, saw the manifestation of it, was plural Rhymin while impaired, dart hit your garment Pierced your internal, streamlined compartments Just consider the unparallel advantage Of a natural disaster that's impossible to manage Verse Two: Ol Dirty Bastard/Osirus Bitch ass niggaz counterfeit the funk I smoke the bead and the skunk, tree top of the trunk Moonshine drunken monk, YaHEAD, get shrunk The touch of skunk, I be fuckin bitches by the chunk my name black, do words wanna play in my dirt? Bitch stop my momma serve, free lunch from the church I come like a thousand doves Bitch you quiet at the bus, makin the fuss, I gots tough love Unglove the news, watch a nigga transfuse Dirty add to the fuse, heavy at the booze I don't walk, I get carried Gold and platinum frisbees on my wall, lookin properly but come-ly, I U.F.O. you Wright Brothers The Indian that sold Manhattan to the white man my grandfather, step up and get knocked right the fuck out Come to the cook-out, Dirty bitch at the mouth You scared? Run around like a plane about to crash *sound of a plane crashing and explosion* [Roxanne] Wu-Tang motherfuckers (2X) Yeah... and RZA Verse Three: RZA Yo, yo, The Riddler, funny bone tickler, freak Caligula Bigger dick sex enigma pistol fertilize your stigma Stinkbox, order from pink dot MC's get stuck on ink blots as I plug to the sinkbox Wu-Tang Incorp. take your brain on spacewalk Talk strange like B-jork, great hero Jim Thorpe How can I put it? Life is like video footage Hard to edit, directors, that never understood it I'm too impulsive, my deadly corrosive dosage attack when you least notice through explosive postage I don't play, the rap souflee sautee for the day Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig A, Leg Leg Arm Head Spread like plague, we drink Hennessee by the jig I got the golden egg plus the goose Eighty proof, Absolut, mixed with cranberry fruit juice Ginseng boost, I got yo' neck in a noose Keep my money wrinkled, the rap star twinkle killer instinct sixteen bar nickle sell more copies than Kinko Grow like a fetus with no hands and feet to complete us and we return like Jesus, when the whole world need us Verse Four: Method Man/Iron Lung Is it appetite for destruction Slap a murder rap on this production, I touch somethin trust nuttin Iron Lung/Twisted Metal I see em duckin my dart gun, bustin, from every angle Worldwide total carnage, the sickest flow that be code named Agent Orange, killin you slow It's only right you pay homage to those that's bout to blow like that shit up your nose, solid as a rock when I strike target, ver-bal Be screamin on you like a drill sargeant, her-bals got me where I wanna be right now, don't know the time Check the hour on your sundial, watch me shine Drunk off of cheap wine Each line be on point when I speak mine On behalf of my crew, SUUUUUUUUUUU, and to the Wu Thirty-Six more deadly Chambers, to take you through Outro: Roxanne It's Wu motherfuckers, Wu-Tang motherfuckers (6X) *violins play on for a while* It's Wu motherfuckers, Wu-Tang motherfuckers (5X) Yeahhh, Wu-Tannnnnng Wu-Tannnnnnnng [Ol Dirty] Oh yeahhhh, ahhh, aiyy yeahh yeahhhahh aiii [Roxanne] And RZA... |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
God damn man these radio station be buggin
Man it's three o'clock in the mornin, damn This hip-hop shit just keep Damn we got to slow this shit down man, yaknowhatImean? [Tekitha] Fiends were never waiting in the hill They ran one step ahead But the jiggy was always there Upon the project pavement There was death, enslavement of the mind Single mothers are filled with stress As I lay there with my baby We would look, from the window, and cry Then suddenly in the sky Between the new world ages We were blessed, and Wu-Tang fills the ear With the melody of a triumph (Lord is suddenly here!) False MC's are melting In the dark, all the weak LP's are going dowwwwwwwwwwwwwn God released the tape out, early May And, I don't think the world can take it Cause it took so long to make it And the hip-hop game'll never be the sammmmmmme Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang Upon the project pavement There was death, enslavement of the mind Single mothers are filled with stress Between the new world ages We were blessed, and Wu-Tang fills the air With the knowledge that God posess As I lay there with my baby We would look, from the window, and cry Then the Wu-Tang sign appears, in the sky Billboards started melting In the dark, all the weak MC's are going dowwwwwwwwwwwn God released the tape of, Earthly pain And, I don't think the world can take it Cause it took so long to make it And the hip-hop game'll never be the sammmmme And I don't think the world can take it Cause it took so long to make it And the hip-hop game'll never be the sammmmmmmmmmme Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang Wu-Tang |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
Severe Punishment
Yo, yeah, yo, yo Yo, yeah Check these high hats sting things moving through the rubbish Party robust, rec room style for you brothers Time's ticking, eruptments conduct Entering one funk before the drum dry up Dial, style, jab vocab slow Alphabet run, construction voice might blow Tap dance swelling Hemingway novel model For a breather, dirty reefer hide your bottle Cut down, come with something that's round and profound Blood brothers people of colors we get down Watch this fly, force feed things being said Nine Diagram acid black evil red left his mic half a dangle, seriouser man My mic clapper def wish, everlasting plan heavenly God body, know me as the cleaner Night champion, old villain style seem a kiss of spider, to God saga why bother Godfather talk drama, fly swatters Number two, Chao San Poi This Wu shit be hard to kill and full blown Rhymes filtered through the net before words hit the chrome Pro tools editing tracks that's rough Cause a jam without a live MC isn't enough So we attack this, and grab all within reach Throw a scrap back to niggaz - perfect your own speech Shit is copper, it ain't worth the mic stands used by backup singers in Atlantic City bands Niggaz look on, and get hooked on this mic line Real thin and shift through the pipeline LP's delivered with style and potential Niggaz flowin smoothly in a sequential order, revealin hidden tape recorders Stashed inside pockets of those who lack aura Twist the DAC up, them niggaz with math is back up Watch he act up, fifty-two block track we slap up Playground maneuver, jet to Vancouver like this Two Kahluas one chick she's German Luger Get the shit on, light a fresh pack, bust it open with the seal on Dunn, deal on this, with the real on Next, Rocky, ring, call it to Decatur Slang soufleer home decorater, player Mic immigrants, nine of us formed resemblance Somethin flashy, God dead-armed is nasty Peep the ornaments enough to make Shorty-Wop stare at me yo He killed the God might as well throw a chair at me Yo MC's wonder what's hip-hop thunder Tell you the truth it's just one nation under a groove Gettin down for the funk of it Like Fred Sanford in the biz... Yo one held his paraphenalia, a Wu memorabilia Mailed by the fortune teller, tried to tell ya bout the group recruit we scoop up CREAM like Breyer's Then spread across the globe like telephone wires Thirty-six assorted, Shaolin imported chambers been recorded, you're fuckin with the loops Time for royalty audit Fabulous establishment metabolism, Blackfoot Indian Cherokee started out smaller than amphibian Then grew to a physical body with five meridians As the pendulum swings closer to the millenium two thousand, wickedness is spread amongst my citizen I got a muscle the industrial to make a hustle and politic with Leo and Russell When niggaz is still rushin we'll brush you He's a womanizer, but he's an expert at throwing knives Thoughts are contained in the trenches of the brain ignite, blowin the mic to Arabian heights As I recite this medley, niggaz couldn't fuck with the deadly ground I hold down Classical gangland style, shots hit the ceiling Panic and confusion echoes through the building Continuing to build, I strive for perfection Driven by the will to live, glocks I hold Shots I give, while searchers of rescue teams look for means of survival and who's liable for this harrowing experience You scream for the extreme, fiend for the cap and proceeds of the Wu-Tang Academy To fuck up your anatomy with assault and battery *Number two, Chao San Poi Number two, Chao San Poi He's a womanizer, but he's an expert at throwing knives |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
[RZA]
Yo... this song is... Aiyyo Dunn this song is called Sunshower Cause we approachin the final hour You know I ahh all I can say to my brothers and sisters right now Is stay close to your families, and all your loved ones Cause this globe is about to explode with hatred They killin for pennies, knahmsayin? Peace to the Gods, we got a heavy job... yo, yo Trouble follows behind a wicked mind, 20/20 vision of the prism of light but still blind because you lack the inner, every sinner will end up in the everlastin winter of hellfire Throw on this mix just picks your third eye out you cry out your words fly out, and sounds die out You remain unheard, sufferin eternally, internal external Along with your wicked fraternal from generals to colonels Releasin thermonuclear heat that burns you firmly And permanently upon this journey Through the journal of the book of life Those who took a life without justice will become just ice ice ice It's been taught that your worst enemy can harm you as much as your own wicked thoughts What devils fought we wrought, and let's annoint Now you're bein persecuted by that universal court court court Iron hell with the strong blend of rape and blend of sandal with rose petals and jasmine, as men use talismans Burn some incense, chantin witchcraft to reach high dimensions I'm convinced, Allah is God always has been always will be You could travel every square inch of the planet Earth and still be ninety-three million miles away from the sun Til you realize you and the sun is one, like the knowledge Know the ledge to where your heart is or fall off into the internal hell that's uncharted Light travels at the rate of 186,000 miles per second through time and space, until it reach a target And once we're freed of darkness, and show em where the path Yo as the Red Sea was parted, into these straight at the narrow gate, but why that's a road to destruction and hate What you thought life was a sport? A game? One hundred years short, know the soul is immortal Walk through many portals, and those who go astray will pay a judgment day, and these few years of wicked bullshit ain't worth the eternity inside a sulfur lake With dragons and snakes, and any pain you can imaginate Instead, I chose to become a newlywed to the true bread of life and fed God Degree of light to my head It's been said, the fool who sleep is already dead, so I stay awake And take care of my brother, and uncover reveal the skin so we can see each other, cause every color that makes the light appear duller, who's the colored man? Who's the original, who's the biochemical Who's the grafted digital, digital, digital, digital Digital.. yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Two hundred thousand million atmosphere cubic feet of air we breath While niggaz minds are trapped twenty thousand fathoms beneath the sea of reality, they can't inhale deep, devils have em Stagnant, a trapping, the .45 magnum And shatter bone fragments Cops love the block you gettin backed up by Dragnet Thrown into a six by eight steel cabinet Flippin weights readin ancient tablets, back on the block nobody's havin it Those who haven't learnt get returned You freaky ass niggaz get burned Some walk around like they ain't concerned with the hell goin on inside the world Why do grown men molest little girls? Is it because the girl's breast has swelled to the size of a woman, although she's twelve The whole world is sick, sick, sick Trapped up in six, six, six I started off as a pawn in this marathon of life Tryin to carry on, wishin I had a bomb to blow up Babylon A vagabond, tryin to steal his corpse we're from paragon goin in circles, like a ferris wheel Undernourished meals I cherish hope, drown inside the sea of life Use my third eye for a periscope, and take flight to the edge of night To far heights so dark that even wit a bright light you couldn't see a spark of light While others play ball, I recall, me and GZA, Dirty hangin in halls, bangin on walls Kickin rhymes three hours straight with no pause Boostin from Freeport sunrise to Amityville morgue Kept razorblade between the jaws, breakin all laws Started out writin fables to makin beats on lunchroom tables to wearin long cables that hung down to the navel So pack some crack and fat sacks of skunk to funnel the P-Funk, smokin woolie blunts Dust cocktails and primos, shot more dice than casinos Back when Wu-Gambinos were called F.O.I. MC's All and together now crew B.C.C. REC Posse, G.P., D.M.D. Ol Dirty stalked East New York GZA maintained Franklin Lane I was going to Thomas the Jeff, where students got slain Old Earth got nervous walked me to Shaolin sent me to Curtis Took share time in Marquis, U-God general contractin service While Meth Chef and Deck was off the Nu-dol For white boys who took steroids Buildin up bicep tricep pectoids and deltoids Back when our girlfriends was virgins Cuttin class with Ghost tryin to bag hoes in Mary Birchem A Maybeldine beacon night school Washington Irving These young Gods was seekin Hoes in Westinghouse and Clara Parton and Medina Girls who sung like Sarafina On the corner of Belmont and Picket Avenue I seen her As if I dreamed her I was dead broke, now I will use key notes to make G-notes So it's always hope See subway train run through the city like blood through the veins To the heart of Medina, but Shaolin is the brain So take heed to these words And feel the power of the Sunshower Approachin the final hour Power equality, Allah sees everything Let's come together under the wings And take flight, Wu-Tang, the saga, Ryzarecta In your sector |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
[unknown conversation which carries over from the last track]
That's black? Whattup God? Aiyyo Shorty got beef with that nigga? Word? *blam, blam blam* Oh shit!!! Yo! Hold the fuck up Aiyyo yo, eight niggaz down (just enough) Fuckin around with my sound (ci-ty) Yo, bring backup (ci-ty) Fuckin with me, and mine Murderous [Inspectah Deck] Check it, yo The world is shifty, we livin just enough for the city The rough witty killa bee sting just like the jiggy My Family Stone, foes attempt to gradually clone Label them my anus and the casualty's home It glows coffin, Wu stormin like the light brigade ride the wave like Frankie Avalon As I decipher AIDS crime pays The law's long arm be tryin to strongarm, walkin timebombs before I bomb firearm The chalm smoker, I hit the dread with a poster He toke with his own love and expose the black toaster Composer was shook I took your bad looks for joke get your back broke Deep throat this murder I wrote The antidote be seekin like a buried treasure By every measure lethally inject your whole sector Wanted dead or alive Rebel I escapes across the desert sand leavin no footprints to trace Keep a war face, in your place Conceal the baby knives on the North breaks I still shine in shady times Yeah, yo We livin just enough (livin just enough) Just enough (in the ci-ty) Just enough, for the ci-ty Yo, in the jungle I make moves like Iron Monkey Plots to bump me off D.O.T. be on the hunt for me We stay hungry, for money drugs and guns Ones who fake get caught in the crossfire for crumbs Know the science be my Goddess The facts tell gats sell like sex and violence And break the project silence, a vision This is way beyond four corners, escape this mental prison Before we're all goners, now embrace the world for the world war is ocean bomber Visionary soldier comma My code of honor, mind still start from the drama Trauma sent the victim, witness them run, scream in horror Military chopper come gun down the slum The outcome do or die Son it's bound to come Mentally aware I see truth within the square The future's here catch me on computer software Warfare's inevitable, Rebel I hold several government official It's a thirty-eight special, that steps through Like Nat Turner create a spectacle I may die in the scuffle but I'm takin forty devils We livin just enough Just enough Just enough For the ci-ty Killa beez, sting McEEEZ, yeah, Wu |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
[Raekwon]
Yeah, yeah I see everything I see everything YouknowhatI'msayin? It's like when we come through You better have your fuckin third eye open You know, cause thats what time it is YouknowhatI'msayin? Cause it's like, when you walk You striving for perfection That's what we doing Understand? So all that little fake shit out there We know the science on that We done seen that shit from, from From difference of angles YouknowhatImean? It's like, yo kid, for real Wu-Tang, we set off a lot of shit in this shit kid YouknowhatImean? But you know, you know us We play it calm, humble YouknowhatImean? But I just be checking out niggaz darts and I be like Damn, them niggaz, them niggaz is Really, really, really, really, really They gonna stay shit! Uh ha, uh ha ha YouknowhatImean? But it's all good cause I'm the soul controller YouknowhatImean? Rather I say we the soul controllers The bottom line, like I said Deal with freedom, justice, equality You know? Keep shining, add on Food, clothing, and shelter All my niggaz, go pick up uniforms Go, when you buy this album Go pick up uniforms, for real YouknowhatImean? Cause don't think we doing this just for anybody We doing this shit for certain niggaz kid Certain people rather, certain Certain fans, certain supporters Certain delegators, word What the fuck man, I'm tired of seeing these Fake ass niggaz fucking, running with the fucking globe Ain't even, ain't even really seeing it the Way it, it should really be seen YouknowhatImean? It's like, if you going to spread mathematics Spread it right YouknowhatImean? |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
[both] Yo, up in the M.G.M. coked up
[Ghost] Sike! Six niggaz walked in flashing they gems peace [Rae] Aight! One dark skinned nigga fifty-six inch rope wrapped around twice [Ghost] Smash the Gilligan boat with ice [Rae] They threw sign language [Ghost] Ordered hot coffee [both] wit a danish [Ghost] Relax -- whispered, "They rap entertainers" [Rae] Had Lizzy on, two Japanese birds with furs look good kid [Ghost] Laid back handlin hors d'ourves [Rae] It's like round three [Ghost] We too black for BET You memorize the 1 to 40 [Rae] I'm at the 19th degree If a civilized person doesn't perform, his duty What shall be done? [Ghost] Pardon me God, that nigga gotta gun Bulgin out his sweatpants, check out his stance See the side of his grill? [Rae] Look like my cousin Lance Left hand rock a Guess watch [Ghost] Yo I think I did his Clarks he wore the crush bone leather with the strings dark [Rae] Now I remember [Ghost] He from Bear Mountain He and Mitch Greene shot the fair one [Rae] Near the water fountain [Ghost] Seventh round, Chavez bleedin from his right ear Yo keep ya eye on that same nigga from right here [Rae] Popcorn spilling all on Liz Claiborne Ghost had the fly Gucci mocks wit no socks on Seen Deion Sanders in the back with the fat fur on [Ghost] Workin dem hoes with the fly Wu shirts on Mixed drink session Dunn [Rae] Pour me some more [Ghost] Chef leathered down blinking at Chante Moore [Rae] Tenth round Chavez tearin em down [Ghost] Sweet Pea get ya shit off [Rae] It's like blacks against the Germans [Ghost] Gettin hit off [Rae] Smooth and them walked in [Ghost] Brownsville representin [Rae] They sent a bottle over, autograph blessin [Ghost] Chef pull out the doodle twist the dank pink noodles [Rae] Yo I'm bout to roll one [Ghost] Matter fact twist two of those [Rae] Yo they wound up stoppin the fight Steels took a point away from Chavez [Ghost] Rematch scheduled on October Ninth Rematch scheduled on October Ninth |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
[Raekwon chattin with Shy]
Peace God Peace to the Gods How you God? Studyin one-twenty right now Mmmm Call me back at the God Hour [Raekwon the Chef] The Fuck? It's just the new way of thinkin Light up the broccoli kid Throw the relish in my back pocket Keep your eyes open Push your seat back, just flow... That's how we doin it Bound by honest sword take over the set; rap from here to Que-bec Throw up the tech, crash your intellect select a vet Swimsuit mammal handle, yo every fly vandal go to project Slam you like Hamill's wife 'fore the scandal Wally sandal just a sample, my niggaz fertilize thoughts Yo mad support drink a quart then bamboo When nasty can blew, my pen sterile won't perform if I'm not lampable Askin my man'll get you slapped down; play the anthem Lit it who wit it champagne get it, that's the ticket Solid nines soundin like crickets snatchin worker shipment Pull the air, long dick it, we talk right before we left lifted Just like a long sleeve, guess who rip it? [God] Projects [Rae] My niggaz survive, just like a movin target [God] Projects [Rae] Where niggaz live and some sell garbage that's [God] Projects [Rae] Try to escape the flyin shells dodgin [God] New York projects [Rae] I'm livin large yo, stop miragin [Method Man] Sign of the times, conspiracy to overthrow the mind Behind every fortune there's a crime This technique is tech-9 Blast at any Close Encounter of the Third Kind This be the evil that man do, we dismantle, any adversary Them niggaz all thumbs and can't handle, my flurry Hear me, you jam all you want to scare me Don't even kid me, shit in my coke aimin at cha kidney Pressure, Red Hot like Chili Pepper Black 'n Decker, hardware avoid the leper Five o'clock shadowboxer, hold down the sector Bet ya bottom dollar lecture, be hard to swallow Double oh-seven mark The secret agent that Max/well and Get Smart, through entertainment Welcome to The Killin Fields, with Johnny Dangerous Headbanger boogie niggaz goin thru changes [God] Projects [Rae] My niggaz survive, just like a movin target [God] Projects [Rae] Where niggaz live and some sell garbage that's [God] Projects [Rae] Try to escape the flyin shells dodgin [God] Projects [Rae] I'm livin large yo, stop miragin [Ghostface Killah] Suck my dick it's the kid with the fat knob I bust all into ya face, plus it come in globs Quick get on your knees, with yo' sweet pussy let it breathe Two fingers is all in your hole, think I can fit three Your pink lips, spread it in shit, let me throw my dick in Grab my shit and place it gently, on your clit Ping-pong pussy, wide world of wombs titty saggin Stomach on some scriveled up prune shit Too much air in your pussy you screamin that it's TALKIN TO YOU DADDY, fart's breathin out your lips splashin my dick badly Use vinegar, to try to tighten up your ginger All-mighty dick, ran in with a cape, some call him engine Lightning rod bob, black candy cane attatched to God Thick, like a great adventure cigar, in your garage Pregnant pussy have you fall out, like Remi on the house Watch the teeth for slobbin my shit You bit it on the couch, dry pussy leave the friction burns Plus beef I hone, the condom broke Bitch you got AIDS I'm shakin in my bones |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
What y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me?
I'm the Osirus of this shit Wu-Tang is here forever - motherfuckers It's like this ninety-seven Aight my niggaz and my niggarettes Let's do it like this I'ma rub your ass in the moonshine Let's take it back to seventy-nine (Inspectah Deck) I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies and hypotheses can't define how I be droppin these mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics I inspect view through the future see millenium Killa Beez sold fifty gold sixty platinum Shckling the masses with drastic rap tactics Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths Black Wu jackets Queen Beez ease the guns in Rumblein patrolmen tear gas laced the function Heads by the score take flight incite a war Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi Stomp grounds I pound footprints in solid rock Wu got it locked, Performin live on you hottest block (Method Man) As the world turn, I spread like germs Bless the globe with the pestilence, the hard-headed never learn It's my testament to those burned Play my position in the game of life standing firm on foreign land, jump the gun out the frying pan, into the fire Transform into the Ghostrider, or Six Pack In a Streetcar named Desire, who got my back? In the line of fire holding back, what? My people if you with me where the fuck you at? Niggaz is strapped, and they trying to twist my beer cap It's court adjourned, for the bad seed from bad sperm Herb got my wig fried like a bad perm, what the blood clot, we smoke pot, and blow spots You wanna think twice, I think not The Iron Lung ain't got ta tell you where it's comng from Guns of Navarone, tearing up your battle zone Rip through your slums (Cappadonna) I twist darts from the heart, tried and true Loot my voice on the LP, my team is on to slang rocks Certified chatterbox, vocabulary 'Donna talking Tell your story walking Take cover kid, what? Run for your brother, kid Run for your team, and your six camp rhyme groupies So I can squeeze with the advantage, and get wasted My deadly notes reigns supreme Your fort is basic compared to mine Domino effect, arts and crafts Paragraphs contail cyanide Take a free ride on my thought, I got the fashion catalogues for all y'all to all praise to the Gods (Ol Dirty Bastard) The saga continues Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang (U-God) Olympic torch flaming, we burn so sweet The thrill of victory, the agony, defeat We crush slow, flaming deluxe slow For, judgement day cometh, conquer, it's war Allow us to escape, hell glow spinning bomb Pocket full of shells out the sky, Golden Arms Tune spit the shit immortal combat sound The fake false step make, the blood stain the ground A jungle junkie, vigilante tantrum A death kiss, cap off squeeze another anthem Hold it for ransom, tranquilized with anesthetics My orchestra, graceful, music ballerinas My music Sicily, rich California smell An axekiller adventure, paint a picture well I sing a song from Sing-Sing, sippin on ginseng Righteous wax chaperone, rotating ring king (RZA) Watch for the wooden soldiers, C-cypher punks couldn't hold us A thousand men rushing in, not one nigga was sober Perpendicular to the square, we stand bold like flare Escape from your dragon's lair, in particular My beats travel like a vortex, through your spine to the top of your cerebral cortex Make you feel like you bust a nut from raw sex Enter through your right ventricle clog up your bloodstream or terminal, like Grand Central Station Program fat baselines, on Novation Getting drunk like a fuck I'm duckin five-year probation (GZA) War of the masses, the outcome, disaterous Many of the victim family save they ashes A million names on walls engraved in plaques Those who went back, received penalties for their acts Another heart is torn, as close ones gone Those who stray, niggaz get slayed on the song (Masta Killa) The track renders helpless and suffers from multiple stab wounds and leaks sounds that's heard ninety-three million miles away from came one to represent the nation, this is a gathering of the masses that come to pay respects to the Wu-Tang Clan As we engage in battle, the crowd now screams in rage The High Chief Jamel-Ah-Rief take the stage Light is provided through sparks of energy from the mind that travels in rhyme form Giving sight to the blind The dumb are mostly intrigued by the drum Death only one can save shell from This relentless attack of the track spares none (Ghostface Killah) Yo! Yo! Yo, fuck that, look at all these crab niggaz laid back Lampin like them gray and black Puma's on my man's rack Codeine was forced in your drink You had a navy green salamander fiend, bitches never heard you scream You two-faces, scum of the slum, I got your whole body numb Blowing like Shalamar in eighty-one Sound convincing, thousand dollar court by convention Hands like Sonny Liston, get fly permission hold tha fuck up, Allah fasten your wig, bad luck I humiliate, separate the English from the Dutch it's me, Black Noble Drew Ali came in threes we like the Genovese Is that so? Caesar needs the greens It's Earth, ninety-three million miles from the first Rough turbulence, the waveburst, split the megahertz (Raekwon) Aiyyo dat's amazing, gun in your mouth talk, verbal foul off Connect thoughts to make my man Shai walk Swift notarizer, Wu-Tang, all up in the high-riser New York gank adviser world tranquilizer Just the dosage, delegate my Clan with explosives While, my pen blow lines ferocious Mediterranean, see ya, the number one traffic sit down the beat God, then delegate the God to see God The swift chancellor, flex, the white-gold tarantula Track truck diesel, play the weed God, substatiala Max mostly, undivided then slide it, it's sickening Guaranteed, made em jump like Rod Strickland. |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
[Method Man]
Apocalypse Now Mind over matter next batter be Tical Put it on a platter how much uncut raw shit we dealin wit, murder track what Slang killin it, touched You feelin it, in your bloodstream deadly venemous elixir Hammer like Sledge that be Sister All and together now, follow me, the Mista Meth Candyman, farewell to the flesh Death come, in the scripture, two-thousand one Bring the rap arma-gedde-on, let it be known When you walk up in this Dead Zone wit all that wack shit, now you know you dead wrong, one thousand lashes [Raekwon the Chef] Detonate that, pussy Massengil rap cleanse that The kids rank, snatch collars off, while ridin off Float boat big boys, Oakland A's stashed away blades Ventilation let the sharks, ani-maze Somethin sheist like, seven butcher knives, rollin Rover style twice, finger itchy like lice hair fell out somethin to conquer, stomp ya like that cat Blanca Toy Tonka truck ten carat on ya monsta Ring Rocky like fuck switch sides like water rides The DAT bubble life preserve the other guys Now FUCK Y'ALL act wilda The style wilda than a praying mantis Chillin like *long inhale* [Masta Killa] As my brothers and I reign rebellious, changin the courses of time, devils no longer exist as God Cypher Divine, all minds one no question Now check it... Perhaps we can go through Lessons Or might SHOT me a pussy protestin Comin with that lip professin, you must take Allah for fool, where's his Jewel Was he usin Mathematics as a tool? Tell me, the struggle is God and I came to build Shit is so real, inside you distilled Back in the form of mist You wishin you did the Knowledge before speakin Seekin, where you went wrong And why would I bring you such physical harm? [Inspectah Deck] Yo, mind arson, my squadren, surround the Sound-Garden Guns for hire plus you under fire and a target Sniper in the cypher, I, Pied Piper Move the housing by the thousand, I watched out the Chrysler Bombs strike ya like the mighty Thor, blast the door Recite a page like a tidal wave, past the shore Two pulls, I'm wild like mechanical bulls Pack a full house, it's girls night out, pull a hairful Heavenly laced, stimulation make you feel slow paced I motivate and await my sober state [Ghostface Killah] Magnificent, heavenly the God stay bent Five Percent Range whippin soul controller of the lynch Mackin phone rings, Stephen King trauma down at Danzine My mood swings, suplexed off the rope, magazine Coconut jewels, wore no color shoe, knife annual Moses lost his sandal, hidin the manual Blow the vandal buggin off of Bon Jovi hits Grammer lo-ve, famous murder weapon was a trophy Seize posin in Oshkosh, guzzle cries Sabotage massage rap bandit at large Wolverine Carnation Milk, Wu denim jeans Thurston Howell the Third kid's back on the scene Call it chopped meat, cause every word is choppy My logic crunch all crows to death, Kobiyashi couldn't stop me Gettin caught up in my world, Haagen-Daaz world Backflip and then twirl, cave your whole world in *gun blast* |
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from Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (1997)
These things just took over me
Just took over my whole body So I can't even see no more I'm calling my black woman a bitch I'm calling my peoples all kinds of thing that they not I'm lost brother, can you help me Can you help me brother, please You see what we did, we lost the love I'm talking 'bout the love The love of your own But brother, but brother, but brother, check this out I still don't understand man, I'm all high off this shit man Well, what I'm trying to say my brother Why, why do we kill each other Look at our children, what kind of a future This is the training thats gonna be given to you By the Wu, brothers and sisters The revolution, the revolution It's time to rise, and take our place Will be televised, televised So we can inherit the universe The planet earth belongs to God This is ninety, ninety, ninety-seven Every square inch of it That he chose for himself Is the best part Yeah, the revolution should be, televised) By every strong woman To the highest power You'll find a strong man And by every strong man You'll find a strong woman Wont you agree The universe is not completed Without the sun, moon, and stars Wont you be for real Thats man, woman, and child To the highest power To all you fake ass niggas who Think you gonna survive out here Without your black woman, you're wrong They have attraction powers on the planet I wanna be free We are original man, the Asiatic black man The maker, the arthur, the cream of the planet earth Wanna be free, yeah Father of civilization and daughter of the universe Want to be free, oh yeah The population was seventeen men With the two man indians Making a total of nineteen men for all Being, for all men, all over the planet earth Magneta, magneta, magneta, Wu revolution king yeah Arise you gods, cause the time for the revolutional war Thats the mental war Malcolm X, Malcolm X, Malcolm X Thats the battle between god and devil Gonna be free Take the devil off your plane Take him off your mental mentality Take him off your brain Make a change, from my mind Leave all the ciggarettes and guns The alcohol and everything Thats the mental devil that exists within your body Take this pain Thats destroying and decaying your mind Take these chains, off my mind The mind controls the body Everything within must come out Want to be free Don't look towards the sky Cause there's no heaven above Don't look down beneath your feet There's no hell below Want to be free But heaven and hell exist within Heaven is what you make it and Hell is what you're going through There is only one, god There is a whole new one, faith There is a holy one World, revolution yeah At one time it was told to me Yeah That man came from monkeys, ha ha ha That we was swinging from trees I hardly can believe that unless I'm dumb deaf and blind Save the children You ever heard about the ape man Gonna be free And the ape woman Hey, want to be free You have a mankind That has a beginning to him And its ending is about to come Oooh, yeah If you take one step I will take one with you Through the stormy vein Swim the deepest sea, with you my brother I know, you got to be strong Gotta hold on Now the story is about to close It was a hundred percent of us Save the children That came on the slave ships Eighty five percent of our future They're our future Was uncivilized Poison animal eaters They're slaves of the mental powers Save the children They don't know who the true living god is And all the orchards in the world Save the children So they worship what they know not And let evil lead them in the wrong direction Far fewer men than right Now you got the ten percent Who are rich slave niggas of the poor Who teach the poor lies To make the people believe That the old mighty true living god Is a spook in the sky Save the children And you can't see him with the physical eyes They're also known as blood suckers of the poor Save the children And then you got the five percent Who are the poor rightous people who do not believe The teachers of the ten percent Save the children Who is all wise and know that the true And living god, and teach that the true And living god is supreme being black Man from within Otherwise known as civilized people Also Muslims, and Muslims sons Peace we out [Cut to Kung-Fu clip] I have given it much thought It seems, disaster must come At best, only postponed Shaolin Kung-Fu to survive Must now be taught to more young men We must expand, get more pupils So that the knowledge will spreads |
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from Rush Hour (러시 아워) by Ira Hearshen [ost] (1998)
Yeah, now we're gonna give a shout out, knowumsayin'?
Def Jam, knowumsayin'? Niggas like Method Man, Redman Say all the artists here, knowumsayin'? Bacon Lot, knowumsayin'? I don't need no introductions, Cat Whuuuuut I'm sittin' in my west, I'm analyzin' thoughts I'm sippin' off a quart that I just had bought I'm thinkin' of the moment, things soar in that head I feel assurin' durin', also glad Yes, feel assured by knowin' I won Cuz there's no one who can fuck wit A-Sun I'm not bein' pushy but I'm born to boss You need A-Sun, oh yes, well of course Don't see the riot, everyone keeps quiet If you don't believe nigga, get hyper and try it Yes it is me, a total fresh MC Yo, I'm born to be, MC history Rhyming on time because that's the deal You're only as fresh as your ass feel Other MC's, you are bound to fall Cuz your real world is not a world at all 1 - |
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from Outkast - Aquemini (1998)
[Chorus: x2]
Old school players to new school fools 'Kast keep it jumpin' like kangaroos But skew it on the bar-be We ain't trying to lose Say 'I be got dammit they done changed the rules The common denominator, the nigga numerator Never know who the hater, niggaz cater to your ego I'm sorry like Atari whose the cousin to Coleco, Vision Caught a Rico, back on the street like Chico, DeBarge He large and got a 'Llac in the garage Few parts here and there, I declare hard, my lawd One at Clark, one at Spellman Both know each other and it's cool, you can tell when He step off in the party women jump for joy But all the wild niggas schemin' they gon' jump the boy For spittin' all that bourgeois, my watch, my car I'm a star, I'd rather be a comet by far [Chorus: x2] Deliver this through your audio, ghetto mafioso Grow hydro, then bag it up yo Price that longevity, suggest make moves Slow take time grow eight, react nine blow Hydro slide raw like fuck Renaldo Fly ride though, shit lookin' wild dope Then glide yo, flippin' the page, I go Watch five-oh, jump on my meat, ride slow Watch those, undercovers, cop those, rock those, glocks blows Leave em baggy and collect spot grows Keep a watch froze, lean on the yacht and wash clothes Let the chop' blow, bag a half a block plot grows, what? [Chorus: x2] Boi, I bust raps like D-boys bust gats, shit We the type of people that don't bury the axe Or the hatchet, every time we see your link we snatch it Ridin' round our hood talking that dumb shit, your cabbage Is cracked, like plumber's ass, and summer's grass I been in the game for a minute, seen some suckers like y'all passin' Thinkin' you're light skinned, alright then, lil' boy why you frightened? The Dungeon Family gon' be here nigga so keep writing I gotta hit The Source, I need my other half a mic Because that "Southerplayalisticadillacmuzik" was a classic, right! College Park, East Pointe and Decatur they got my back, so We gon' keep on jammin' and stabbin' off in the track, Think it's time to bungee but buddy we will be back And I'm fin' to put some D's on the 'Llac, know dat! [Chorus: x2] |
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from Raekwon - Only Built 4 Cuban Linx... (1999)
Intro: Raekwon [Ghostface Killah] {Skinny Lookin Big Headed Nigga}
Right here, low side, hold up, let me go talk to this cat Yo kid, what up Starks what up? Yo [sup baby?] I just seen this kid over there right over there by your buildin and shit I know he down with your team [who?] I don't know, some skinny lookin, big headed nigga [ain't makin no fuckin sales though...] Yo son, i just seen 5 fiends around 'a nigga, son! [fuck it, we gotta go] Fuck it, let's go over there I'm a show you this nigga Hold up hold up {Deep niggas, think niggas don't know what the fuck--} Here he go right there {hold up} [that cat?] word up [aiyo kid, what the fuck is you doin man?] {what the fuck you talkin to?] i'm talkin to you [I'm talkin to you] {Ain't talkin to me?} [open your hand, what the fuck is that in your hand? man] What *smack* come here, come here [my shit, my shit] [grab that nigga] *5 shots* [Oh shit, I'm here son] Damn son! Bleedin son [grab this, take this, im goin up in the god's house Before the cops come] I'mma throw this shit away [go head, fuck that, 17] [Niggas try to assasinate...] It's the remix Son Can it be, act like you know Check it [Ghostface Killah] Yo, check what happened out of state I'm knocking off a half-a-cake Cash Rule, flying at a fast rate I smoke the black dust kept my hands clutched, I'm fallin in lust Spore plush I played my hand like a royal flush Baggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty woman I put it in him, shot up in him, deadly venom I hung around the big time bosses Illegal force exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources Spades tried to bag me, like Cagney, and Lacey Chef had that bitch Stacey slippin in Macy's I dose off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped and got licked like Papsy in a mob flick I got hit Stumblin holdin my neck to the God's rest Opened flesh burgundy blood colored my Guess Emergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery Can it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me? I should've stayed in Job Corp, but now I'm a outlaw Ray Cartegna, carry a fo'-fo' nigga [Chorus: both] {Can it be that it was all so simple then?} Dedicated to the Gods and Earths Dedicated to babies who came feet first Dedicated to Up North and down state Dedicated to rich niggaz who sell weights Dedicated to projects with black kids Dedicated to man who build pyramids [Raekwon] It started off on the Island, AK Shaolin niggaz wildin Old folks scream : stop the violence! True layin up yo, watchin these crack niggaz Playin nuff crap games for what see? Back in days, crime pays in mad ways Sportin Tommy Hil with caves 360 waves And no searchin for loose ends, now flex 300 Benz Mad 10's with mad diamonds Now that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggaz act trife I paid the price throughout my hood life Remember I got blasted, now that's in the past kid God forbid I lay in the casket But now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed, mixed with coke I wash my mouth out with soap And I got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and better and fat leather, so whatever, bring it on *Can it be that it was all so simple then* repeated Outro: Raekwon [Ghostface Killah] Murderous material stacked up Peace to Mazes [for real] Meditatin on life Go, word up y'all Crazy fly, dedication, to my people's word up Peace to all my brothers that I ain't gon' see no more Peace to brothers on the Island, Up North [straight up, love this boy, on like that] Word up, peace to man, woman and child Word up [cover baby] Projects people one love Keep ya head clear, we outta here Movin silence, bad boys Creatin the murderous stacks for ya head peace [bald heads, for real though] Glows Style Yo, fly chick It's the remix yo For real The real side The RZA! Check it Razor Blade sharp Peace to the Clan No other producer can compare boy Word up, bring it, the battle, the beats all types of shit For real ya |
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from Raekwon - Only Built 4 Cuban Linx... (1999)
[movie sample from 'Scarface']
'I told you a long time ago you fuckin little monkey not to FUCK ME.' 'Hey hey, who the FUCK you think you goin for huh??!' 'Who the fuck you think I am your fuckin dough-boy?' 'You wanna go to war?.... Wanna go to war, OK?' Intro: Raekwon Comin up on half a mil, we build Get real God, taking you on another one Son Uhh, Julio Igleasias Makin CREAM like that nigga [Ghostface Killah] Yo, first of all son, peep the arson Many brothers I be sparkin and bustin mad light inside the dark Call me dough snatcher, just the brother for the rapture I handglide, holdin on strong, hard to capture Extravagant, RZA bake the track and it's militant Then I react, like a convict, and start killin shit It's manifested, the Gods work like appliances Dealin in my cypher I revolve around sciences The ninth chamber, nigga trapped inside my hallway You try to flee but you got smoked up by the doorway (blaow! blaow! blaow!) No question, I send your ass back, right to the essence Your whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you restin While I'll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops Throwin niggaz off airplanes cause CASH RULES Everything around me black as you can see Swallow this murder one verse like God degree Then analyze my soundtrack for satisfaction You adapt like a flashback chain reaction [Raekwon] Mace them niggas son... AK's black bust back like seventy Macs I'm all that, street niggaz knowin my steez black Ron G, you know he coincide with me see Marvelous, Menace fo' Society But anyway, let's toast, champagne thoughts with Ghost I max the most shotguns through the nose Phonograph hip-hop put me on top 'Lo wears, and Tommy Hil fly shit with a knot The Witty Unpredictable live shit, drive by shit Do or die shit, I'll take your lie and shit And then you know I'm runnin through the penal foul Four-toothed child was wild The old lady snitched, but fuck it, you know it One love kid, no I'm not doin a bid Too much to get for what cause six niggaz got stuck, and the nigga chain was truck Yo fuck that, Criminology rap Speakers stay jet black floating in the flyest Ac Nigga... bring it! Yeah Much love go to New York City All my Tommy Hil ice rockin niggaz |
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from Raekwon - Only Built 4 Cuban Linx... (1999)
Get out some money! The ice cream man is coming! Chorus: Watch these rap niggaz get all up in your guts French-vanilla, butter-pecan, chocolate-deluxe Even caramel sundaes is gettin touched And scooped in my ice cream truck, who tears it up Verse One: Ghostface Killer (Tony Starks) Yo honey-dips, I'm a time fine jerry drippin See you on Pickens with a bunch of chickens how you're clickin I catch shootin strong notes as we got close She rocked rope, honey throat smellin like Impulse Your whole shell baby's wicked like Nimrod Caught me like a fresh-water scrod And may I not be God Attitude is very rude Boo, crabby like seafood It turns me on like Vassey and Lahrule They call me Starky Love-hun, check the strategy By any means, Shirley Temple cross Was done by Billie Jean's Black Misses America, your name is Erica, right true Lazy apple, small piece, six shoe Caramel complexion, breath smellin like cinnamon Excuse me hon, I don't mean no harm, turn around again God damn, backyard's bangin like a Benz-y If I was jiggy, you'd be spotted like Spudz McKenzie I'm high powered put Adina Howard to sleep Yo pardon, that bitch been on my mind all week, but uh Back to you Maybelline Queen let's make a team You can have anything in this world except CREAM So whatchu wanna do? Whatchu wanna do? Let's go ahead and walk these dogs and represent Wu Chorus Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef (Lou Diamonds) Shaolin's finest, whattup Boo, peace your highness Yo I'm loungin, big dick style Y'all niggaz is the flyest Moves you're making too fly jewels are shaking out of rate patient You're looking good fly colored Asian Ghetto's Them is your hometown, we can go the whole round After that, I'm shootin downtown I'm rockin hats and you wiggaz all intact Who's that queen bee chick, eyes curly black Freaks be movin in fly sneaks Two finger rings and gold teeth and ain't afraid to hold heat So when I step in the square dear You better have CREAM to share, Ricans, then I be geared Chorus Verse Three: Cappachino Black chocolate girl wonder, shade brown like Thunder Politic til your deficit step, gimme your number Your sexy persuasive Thai-Thai's and thighs Catch my eyes like highs I want your bodily surprise Double dime some time, Ice Cream you got me fallin out like a cripple, I love you like I love my dick size ooh baby I miss you, your sweet tender touches take moves off the Duchess, orgasm in my mindstate masterbate in your clutches, I want you for self like wealth, so play me closely Bitches paranoia for the sting, who want the most of me Only a hard dozen want to be callin me cousin Thirsty for my catalog, baby shoppin spree you're lovin Call me if you want to get dug like the pockets I jizm like a giant break brooms out of their sockets Outro: Method Man Wu-Tang in the cut, for real niggaz what? It's the after party and bitches want to fuck Chorus: Ice cold bitches melt down when my clutch and what they titties sucked, ice cream Yeah, your guys Chorus: 3/4ths Ice cold bitches melt down when in the clutch They want they titties sucked, ice cream One love to my chocolate deluxes, keep your nails done and your wigs tight, word up One love to my butter-pecan Ricans for calling me papi That's for real One love to caramel sundaes, with the cherries on top Yeah And big up to my french vanillas Parlei vous, francais, mi amor Merci, oui oui, bon bons and all that good stuff That good stuff |
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from Raekwon - Only Built 4 Cuban Linx... (1999)
[Ghostface Killa]
Tommy Hil' rockin ice niggaz Tommy Hil' ice rockin niggaz who fuck... Mira, afrente Take a one on one to this shit y'all (yeah) Get your nostrils clear (yeah) Come on, sniff your brains out All my Al Capone, Al Pacino niggaz (yeah) Who's down with drug smuggling Cappadonna, Golden Arms [Ghostface Killa] Yo, yo Take out the rap kingpin, the black Jesus I know a few niggaz sniff coke, it cause seizures Peace to half-moon Caesars And all the bitches in the bleachers Hot weather, sex on the beaches Jury shopping out of the country Deluxe luxury, people saying them not change Look, truckle me But what about the Wonder Woman bracelet Two-oh point three diamond cut engraved rubies Kid I laced it My sweet tooth gotta nigga throbbin, ready for robbin But first hit Maria's, for a butter almond The bionic microphone is stacked mechanic Move like a bunch of Mexicans with bandanas Son, it's on so we can just Maxamillion I got the spot sewn, so we can make a billion The God's tropical Ladies call me black fruit punch Rainbow, flavored niggas murder niggas for lunch Peace to the Paris crew in the avenue, and my nigga Jay Love Who carries switch blades on the red roof [Cappadonna] Yo, the first branch, the third leaf, whoever want it got beef I politic, show love, crush those who dare creep Into my realm of sunshine I praise divine Fine line between dawn of dumb, deaf and blind He ain't mine, he shook like the faggots on daytime Crossed over grain while we was bubblin moonshine Sippin on the Moet, laid up, Rae-Gambino Mastermind the plan, Tony Starks, Cappachino Develop while your head be swellin up all for the nation Blinded by the ice while I release the confrontation Donna holy fat bads of weed, ravioli Pasta, Bodyguard the killa bee songs like Kevin Costner Infrared all inside your bumba rasta Cappadonna pimped the derby like the mobster [Ghostface Killa] Yeah, yeah Eight spaghetti lame brain ass niggaz Quarters, nickels, and dimes bitch Except for overtime nigga Any ass money should be fine Cause I'm coming strong, reaking niggas backs Keepin shit real If you haven't noticed this crazy ass rusty, ass nigga Let me tell you this four times Tony Starks, Raekwon the chef Cappachino and Golden Arms Is comin through mad strong From the isles of Shaolin For all them faggot ass Rusty ticket-head bitches too Shump shump baby [Raekwon] Yo back in the days, baggin crack, scrapin plates Flippin cakes to them heavy head niggaz hatin Jakes It be us, all the war's soldiers, hangin in halls gettin over City niggaz who for blood money rockin Rovers Stay dipped, don't have no money in your pocket In the streets while these people mark money in their Jeep Crack bums watch your back for jumps Caught before a fake twenty dollar bill Get em son, we ain't the one Politickin, purse vickin, sick of these Dominicans Eatin good, had to shoot my way up out of Bennigans That's life, to top it all off, beef for white Pullin bleach out tryin to throw it in my eyesight Yo what the fuck was on yo mind? |
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from Raekwon - Only Built 4 Cuban Linx... (1999)
He looks determined without being ruthless
Something heroic in this man There's a courage about him, doesn't look like a killer Comes across so calm Acts like he has a dream full of passion You don't trust me, huh? Well, you know why I do, we're not supposed to trust anyone in our profession anyway Knock niggaz out the box all the time Bitches on my mother fuckin' records pah Big ones, yeah, big fuckers Straight up, fuck your whole team Yeah bust it, yo, yo, fly G.I. niggaz Now yo yo, whattup yo, time is runnin' out It's for real though, let's connect politic, ditto! We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases Word up, peace incarcerated scarfaces Thug related style attract millions Fans, they understand my plan Who's the kid up in the green Land? Me and the RZA connect, blow a fuse, you lose Half-ass crews get demolished and bruised Fake be frontin', hourglass heads niggaz be wantin' Shuttin' down your slot, time for pumpin' Poisonous sting which thumps up and act chumps Raise a heavy generator But yo, guess who's the black Trump? Dough be flowin' by the hour's Wu, we got the collars, scholars Word life, peace to power and my whole unit Word up! Quick to set it, don't wet it Real niggas lick shots, peace Connecticut Now yo yo, whattup yo, time is runnin' out It's for real though, let's connect politic, ditto! We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases Word up, peace incarcerated scarfaces Chef'll shine like marble, rhyme remarkable Real niggaz raise up, spend your money, argue But this time is for the uninvited Go head and rhyme to it, big nigga mics is gettin' fired Morphine sticks be burnin' like chlorine Niggaz recognize from here to Baltimore to Fort Green But hold up, Moet be tastin' like throw-up My mob roll up, dripped to death, whips rolled up Ya never had no wins, slidin' in these dens wit Timbs With Mac-10's and broke friends Ya got guns, got guns too, what up son, do You wanna battle for cash and see who Sun too? I probably wax, tax, smack rap niggaz who fax Niggaz lyrics is wack nigga Can't stand unofficial, wet tissue, blank bustin' Scud missles You rollin' like Trump, you get your meat lumped For real, it's just slang rap democracy Here's the policy, slide off the ring, plus the Wallabees Check the status, soon to see me at Caesar's Palace eatin' salads We beatin mics and the keys to Dallas I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell From where we at to my man's cell From staircase to stage, minimun wage But soon to get a article in 'Rap Page' But all I need is my house, my gat, my Ac Bank account fat, it's goin' down like that And pardon the French but let me speak Italian Black Stallion, dwellin' on Shaolin That means the island of Staten And niggaz carry gats and mad police from Manhattan Now yo yo, whattup yo, time is runnin' out It's for real though, let's connect politic, ditto! We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases Word up, peace incarcerated scarfaces I do this for barber shop niggaz in the Plaza Catchin asthma, Rae is stickin' gun-flashers Well-dressed, skatin' through the projects wit big ones Broke elevators, turn the lights out, stick one Upstairs, switch like a chameleon Hip Brazilians, pass the cash or Leave your children, leave the buildin' Niggas, yo they be foldin' like envelopes under pressure Like Lou Farigno on coke Yo, Africans denyin' niggaz up in yellow cabs Musty like funk, wavin' they arms, the Arabs Sit back, coolin' like Kahlua's on rocks On the crack spots, rubberband wrapped on my knots You bitches who fuck dreds on Sudafeds Pussy's hurtin', they did it for a yard for the Feds Word up, cousin, nigga, I seen it Like a 27-inch Zenith, believe it! Now yo yo, whattup yo, time is runnin' out It's for real though, let's connect politic, ditto! We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases Word up, peace incarcerated scarfaces Now yo yo, whattup yo, time is runnin' out It's for real though, let's connect politic, ditto! Get lifted in the staircases Peace incarcerated scarfaces Time is runnin' out Politic ditto Peace incarcerated scarfaces |
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from Raekwon - Only Built 4 Cuban Linx... (1999)
Intro:
[Raekwon] One for you, one for me Two for you, one-two for me Three for you... [Ghostface] What? I'll smack fuck out ya Smack fire out your fuckin ass, what the fuck you think this is man? Get the fuck up outta here man [Raekwon] So yo matter of fact, the man is back [Ghostface] Think my head is madder than fuckin fire [Raekwon] Shit aight, this ain't even enough burn right here This ain't enough [Ghostface] Fuck it man [Raekwon] We gonna shoot right over there And yo them niggaz got the big CREAM over there So just chill [Ghostface] So let's do this the fuck up, roll up like tropical kid Don't play me like I got a flowerpot head kid Just chill man [Raekwon] On the real let's go get this money fast Son I know how we gotta do this kid *shots fire* [Ghostface] Scrungy-head motherfucker Verse One: Raekwon the Chef Lay on the crime scene, sippin fine wines Pullin nines on, UFO's, takin they fly clothes They eyes closed, we gettin loot No doubt, check the word of mouth, unheard about Guns go off and now a murder bout I'm out My raps play the part like a Get Smart secret agent in a maze and, styles blazin, Johnny Blaze and Tony Starks in a daze and rhymin, my nigga Lou Diamond will wrap it up We like Meth to go and fuck with Noodles Havin them poodles on the lockdown buyin me Amarett-ahs, and chewables, stackin pharmecuetical Rap niggaz on dust and wools Yo, I told you, some kill rob and fold The gold's untold, fuck it it beats parole So stroll marvelous, soul controller of the whole globe, god damn I got it sewn And yo, whattup pop, pop the suitcase high And we can talk, you can walk out the fuckin building And get caught, save the fully inflatable Rap relatable, drug relatable Niggaz here to play with you A hundred dollar Rottweiler goes to spot sellers Guns and glocks go to niggaz who got props on top, jail niggaz get mad bigger And yo, mail a guy about a hundred pictures Word to momma, this rap wonderama team got drama Comma, plus smoke realize marijuana Chef may resign to boat across the Farasana Immaculate plus all my guns so accurate They get CREAM and the cuisine in Queens I told you, money stated with the night beams, and two rings Crazy fat, gettin ready to do this shit [Ghostface] Sniff mad shit man, what the fuck *car peels and crashes* Verse Two: Ghostface Killer Who's the Knucklehead, wantin respect? Chop his fingers in the drug game, money well known Lead singer, humdinger, flash is the aftermath Here's his photograph Run up in his lab, take off the mask Chaz and think fast Don't laugh, bag the cash, grab the hash, don't forget his stash Grab the tear gas, and place it in his face fast The full blast ... Then skate to the next state Further upstate, I heard they got crazy weight Bagged up by the gates, in crates like disco breaks Yo look out for Jakes, give it all it takes Let's burn the place before we motivate Yo Blake, niggaz don't fink, rape his mate if the bitch scream, for God's sake, grab the grey tape It's by the plate, with the blow crushed up with the flakes Killer snakes, four bodies found floatin in lakes Drug related, paper talkin bout the kids who didn't make it Hits without a trace, never seen the Big see Rae and Ghostface Congratulations Chef, let's celebrate and sip an eighth Verse Three: you-God The rap scar is on rap chrome Put it on seal it on, we're silicone Spark it on your Talkathon This rap phenomenon, to word is bond to the arms Hit me on the hip and horns, rap chaperone Scars tone, bar clones, war tones, raw tones Blowin out the door, bones but Your rap's fraudulent, float in these rap quarter inches Reinforced with suspense, be on your rap sword defense These microphone professional, sensational Fully operational, I got NIGGAZ here to play with you You know the steez you know my whole program Brothers from the No-Lands, all we want is the G's guns and grams, livin fat like the Hoffa Mafia, sippin eatin pastas Layin in the house tellin the seeds about the sagas Before we got Germanic and thoughts got sporadic We grabbed golden tablets and quick guarded the Abbots Slugs hit the belly put tones into the telly Sucker tried to knock me out the box like skelly I smoke the weed dreams I drop top two degrees Honeydips spendin G's on nails and hair weave The crime boss, takin no loss, excessive force We can play the A-Train, back of the iron horse Yo man, knahmsayin? Fuck it man *car squeels and crashes twice* |
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from Raekwon - Only Built 4 Cuban Linx... (1999)
Intro: Blue Raspberry
Summer's dream inside Of how I'm gonna get mine I'm thinkin bou-owowow-out so many ways Of how to conquer, these raihahahahahny days... [You sang beautifully just now] [ I sang for him, and he isn't here] *birds craw and cackle* It's going down man, word man Sup black? Niggaz is fuckin around my gate man Word? Fuck em... yo, I'ma murder somebody man For real I ain't playin Whatever whatever... Chorus: Blue Raspberry It's raining, he's changing My man is going insane Insane... Verse One: Ghostface Killer The war is on, yo On rainy dayz I sit back and count ways on how to get rich son, show and prove, ask my blitz Stood up late nights, build with my a-lias We can pull a heist, snatch ice, or rock mics But this rap shit, got me want to clack back the latch How it goes Leon, pesos made from scratch but in due time, soon to get mine like Bugsy Heavy on the wrist, Polo mock socks and rugbies Old flicks remind me of Gucci's, pack em in your square and little macks milk, blast the year That was Bill Bill, fast forward, ninety-four Who got the bad base? Filthiest fiends scream for more Bless me out of state, howdy Jake's, Starks is back Niggaz want work, now I pull back off a G-Pack Coke rocks, fled to co-ops livin gossip Them big lip niggaz singin to cops need to box it Stop it, the projects overflooded with slow leaks the fiends get, new faces get wrapped in sheets I gotta get mine, like my old Earth, bless the cheese blind Sippin on fine wine, the power of the blacks refined (Raining) devine Waiting on these raw teats takes too long It's like waiting on babies, it makes me want to slay thee But that's ungodly, so yo God, pardon me I need it real quick, the dope flow like penmanship Many heads get pistol-whipped, I blow spots like horse shit So now, talk, shit, nigga, what?? Chorus: Blue Raspberry It's raining, he's changing My man is going insane Insane... Past sunlight, more gunfight Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef ...time to get the feeling, word up What brings rain hail snow and earthquakes The beat breaks, cause all my niggaz to break son Styles is similar to criminals locked up With gats, ghetto tabernacles is fucked up I live once though, the mind stays infinite Travel in the church, nine planets, in my midst While I carry, to earn a decent salary Soon get married, raise a family, but the plan'll be real great, to sit up in the loft, count stacks and max And real cats cold watch my back But listen to the Wu soon, and maintain It's all real, starvin individuals kill I puff what's only right, leave the poison alone Projects, infested with rats cats and crack homes Half of us'll try to make it, the other half'll try to take it So many fake half real freedom-ville Born to science my alliance analyzes Wild surprises, keepin my eyes wide to this The unfortunate, layin in mountains countin With jewelry on, can it be the next team house the horn Chill Dunn, just for real ones, light the lye up I hate to have to tie the next guy up Pay attention to Tims ten wins, Wu blends Now I'm starin you, the true buckle up Now who's a legend? Chorus: Blue Raspberry, Raekwon the Chef It's raining, he's changing Word up Dunn It's raining, he's changing Peace to Philly, VA, these days My man is going insane Word up y'all My man is going insane Word up Insane The sun moon and stars Fly cars, word up y'all No sunlight, more gun fights I've lost him to the street life Street life No cash flow, no more dough He's someone I don't even know Someone I don't know Rainy Dayz... (children playing) Gettin through those rainy dayz Gettin through those rainy dayz Gettin through those rainy dayz Gettin through those rainy dayz I lost him to the street life The street life, whoahhhhh |
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from Raekwon - Only Built 4 Cuban Linx... (1999)
*sounds of the street, Wu-Tang St. Ide's commercial is in the background*
(this is a best guess based on what's heard underneath Rae's conversation) [Ghostface] Who's the Wallabe kid, dress down, could never be Son Ricochet daily hit the deli for a cold one May I be blessed yes? My mic is like a laser beam that blow between the bushes, St. Ide's and I the king of things [Cappadon] Crack the bottle of the St. Ide's, sippin it's real and thrillin will I, drink it and we only too be dope, you can't die, them peoples do lie And if the street don't know, you're full of slang cane pain [RZA] It was hot, on the spot, so I jetted up the block I said, ock, I'm hot, let's go sit on the bay by the docks of the black, I'm fully packed, always got my Trojan Heads got bottles open, fill my cup till flowin *conversation* All that good shit Yeah KnowhatI'msayin, you come in, you come in lookin flavorful Word YouknowhatImean? You the whole shit of the whole night But I've seen it though, knowhatI'msayin? Like I seen it You know, my G is too futuristic for that shit, knowhatI'msayin? Word, did you try to get a little swerve kid on? Tried to man, youknowhatI'msayin, but she was come pullin off Word Word? Just come pullin off her as her drawers Worrrd Fuck that bitch though, knowhatI'msayin? Shoulda, on the real Yo yo tonight feel like a nigga gonna get burnt Yeah yeah It's like you hear something tomorrow right Some like yo, blahzay blahe It's the wind, I'm tellin you Yeah yeah word It's the air, I can feel it It feel hot, it feel feel hot at night and shit like the sun ain't even out Yo the sun don't shine nobody, knowhatI'msayin? Lyrics: Raekwon Yeah One-two, one-two, nigga Line for line, line for line How we get down wit da rhyme Yo, it be a line for line, line for line This is how we get down Yeah, line for line, line for line This is how we get down Yo! Can you feel me? Storytellin rap Magellan I ain't tellin Them niggaz ran in the spot for sellin Word up, pushed up, man got mushed up Seen him at a rap show actin like fat cat though Glasses gold, shinin like a real big boy This nigga had mega ice on Chips Ahoy! Cat surrounded, this political brown kid All out the wind yo, my man walked in Pullin mints out son had mad clientele Order me Cristal twice Kion, chill! Watch them niggaz, aiyyo that clique's from outta state They bubble weight in Far Rockaway with Blake Carrington You know the kid with the most doe-getters And terrors on fat shit clique they rock Lo sweaters That's my man, that's my man too Call him up on the strength of the Wu And watch me game, yo grab the cell I got a heist to pull off well At the end of the week, I'm buyin you a L Lexus nigga, I ain't talkin bout Hancock No time for weed plus no time to get locked That night, up in the staircase Cousin had me laced out, skeed all outta my face We gon' get dat cruchy chump for all of his lump Don't try to front, you was sweatin this Hilfidiger Guess who walked in - Abbott and his man from Farragut Confront him wit the Ruger on his back, walk in black Where's your man, where's the sky blue Land at? Stop playin Wu in the back, smacked him wit the gat (Yo, money said he be here in fifteen!) Stop lyin, wait for the millennia green to pull up He got the Donna Karen shit on, two rings Six carats a piece plus the chain swing Like anchors on ships flooded wit all diamond chips Back pockets: two clips - four-fifths wit rubber grips Layin, two bottles of brass I was slayin Meditatin, red dot be waitin for my payment Heard the key in the lock, cocked the glock Turn the lights out, dip behind the couch Kion, gag his mouth Infra-redded his head when he entered But a soft Perry Ellis leather with Dorinda A friend of, Kion's wife, Kenya, the bitch larger than life Yo, shorty be fuckin mad Columbian niggaz Fuck it, get on the floor meet the black Lex Luthor Stripped fast, the bitch had on Claiborne drawers Yo Rae, you about to scrape her, chill Ghost Thought for a second, turned around Threw the nine in his meatloaf Yo, where's the cash and the stash that's mixed? I don't know! Shot his hand, he started screamin like a bitch! |
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from Raekwon - Only Built 4 Cuban Linx... (1999)
Yeah yeah I'm tired of doing this shit
Aight word, aight I'ma set it Tell me how you feel man Yo son, check the fly shit son Sup cousin how you doin? Yo baby check it man I got a new connect son, for real man Fuck all this twenty-four brick shit man No doubt My man got out of state for fifteen Yeah YouknowhatI'msayin? Yo know my man's gonna represent PA, politickin to death so Right right It's all good, what's up? What you want to do? We gotta move God, we gotta move God, we gotta migrate Get the fur, get the fuck outta New York, yaknowhatI'msayin? Bounce man, start fuckin with bigger and better shit So you tellin me no more big eights strictly breaks No more no more no more man Then I'm with you, I've been waiting No more God WHASSUP? It's the pot of gold right here man this is it, man this is glory YouknowhatI'msayin? So yo, the first thing we gotta do man Is just know what we gonna do with this cream when we get it man Right Cause I'm not trying to just be, sitting on motherfucking two-hundred thou And acting like I'ma just be a Nah a drug dealer all my life Nah Son I got bigger and better plans Son No doubt, we gonna move on man And you know I be fuckin with anybody man Son, long as the love and the trust is there Son We gonna grow God You know it Tony We gonna grow like a plant Son Yo you coming at me like that Son? For real Son, come on you know me man You know my style Son You know how my heart feels though God No doubt But yo God, for real, this is my last time God I'm hangin this shit up man if this shit don't work right here God YouknowhatI'msayin? Word up, I feel the same way I feel the same way kid Yo God, yaknowhatI'msayin? I got shot at man, my moms windows got shot the fuck up man Yeah Yo God, my baby's in here God, see I gotta take time man and raise my family man Yeah yeah yeah YaknowhatI'msayin? Sit around man, my grandkids man But yo Son, it's like this man We all livin man, we here now man Word man YouknowhatI'msayin? Let's not think like we gon be stagnating man Let's keep movin ahead man, keep our head up man Take care of our families man God, word is bond, I'm your eyes that's in back of you kid Let's do it then |
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from Raekwon - Only Built 4 Cuban Linx... (1999)
Intro:
[Rae] No tricks, no tricks baby [Nas] Yeah, aiyyo Rae [Ghf] Check it out y'all [Nas] It's the science [Ghf] Fly wonderful [Rae] Yeah y'all [Nas] Tony Starks and umm Lex Diamonds [Ghf] Tony Starks, my nigga Nas [Rae] Strength my whole team is eatin off this type of shit [Nas] For all the fake niggaz out there, yaknahmean [Ghf] Word up [Rae] Good shit, nigga next time, no more whatever shit [Nas] Fakes be celebratin but they be mistaken [Ghf] Word to the wise [Rae] Keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front pocket [Ghf] All types of shit, yo son [Rae] Rock it, RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet [Nas] Tell em it's on right? [Ghf] Show those crabs how to rhyme [Rae] RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet [Ghf] It's only like five percent out of a hundred [Rae] RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet [Ghf] Do it to em baby [Nas] Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast to conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streets Live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun Trick my Wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my son Smoke a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly I'm grungy, but things I do is real it never haunts me while, funny style niggaz roll in the pile Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's Isle Holdin weed inside they pussy with they minds on the pretty things in life, props is a true thug's wife It's like a cycle, niggaz come home, some'll go in Do a bullet, come back, do the same shit again From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual [Raekwon] Perhaps bullets bust niggaz discuss mad money True lies and white guys, we can see it through the eyes Catch the most on tape, kilos disintegrate Pyrex pots, we break, fiends lickin plates In the building niggaz building, like little children starin Them older niggaz aint carin Sirens circlin fiends are lurkin in your baggage oh, one's gone now, what, smack him in his cabbage In the woodwork, crack cells bubble like Woolworth's in the projects, richest niggaz rockin all the real worth Police questioning, rooftop cats invested in Tradin in they Lexus' GS's sendin messages Two and two makes four, Cristal's crazily pour Gun wars my crew phantom like swords [Ghostface Killah] With the green leathers, hunded pound snakes and cakes Fiends found in lakes, jeolously Jakes we shake What I strive for is what I live for Infatuated by material things, and it's wild like for war like somewhere over the rainbow, I see a big pot of gold Future stacks yo I hold Thousands of cracks bagged up inside the shoebox Don't keep jack in my lap, don't wanna see Tupac Got two spots, a new lot, flooded with rocks Shoot-outs making me hot, crooked cops Bad Tony and the ball drop In the Now, I'm bangin niggaz for slide time Hurry up Duke I'm next, show em mine And what the fuck is you looking at? By the way young blood, hit me off with that Green Bay hat Watch your back inside the hall, new niggaz slide through like doors yo, you're starin in the mess hall Your adrenaline runs, cigarette niggas be swindlin New jacks surrenderin, come home not rememberin Made bail with different size kicks on, a white dress shirt Lookin gay in the yard, and you got hurt Flashbacks, of the day room, mop ringer style Your faggot ass got bashed tryin to turn the dial You told your boo you was whylin Once you heard Wu, out of the blue, your family's from Shaolin High class cooks, throw on vestes out of phone books Infirmary niggas are screaming, 'I got drugs!' Sharpen toothbrushes 190 mixed with baby oil and shit Your man's in the kitchen stashing ice picks Well I'ma end this with a big red cherry on top Me, Nas and Rae got the best product on the block [Rae] Strength my whole team is eatin off this type of shit [Ghf] Word up, throw your hands up [Rae] Good shit, nigga next time, no more whatever shit [Ghf] Cock back the Mac an say whatever [Rae] Keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front pocket [Ghf] Your Hawaiian's stale, exoticness, fly shit [Rae] RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet [Ghf] Floatin on in nine-five in the basement |
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from Raekwon - Only Built 4 Cuban Linx... (1999)
Intro: _The Mack_
No man all bitches are the same, just like my hoes, you know I keep em broke Wake up one morning with some money they're subject to go crazy you know? I keep em lookin good, pretty and all that You know, but no dough When I get a bitch, I got a bitch (right on) Lyrics: Ghostface Word up, that motherfuckin brother wise YouknowhatI'msayin? Teachin the uncivilized Yeah, runnin the streets, know it's deep Word up, check his technique, yeah I be Ghostface Flippin the, marvelous track Yeah You know the steelo, but yo, yo Check the bangin sounds that I invent Fake niggaz who tried to flex hard came and went They couldn't match up with the fly nigga Wit his back against the wall Heads clapped once I came in the door I played the speaker, sippin on Kahlua Saw this bad bitch wit a switch And yo, I had to step to her in a manner and rather wished the current was warm When I had reached her, I looked and knew the shit was on Peace, excuse me, allow to introduce myself Yo, I'm the man, and Honey, you've been rated top shelf Yo, what's your name hon, hair wrapped up in a bun Your eyes sparkle, just like glass in the sun Never diss em, it's hard for a nigga just to miss em Especially, when you're browsin, goin fishin Your wasteline, bangin like a bassline Physical form is well complexed And yo, I love your outline, Boo Your whole body is wild, wit your rugged profile Enough to make a hard rock smile You can't strikeout, tell me what can really go wrong You rockin' labels - Tommy Hil down to Claiborne Show me some love hon, show me some love boo Show me the vibe and I'll be more than glad to shoot it through Aiyyo peep it, I know you love Victoria's Secret And lovin' all the marvelous slang on how I freak it Plus, see you're the type to make a nigga crash Far from trash, your flesh is way softer than a baby's ass Your body lotion is the potion, the shit got me open like dust And yo, your stee is high potent, yo We can go the distance, I put you under wings From this convo we can spark and see whatever brings I walked a hot Arabian desert, barefooted I grabbed your hand, you grabbed my joint and knew where to put it Word up, yo, straight up and down yo Check the joint, baby It be the Wu-Tang production Yeah, yeah, and all types of shit And brothas catchin repercussions Yo, straight up |
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from Raekwon - Only Built 4 Cuban Linx... (1999)
And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get
Tony Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America Who wants to kill him? No information, say yes or no One point five million Alright, you get what you want, money's no object They're all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable And there are explosive head bullets, in the clip Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here come the cop man Yo Starks come here, come here Sun Come here for a minute! Aiyyo aiyyo hold up hold up Shit we gotta go to the store for more baking soda Yo yo yo get your fuckin, yo this made of glass nig! Get your big Adidas off my moms table man! Get the fuck off it man. Yo just chill man, pass the Cristal man. Niggaz is greedy man, damn. Big ass shits. Yo man you ain't smoking none of that weed in here man. Chill man. Bobby Steels Somebody go to the store man Sup kid? Get that baking soda. (Yo!) Let's cut the pie five ways (Noodles) We came off with two mil kid Fast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt coming through) La cosa nostra (Johnny Blaze!) (Lou Diamonds!) Represent kid. (Tony Starks) Universal frontier (Original blood claat bad bwoys) [Chorus] Who come to get you? None. They want guns! I be the first to set off shit, last to run Wu roll together as one I call my brother Sun 'cause he shine like one Check it Scriptures hit the body like sawed off shotties Like my hair notty and my nose piece snotty Fuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real Ain't nuttin' fraudulent here, we pioneer Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah Thirty-six chambers of fear, huh, you lost it Information leakin' out your faucets, hmmmmm Time to forfeit your crown and leave the ground There's a new sheriff in town holdin' it down It's the two holster, shit shot smoker Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster Wild in the West, a student of my culture And life is the test, hold up Let a nigga catch his breath, we still payin' dues And the last one is death, back to the essence With that shit you stressin', this rap profession Now peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin Isle plus my style, Criminology pays The last times and days, Johnny fuckin' Blaze This goes for niggaz who know Wu will grow like llello, ley no Plus coolin' in Barbados Ricaans be givin' me much shit, the dutch shit Stay cool papi, seize it with enough shit Back at the lab a, crack's bagged up Yo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if they hafta Senoritas, fuckin' up a storm buyin' guards margaritas Suckin' his dick, up in the whip long Designed for rhyme prime nigga jail time jiggas Them niggaz up in Height figures bitin niggaz Silks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain yeah Jakes beware black rap millionaires Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin' this year One eight hundred gambino niggaz yeah Wu roll together as one I call my brother Sun 'cause he shine like one Solid gold crown is shinin' Solid gold, check it Sun yo Solid gold crown be shinin' and blindin' like some diamonds I be pioneerin the style in the cloud with silver linings Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected The heart the rib cage the chest and solar plexus Castin' stones, crackin' two-hundred and six bones And watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone How dare you approach it with dim pones The overfiend like Noah Bean green souls with a soldier mean The grand exquisite imperial wizard oh is it The Ryzarector come to pay your ass a visit Local bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general Lickin shots to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial Happen millennium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin Goes up your adrenalin son it's time for 'boutin' It's a mileage resemblin' niggaz who like followin' Trapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle God steppin' forth upon holy down of the track It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack So I decided to bite down on the mic So the pain of the track won't deny the fact That I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an expert That hurts the individual who tries to visual-ize under Cause I strike, like thunder Niggaz couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable My wisdom fucks up your respiratorial Systems are fractured by the killa tactics Style is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged Enter the entity, my vicinity Is three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity Represent the school of hard knocks and glocks my Clan is hoss and got mad moss for blocks so Feel the force of impact from the iron side of The gat as I attack the track From the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome Watch a nigga get blown out his muthafuckin' dome Piece, deceased, laid to rest [Chorus] Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room Holdin' up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom Full moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath Sold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef So step back, to the lab at, high velocity My teammate, enhance cells well like a pharmacy Fuck Horado Pablos plan growas bravo Goodfellas we know, best sellas become novels The man rockin' head bands, silk scarves and jams Early 80's British rock, playboys, mocks, and shams The laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's Remember them kids that came off with eight million Robbed the Brinks and I labeled in royal pavilions Them flower heads must have been stupid Tell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid That's jet money, undaground money Submarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies Cosa cosa, come on |
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from Raekwon - Immobilarity (1999)
Man: Yo
What up D? Huh? You bought that from Tower Records? What's that, let me see that bag Get the fuck off, get the fuck off it Come here man, what the fuck I...(banging) Like that nigga, give me that man You dead on this purple tape nigga you dead on that Fuck outta here (gun cock) Raekwon: Niggas think I can't sell five million? Ya'll niggas is mad Ya'll must not know the work I put in on this For real, that's for real for real (ha ha) Represent, flick it up all day nigga, Immobilarity Ya'll know my work, this category is raw [Raekwon] Aiyo slash your position Verbal mike physician Blow lines like chimes in the kitchen God should vega, straight up stomp that fake out What, he biting everything, biting his nuts We slang like champions Caught me in the outlet in Hamptons Style it out Throwin four thousand out Swimsuit mammal get high Float flammable Drop off in a Benz boat lampable Rear like hittin a deer Playin Cuban Linx movin in the chair, he got a ear No question all brolic guerillas stand up Whoever large throw a hand up Throw a grand up Let's like multiply Con-nect both sides, big shit low rides, ga-lide Everybody bump once Yo Chef gonna throw ya'll niggas free lunch Hit the L twice, need it once Track be yelling like a whore Like a swelling on a sore Or this rap Magellion on your jaw I'm a night freak, Boating on the weekends, ten a week Flows spray it like Clinique Rich unique, bitch you weak Contact Reek, we callin up Leek Yo he famous like Ali feet, yo mystical Rap Larry Davis with a pistol And dis you You a student, fuckin wit a principal Chorus(x2) Rollin like ten at a time Begin, love revolves around a thin line Go against this, send mine Lace you chase you down Let a hundred rounds race you Now you went from brolic to a facial [Raekwon] Yo, ayo glass tree house Yo, Fiendin like fuck in a green house Rush and cut, chain cream out Blow steam out Rare like guccis in ears Goose bears Skied up, loving all my deustch years Coat for broadway Hundred and 39th all day Got my chick rollin call her Parle' 20th century max like jail penitentiary Nikki Barnes gon' lynch me What, fruit flavored nikes Benz 2000 the hype piece Send half my love out to white peeps Wu-Tang emblem, success, make a nigga tremble Nine of us stand, nine resemble Filling out tax reports Look live up in Guess shorts Bitches got love and support Yo, leather jacket, yellow Leather hat, mack it real mellow New York state of mind, crime Othello Wild zoo of bitches, burrow that's Staten Yo we actin, Wud up we do that crack thing captain Still camaflouge jackets Mad rackets Out yo we cap shit, picture that nigga mashin Chorus(x2) [Raekwon] Yo,aiyo blowin more reason For a season, wud up shortie jaw season Baltimore hall bleeding Take money, remember that ?dun gottori? son Dripped out in Bahamas all bummy Gain you out patriot Portrait of my love mad shit Now we with things, the long gray shit Luke bitches in Barook Cute big, fat bitches with Luke Lex you need boots that switches Flights over Iraq Ironing my hat out, and 'lax Connecting with diplomat cats Harlem hustle connect, Iceberg varsity check Rimmin well ice drool off my dick Abe Lincoln president suites, lay eventually Pinch me, I bought head from Monica Lewinsky Arrest that hoodlum Strong arm that the white gooden Faggot nigga frontin, knew he wouldn't Flexible impact rhymin professional We staked out eatin all side vegetables Prosperity rhymes, lines Casians and Asians Let's blaze niggas with the shine Chorus(x2) Raekwon: Yea word up, that's right ha ha Ya'll be loving my shit, yea all the real niggas stand up, hey yo let me speak, let me speak Yo this a new year right here It's the 2 with the 3 zeros, here me? It's gonna get technical for real Let's play the game right It's jus a friendly game of baseball Ha feel me? Hey yo Santanna, yo Bring that suitcase in here kid Let's count that, where it came from? Where it came from? Rollin like ten at a time... |
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from Raekwon - Immobilarity (1999)
Man: Yo
What up D? Huh? You bought that from Tower Records? What's that, let me see that bag Get the fuck off, get the fuck off it Come here man, what the fuck I...(banging) Like that nigga, give me that man You dead on this purple tape nigga you dead on that Fuck outta here (gun cock) Raekwon: Niggas think I can't sell five million? Ya'll niggas is mad Ya'll must not know the work I put in on this For real, that's for real for real (ha ha) Represent, flick it up all day nigga, Immobilarity Ya'll know my work, this category is raw [Raekwon] Aiyo slash your position Verbal mike physician Blow lines like chimes in the kitchen God should vega, straight up stomp that fake out What, he biting everything, biting his nuts We slang like champions Caught me in the outlet in Hamptons Style it out Throwin four thousand out Swimsuit mammal get high Float flammable Drop off in a Benz boat lampable Rear like hittin a deer Playin Cuban Linx movin in the chair, he got a ear No question all brolic guerillas stand up Whoever large throw a hand up Throw a grand up Let's like multiply Con-nect both sides, big shit low rides, ga-lide Everybody bump once Yo Chef gonna throw ya'll niggas free lunch Hit the L twice, need it once Track be yelling like a whore Like a swelling on a sore Or this rap Magellion on your jaw I'm a night freak, Boating on the weekends, ten a week Flows spray it like Clinique Rich unique, bitch you weak Contact Reek, we callin up Leek Yo he famous like Ali feet, yo mystical Rap Larry Davis with a pistol And dis you You a student, fuckin wit a principal Chorus(x2) Rollin like ten at a time Begin, love revolves around a thin line Go against this, send mine Lace you chase you down Let a hundred rounds race you Now you went from brolic to a facial [Raekwon] Yo, ayo glass tree house Yo, Fiendin like fuck in a green house Rush and cut, chain cream out Blow steam out Rare like guccis in ears Goose bears Skied up, loving all my deustch years Coat for broadway Hundred and 39th all day Got my chick rollin call her Parle' 20th century max like jail penitentiary Nikki Barnes gon' lynch me What, fruit flavored nikes Benz 2000 the hype piece Send half my love out to white peeps Wu-Tang emblem, success, make a nigga tremble Nine of us stand, nine resemble Filling out tax reports Look live up in Guess shorts Bitches got love and support Yo, leather jacket, yellow Leather hat, mack it real mellow New York state of mind, crime Othello Wild zoo of bitches, burrow that's Staten Yo we actin, Wud up we do that crack thing captain Still camaflouge jackets Mad rackets Out yo we cap shit, picture that nigga mashin Chorus(x2) [Raekwon] Yo,aiyo blowin more reason For a season, wud up shortie jaw season Baltimore hall bleeding Take money, remember that ?dun gottori? son Dripped out in Bahamas all bummy Gain you out patriot Portrait of my love mad shit Now we with things, the long gray shit Luke bitches in Barook Cute big, fat bitches with Luke Lex you need boots that switches Flights over Iraq Ironing my hat out, and 'lax Connecting with diplomat cats Harlem hustle connect, Iceberg varsity check Rimmin well ice drool off my dick Abe Lincoln president suites, lay eventually Pinch me, I bought head from Monica Lewinsky Arrest that hoodlum Strong arm that the white gooden Faggot nigga frontin, knew he wouldn't Flexible impact rhymin professional We staked out eatin all side vegetables Prosperity rhymes, lines Casians and Asians Let's blaze niggas with the shine Chorus(x2) Raekwon: Yea word up, that's right ha ha Ya'll be loving my shit, yea all the real niggas stand up, hey yo let me speak, let me speak Yo this a new year right here It's the 2 with the 3 zeros, here me? It's gonna get technical for real Let's play the game right It's jus a friendly game of baseball Ha feel me? Hey yo Santanna, yo Bring that suitcase in here kid Let's count that, where it came from? Where it came from? Rollin like ten at a time... |
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from Raekwon - Immobilarity (1999)
Straight up, c'mon Bub, I need you man
Yo, Straight up y'all Yo Ghost I love you man You know how we do this right here We do this for our family See you soon kid (Verse One) The greatest thing a kid could have To chill with his family, sit back layin on his Dad Props go out, next thing you know Pops roll out Moms cussed him out, get the fuck out Couldn't understand it, feelings turnin to hard granite Now she a one single parent Growin up on welfare, she might need healthcare That made me feel no one else cares Moms is a part of my life forever Gettin drunk that's her business guess that's stormy weather Fish and grits, twelve o' clock midnight pissed Stop cryin Ma take a kiss Take care of ya brother and sis Something happen to me I miss ya better be offic (official) She meant that shit, every mouthful accurate Took me to school be emaculate Taught by the best, remember stress A ghetto agenda that's how we rest Don't let'em play with your emotions Lotioning me, little money in my vest Damn, Mom going through it Still holding me through it Sneaker money fucked up Yo, Yeah when Granddaddy died I know you didn't see me cry Held it in, it hurted Ma alot Remember, Bucs had me in a tux Went to beef stake Charlie's had my first pay cut Yeah, lovin you always screamin on janitors in hallways It's my son always Caught me in the crib yo, smokin Sat me down heart broken, hopin the phase had me open yo You like, hey yo, for real you like lovin you for life it's only right Strong yourself we make it Weak minded you naked The pain and hurt i can't take it Plus my Uncle in jail That's your brother go see him, he look forward to it like mail You my ace, you the lady in the place You ain't a waste, we just trapped inside a low-life place Trust me I'm gonna work hard Tatto my body, throw it on top where i got scars See it son, start cryin (Singing) |
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from Raekwon - Immobilarity (1999)
[Conversation]:
Stop touching the fucking door man You so fucking paranoid man What's the matter wit' you man? It's like a nigga could write for hours And get real theatrical wit' this, Understand? Tellin' you kid, I got stripes when it comes to this right here, y'all know my repertoire It's dangerous, and the cats I roll wit' is dangerous And they ain't your regular average cats Here we go.. Verse 1: Aiyyo, It's all elegance He spoke third power style high intelligence A young man handle the game like Merill Lynch 3 a.m. breathing, leaning in gates I mean creaming, Selling these cakes in slabs like Lanolakes Fiends beaming, steaming Associated wit' names and demons All apparent reasons We live here the gate blew in a year Sorta like time share where crime Sport it like I shine yeah, Rainbow dough was the emmo So many flavours yo, Buy your neighbour off underwater vault Then I met him, Colombian name Flako Had the whole block locked selling tons in Morocco Wristwatch Fachera Costanti, nigga dead up Sniff the rawest mist mixed wit 7up Had a black wiz spoke German Higher learning burning Ask Vernon got a bed set bought a black jet Bitch large percentage on her rich motor lodge Lost her arm, shot wid a AK up in the south Paramedics rocked her, Said she had connections out Anartica Barrels of juices from Florida Can't forget live dusthead centerfoldin Out in Club Med butt ass layin' like she dead Wise guys fell for her ambiance Pull it together, black renassaince Queen Elizabeth aunt Crazy swift Cristal murderer Guzzle the shit like she dying kid Showing off her diamond Flashbacks now it's me and him again Last word I caught 'Put your money in we could have the shit bumpin' That's federalo music I caught the glimpse from the bitch When she winched yeah Santa a grinch She blinked twitched her nose then froze Check your Rolls by the blow It's time to roll nigga let's go I thought about it Broke the money down What's the total count it, No count it over in the mix Day going slower, Nope not time to motor He estimated over me not being a crook Count it over Yo only on the strength of my man We ain't hit him wid the strong hand Gun him down leave him out in flatlands He backhand smacked her Threw her on the table jacked her I broke out in laughter fifteen minutes after Police knocked on the door Looked out the window of my room As your, nigga yeah that's yours He opened up the door this nigga wildin' His bitch is in shock Start smiling and speaking on Valen Yo wisen up bitch this from the rich Immobilize the game get your name right Envelope came hype Regards from the mayor you hype Fuck right, lets fuck this money up And get large and blow outta sight Wise niggas wake up Dead niggas lose Who you gon' choose Me or him You a fool Pay attention Fuck around meet the tension See you in the next dimension y'all niggas didn't listen (Repeat x3) |
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from Raekwon - Immobilarity (1999)
[Conversation]:
Stop touching the fucking door man You so fucking paranoid man What's the matter wit' you man? It's like a nigga could write for hours And get real theatrical wit' this, Understand? Tellin' you kid, I got stripes when it comes to this right here, y'all know my repertoire It's dangerous, and the cats I roll wit' is dangerous And they ain't your regular average cats Here we go.. Verse 1: Aiyyo, It's all elegance He spoke third power style high intelligence A young man handle the game like Merill Lynch 3 a.m. breathing, leaning in gates I mean creaming, Selling these cakes in slabs like Lanolakes Fiends beaming, steaming Associated wit' names and demons All apparent reasons We live here the gate blew in a year Sorta like time share where crime Sport it like I shine yeah, Rainbow dough was the emmo So many flavours yo, Buy your neighbour off underwater vault Then I met him, Colombian name Flako Had the whole block locked selling tons in Morocco Wristwatch Fachera Costanti, nigga dead up Sniff the rawest mist mixed wit 7up Had a black wiz spoke German Higher learning burning Ask Vernon got a bed set bought a black jet Bitch large percentage on her rich motor lodge Lost her arm, shot wid a AK up in the south Paramedics rocked her, Said she had connections out Anartica Barrels of juices from Florida Can't forget live dusthead centerfoldin Out in Club Med butt ass layin' like she dead Wise guys fell for her ambiance Pull it together, black renassaince Queen Elizabeth aunt Crazy swift Cristal murderer Guzzle the shit like she dying kid Showing off her diamond Flashbacks now it's me and him again Last word I caught 'Put your money in we could have the shit bumpin' That's federalo music I caught the glimpse from the bitch When she winched yeah Santa a grinch She blinked twitched her nose then froze Check your Rolls by the blow It's time to roll nigga let's go I thought about it Broke the money down What's the total count it, No count it over in the mix Day going slower, Nope not time to motor He estimated over me not being a crook Count it over Yo only on the strength of my man We ain't hit him wid the strong hand Gun him down leave him out in flatlands He backhand smacked her Threw her on the table jacked her I broke out in laughter fifteen minutes after Police knocked on the door Looked out the window of my room As your, nigga yeah that's yours He opened up the door this nigga wildin' His bitch is in shock Start smiling and speaking on Valen Yo wisen up bitch this from the rich Immobilize the game get your name right Envelope came hype Regards from the mayor you hype Fuck right, lets fuck this money up And get large and blow outta sight Wise niggas wake up Dead niggas lose Who you gon' choose Me or him You a fool Pay attention Fuck around meet the tension See you in the next dimension y'all niggas didn't listen (Repeat x3) |
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from Raekwon - Immobilarity (1999)
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 y'all 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... |
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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 y'all 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... |
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from Raekwon - Immobilarity (1999)
Friday nigga
What's the word You got something for me I'm a see you in two seconds Right, yo pull my Rover on the side Right there police coming man Heard me Yo up in the game on four in the morning And it's storming and we blitzed Just rocked another wig yeah we on it God had blood on his sweat pants The way the tech dance On a nigga face Son ain't have a chance Seen him high pitch yellow nigga From outta town a young mellow ally Trying to run through Hell and song called the dogs to get on him When we caught him the only famous nigga Was a lord in his forum Bum nigga fresh outta jail I used to play baseball wid him 'Til he got large son bought a whale As you're by the entrance Guess it's real nigga night out He moving on his own negligence Yo Lexxy strap up meet you in the back In the Acura spectacular big key stackeler Seen a nigga gymed down fresh haircut Trying to swim now Aqua green Avias on brim style wild We walked by eyeing I'm Shorty ain't looked He trying to get fly My niggas ain't dived on him Kase had the mack in the vest The way he moving might be dressed He made two rights nigga move left Standing by the incinerator Thank God he your generator I can tell bought his lady swade gators Yo now it's time to move Spit nozzles on the tools Might just bust him quiet style rules He walked out the crib yup drinked We at the elevator base Staring at the nigga chains shake We looked at him seen all crooked The we flashed on him He knew we was live My man Boo stashed on him Pulled out take of the wool Nigga cool out Walk you out the bulding Betta run nigga move out This nigga liver than fuck Larger than fuck betta kill me All y'all niggas is butt What spray it up Took the chains in case Shot him at point blank range He started screaming like a cave man Blood got a salty taste I can tell furniture fell out his place Laced now it's a case Threw up vomit on my Kobe Snatched all his ice now Chrome teeth boating of a loan key Didn't know the kid was large Hour later call from jail Mexicans surrounding the Gods Chill you bigga than the ocean Slow motion play it off no emotion But my man in there grossing What to do they might kill him We might kill you circulate death That's how the real do We sat there 3 live macks of the year Crack beers one nigga in the back Washing off his trackers Don't take it serious Vivid flow luxurious I'm hearing this'll Make a real nigga curious Friday my day chill pop Leave 'em on the highway Betty won't never fly my way |
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Fuck that shit Raekwon
Do that shit Fuck them niggas... what's up playboy Nigga, you doing you're thing Nigga, go ahead Chorus: [Raekwon] Yeah, them fake duels Any real niggas baby make moves Pay dues, bitches who relate rock shoes yo Damn, them niggas stay frontin Try to hollywood eyes the realness But ain't sayin nothin [Raekwon] Yo, bagel material, contact Merial kid She sling cell weight, bust gun material Fast like splash and rice, stash you're wife Curry, chicken, and bitches crime on my right I'm marvelous extra large Threw y'all faggot niggas in the game and now y'all niggas ain't feelin ours Love is a message from my family Cream Team Incorporated, Wu-Tang Clan is what you plan to be Oh yeah, ladies in here, say yeah Do it like yeah, starvin niggas fake rocks in they ears Black down hat with the beak up, unique what You need to stop wilin, the fam won't speak up Toast, the most official niggas on post Yellin out "how ya nigga Ghost," rich he supposed Now I'm just talkin this one Don't make me diss one paw Its all about enterprisin and get rich son Steal a nigga yo, collect currency yo Could lock a bank up, IRS can suck dick straight up Had dosche, oil of olay, play nigga lay ??? a cheap shit, crush them niggas like clay Van Damn hammers, 2000 Jaguar, cameras The little shit, seeing what you're plan was Made y'all niggas go platinum I made y'all niggas flow happen Lets battle for cash captain Remember, the cold giant on the set Lyin on you're dick, play for real take it care of'ya ex that's right I'm hungry, this go out to y'all alumni Faggot niggas dead wrong Yeah, I'm player hatin, waitin The culture of this nation You lay Bay Boy since '88, stop leanin on me Turnin iceberg money into laundry Been taught a whole country This technician bash opponents Flow is llike Ronin, the movie My gun blew your store up Allah you our god, translating peace to the god Lewis Rich slash signatures on the credit card Me, Bird, Binkie, Santana, bad with the hammer My dun power through a hundred grand up Words from the Martin Luther King version We burn versus then send 'em out Fed Ex, fast service Chorus [Reakwon] The tailor made king of New York Designer walk, Prince of Wales Hundred sales stock broke and hotels Playa hyply, them niggas dislikin me Challenge my style politely, that's like fightin whitey Here we go again lord, climb aboard Stevie Wonder award >From here to UK, movin on your broad Speak through Ninex, go ahead and rhyme next dun Runnin up on nine vets, minds rep, we run your projects All greenery on, see on lights, movin like Deion The eagle on plus scream on all y'all bitches The Blair Witch rich nigga vision, comprehension Listen, its called slang optimism Connect dots, niggas is large you can't see us y'all select cops, screamin niggas bars on your drops yo Damn, what the world became of A nigga buy a chain and he think he a thug Here drink a slug (*ppppsssshhhh*) Major niggas call it, y'all niggas is like a bar I'm the war wick paw, straight up assorted Yo, just a bark from the tree of life Niggas ain't eatin right Give 'em a taste and let 'em see the light Chorus: Repeat x3 [Raekwon] ...Ain't sayin nothin |
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Fuck that shit Raekwon
Do that shit Fuck them niggas... what's up playboy Nigga, you doing you're thing Nigga, go ahead Chorus: [Raekwon] Yeah, them fake duels Any real niggas baby make moves Pay dues, bitches who relate rock shoes yo Damn, them niggas stay frontin Try to hollywood eyes the realness But ain't sayin nothin [Raekwon] Yo, bagel material, contact Merial kid She sling cell weight, bust gun material Fast like splash and rice, stash you're wife Curry, chicken, and bitches crime on my right I'm marvelous extra large Threw y'all faggot niggas in the game and now y'all niggas ain't feelin ours Love is a message from my family Cream Team Incorporated, Wu-Tang Clan is what you plan to be Oh yeah, ladies in here, say yeah Do it like yeah, starvin niggas fake rocks in they ears Black down hat with the beak up, unique what You need to stop wilin, the fam won't speak up Toast, the most official niggas on post Yellin out "how ya nigga Ghost," rich he supposed Now I'm just talkin this one Don't make me diss one paw Its all about enterprisin and get rich son Steal a nigga yo, collect currency yo Could lock a bank up, IRS can suck dick straight up Had dosche, oil of olay, play nigga lay ??? a cheap shit, crush them niggas like clay Van Damn hammers, 2000 Jaguar, cameras The little shit, seeing what you're plan was Made y'all niggas go platinum I made y'all niggas flow happen Lets battle for cash captain Remember, the cold giant on the set Lyin on you're dick, play for real take it care of'ya ex that's right I'm hungry, this go out to y'all alumni Faggot niggas dead wrong Yeah, I'm player hatin, waitin The culture of this nation You lay Bay Boy since '88, stop leanin on me Turnin iceberg money into laundry Been taught a whole country This technician bash opponents Flow is llike Ronin, the movie My gun blew your store up Allah you our god, translating peace to the god Lewis Rich slash signatures on the credit card Me, Bird, Binkie, Santana, bad with the hammer My dun power through a hundred grand up Words from the Martin Luther King version We burn versus then send 'em out Fed Ex, fast service Chorus [Reakwon] The tailor made king of New York Designer walk, Prince of Wales Hundred sales stock broke and hotels Playa hyply, them niggas dislikin me Challenge my style politely, that's like fightin whitey Here we go again lord, climb aboard Stevie Wonder award >From here to UK, movin on your broad Speak through Ninex, go ahead and rhyme next dun Runnin up on nine vets, minds rep, we run your projects All greenery on, see on lights, movin like Deion The eagle on plus scream on all y'all bitches The Blair Witch rich nigga vision, comprehension Listen, its called slang optimism Connect dots, niggas is large you can't see us y'all select cops, screamin niggas bars on your drops yo Damn, what the world became of A nigga buy a chain and he think he a thug Here drink a slug (*ppppsssshhhh*) Major niggas call it, y'all niggas is like a bar I'm the war wick paw, straight up assorted Yo, just a bark from the tree of life Niggas ain't eatin right Give 'em a taste and let 'em see the light Chorus: Repeat x3 [Raekwon] ...Ain't sayin nothin |
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from Raekwon - Immobilarity (1999)
Verse 1:
Yo, we came long ways but we got on Yo, holdin' my son's arm Make it through the industry calm Lord His name Rakim Allah Wid a wavy threw on shallah Braveheart nigga from start yo We all scientific instruments I got put on math Going through ill consequences Running from jakes, running in gates Check out the main face We gotta gas and erase Me not the ambitious one I rather be there throw a word or two in We here, I know we worth money yo Just relax start analyzing 'Fore you start adding your sales tax Took that tool in ooh 'bout to get large Fuck that fucking wit see rules y'all fools, by then 2 rhymes is wrote Trying to master my flow Gettin' diamonds on the low Splash me a boat Hook: Kim Stephens What I'm gonna be Is something more than anyone could think of me Do what you want I'm still gon' live my destiny I've got one chance to live my life And as long as I'm alive I will make it Verse 2: Hard work a nigga was sold yo Just trying to take control rock me a Roll Glock be the goal take my time and build Into the 36 got real people want to see us The word Steeles, your work reflects your life Your earth respects you twice Commodity advice chill wid the ice That's when I caught on Sell these niggas the illusion And plus live it out on spite Yo the block is draining and scary A nigga might die out here Or be in some jail law library Unlawful entry a century Fuck I want to live in jail? I'm already in ghetto penitentiary Talent made me be involuntary to y'all now I just add on and teach one of y'all Don't get exiled caught up in the mix And loose sight focus burst And you're forced to go wild yo, Hook Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah aiyyo Verse 3: Aiyyo, Prosperity endangered so many of us All the bullshit has got away with murder That's why we can see who's real and who's fake And who bit off the last nigga tape stole his state Wake up we running outta plans The devil inside of him Tricknology is in one hand Future's so far to see The present's how will it be The past don't even ask just believe Looking in the dictionary Trying to spell out hard words Define 'em and design 'em I shine and curve Take this jewel in and conquer me I blend it in wit ganja Not for the babies it's a mind sponsor From the 17 million God raised 2 million lost slaved 19 million may we all praise So when we wake up Let's straighten up and get it together For real and keep all getting paper Hook Do what you want I'm still gon' live my life |
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from Raekwon - Immobilarity (1999)
Verse 1:
Yo, we came long ways but we got on Yo, holdin' my son's arm Make it through the industry calm Lord His name Rakim Allah Wid a wavy threw on shallah Braveheart nigga from start yo We all scientific instruments I got put on math Going through ill consequences Running from jakes, running in gates Check out the main face We gotta gas and erase Me not the ambitious one I rather be there throw a word or two in We here, I know we worth money yo Just relax start analyzing 'Fore you start adding your sales tax Took that tool in ooh 'bout to get large Fuck that fucking wit see rules y'all fools, by then 2 rhymes is wrote Trying to master my flow Gettin' diamonds on the low Splash me a boat Hook: Kim Stephens What I'm gonna be Is something more than anyone could think of me Do what you want I'm still gon' live my destiny I've got one chance to live my life And as long as I'm alive I will make it Verse 2: Hard work a nigga was sold yo Just trying to take control rock me a Roll Glock be the goal take my time and build Into the 36 got real people want to see us The word Steeles, your work reflects your life Your earth respects you twice Commodity advice chill wid the ice That's when I caught on Sell these niggas the illusion And plus live it out on spite Yo the block is draining and scary A nigga might die out here Or be in some jail law library Unlawful entry a century Fuck I want to live in jail? I'm already in ghetto penitentiary Talent made me be involuntary to y'all now I just add on and teach one of y'all Don't get exiled caught up in the mix And loose sight focus burst And you're forced to go wild yo, Hook Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah aiyyo Verse 3: Aiyyo, Prosperity endangered so many of us All the bullshit has got away with murder That's why we can see who's real and who's fake And who bit off the last nigga tape stole his state Wake up we running outta plans The devil inside of him Tricknology is in one hand Future's so far to see The present's how will it be The past don't even ask just believe Looking in the dictionary Trying to spell out hard words Define 'em and design 'em I shine and curve Take this jewel in and conquer me I blend it in wit ganja Not for the babies it's a mind sponsor From the 17 million God raised 2 million lost slaved 19 million may we all praise So when we wake up Let's straighten up and get it together For real and keep all getting paper Hook Do what you want I'm still gon' live my life |
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from Raekwon - Immobilarity (1999)
Li-li-live from New York, li-li-live from New York
Is you watchin' what's on my motherfuckin' neck, nigga? Li-li-live from New York, li-li-live from New York Live from New York Yo, yo, all white bolon, the allie pulled on Kept his fade low, rocked swade in the snow Blue Tahoe, a wizard on the keyboard Eyes look bloodshot, Lord, nevermind that, climb the award In the system we just missed 'em Came through bangin' nuthin but Wu, the crowd blitzed 'em Much love, autograph carryin' the Champaigne glasses Crazy asses, niggas on his neck like ski masks Chill steppin' the axe, slash through a little fifty an' crash I wanna drink, knew she'd pocket the cash Buck Samonite hype nigga, Iron Man blowin' the mic You motherfuckin' right, live highlight Then I seen him, nigga was raw, stepped in Bitches flexin' next to him, bad Mexicans What up? Showin' you love, you got a real style Where you from? The Ow, that's Staten Isle, love no doubt Oh, God, he had a take 'bout a hundred Some strange nigga think he had arranged, God gone blunted Pay attention, it's cinch like sacks an' macks He did the knowledge, ran to the bar an' grabbed stacks Now the whole parties bubblin', niggas got love in his bug He had on one glove, rollin' up drugs Him an' his Vikings ran through, stopped played the back Then they walked through, live from New York when niggas hug you Gettin' money an' laced up, live from New York Gettin' reefer to blaze up, live from New York Gettin' niggas to dance, aiyyo an' throw both hands up Won't pull their pants up, live from New York Gettin' money an' laced up, live from New York Gettin' reefer to blaze up, live from New York Gettin' niggas to dance, aiyyo an' throw both hands up Won't pull their pants up, live from New York Yo, yo, Madonna money in our pocket, boatin' in a rocket 'Bout to blast off, we charged like the socket Whips be cleaner than a fuck, jewels basically struck Strait up Brolox style, layin' in the cut Bottles strictly done, ring the alarm Rollie on the arm, arms crossed, two sneakers on Fly shit, Nikes the majority NYC state of mind an' we talk with authority 5 borrows is sterile, still out of town playin' mellow I thought I seen Shalon swade yellow Rippin' it, new six flippin' it, shorty is drip dippin' in it When she sit through dick in it Came to conclusions, what's the solution when your losin'? Respect mine now from the foul line Streets is a part of us, teachin' the seeds through the heart of us Some get locked, that's a scar on us Gettin' money an' laced up, live from New York Gettin' reefer to blaze up, live from New York Gettin' niggas to dance, aiyyo an' throw both hands up Won't pull their pants up, live from New York Gettin' money an' laced up, live from New York Gettin' reefer to blaze up, live from New York Gettin' niggas to dance, aiyyo an' throw both hands up Won't pull their pants up, live from New York Gettin' money an' laced up, live from New York Gettin' reefer to blaze up, live from New York Gettin' niggas to dance, aiyyo an' throw both hands up Won't pull their pants up, live from New York |
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from Raekwon - Immobilarity (1999)
Li-li-live from New York, li-li-live from New York
Is you watchin' what's on my motherfuckin' neck, nigga? Li-li-live from New York, li-li-live from New York Live from New York Yo, yo, all white bolon, the allie pulled on Kept his fade low, rocked swade in the snow Blue Tahoe, a wizard on the keyboard Eyes look bloodshot, Lord, nevermind that, climb the award In the system we just missed 'em Came through bangin' nuthin but Wu, the crowd blitzed 'em Much love, autograph carryin' the Champaigne glasses Crazy asses, niggas on his neck like ski masks Chill steppin' the axe, slash through a little fifty an' crash I wanna drink, knew she'd pocket the cash Buck Samonite hype nigga, Iron Man blowin' the mic You motherfuckin' right, live highlight Then I seen him, nigga was raw, stepped in Bitches flexin' next to him, bad Mexicans What up? Showin' you love, you got a real style Where you from? The Ow, that's Staten Isle, love no doubt Oh, God, he had a take 'bout a hundred Some strange nigga think he had arranged, God gone blunted Pay attention, it's cinch like sacks an' macks He did the knowledge, ran to the bar an' grabbed stacks Now the whole parties bubblin', niggas got love in his bug He had on one glove, rollin' up drugs Him an' his Vikings ran through, stopped played the back Then they walked through, live from New York when niggas hug you Gettin' money an' laced up, live from New York Gettin' reefer to blaze up, live from New York Gettin' niggas to dance, aiyyo an' throw both hands up Won't pull their pants up, live from New York Gettin' money an' laced up, live from New York Gettin' reefer to blaze up, live from New York Gettin' niggas to dance, aiyyo an' throw both hands up Won't pull their pants up, live from New York Yo, yo, Madonna money in our pocket, boatin' in a rocket 'Bout to blast off, we charged like the socket Whips be cleaner than a fuck, jewels basically struck Strait up Brolox style, layin' in the cut Bottles strictly done, ring the alarm Rollie on the arm, arms crossed, two sneakers on Fly shit, Nikes the majority NYC state of mind an' we talk with authority 5 borrows is sterile, still out of town playin' mellow I thought I seen Shalon swade yellow Rippin' it, new six flippin' it, shorty is drip dippin' in it When she sit through dick in it Came to conclusions, what's the solution when your losin'? Respect mine now from the foul line Streets is a part of us, teachin' the seeds through the heart of us Some get locked, that's a scar on us Gettin' money an' laced up, live from New York Gettin' reefer to blaze up, live from New York Gettin' niggas to dance, aiyyo an' throw both hands up Won't pull their pants up, live from New York Gettin' money an' laced up, live from New York Gettin' reefer to blaze up, live from New York Gettin' niggas to dance, aiyyo an' throw both hands up Won't pull their pants up, live from New York Gettin' money an' laced up, live from New York Gettin' reefer to blaze up, live from New York Gettin' niggas to dance, aiyyo an' throw both hands up Won't pull their pants up, live from New York |
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from Raekwon - Immobilarity (1999)
[Song starts with conversation]
Yo Come here you oven head Yo what's the word Dred upstairs Passing all packs escorted from Kinetta ear Yo the nigga's name unknown Kingston, had it sown Never rocked the combs His wig was big Rob robs on the side , little lucky charm Dred with jars , flooded graveyard Brown clarks on Playin feds in the shark bar (la la you ? ? star) With another dred named Gov Both diamond jimmed out Rockin rentals , spittin phlegm out Sucked his teeth , two fingers pointin down What up bonna , passing marijuana to Tanya CEO of Benny-Hanna , He fucked , sent her to Ghana He's Benz nigga , rocked shorts , beige Tims nigga he real Took us to Switzerland , dressed us all ill Smoking ganja , rocked Anacondas , on next border Elantra Sent it to his mama Now that's a major move , the nigga love family wouldn't hand me no drugs , showed me his jammi Bulldog Stanley Flexin on kinal , sit down , do it Chinese style On graduation day he threw me a towel He came through , heavy like fuck , suit flammable Ill pair of gators he copped in Beirut Had his man wit him , just stare , don't stand wit him If assassination strike , he gotta make plans wit him Roll a joint , keep him on point ?Don Troing poing coin? Freaked it , members like that I want to join The next day I heard he got knocked , fucked me all up We felt it on the block , let the seeds rock Peep what the nigga got rocked for Smuggling dust in Rushmore , four more he went to war for Moral of the storo ,conspiracy smacked mortals I'm outta here showin love like Zorro |
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from Raekwon - Immobilarity (1999)
[Song starts with conversation]
Yo Come here you oven head Yo what's the word Dred upstairs Passing all packs escorted from Kinetta ear Yo the nigga's name unknown Kingston, had it sown Never rocked the combs His wig was big Rob robs on the side , little lucky charm Dred with jars , flooded graveyard Brown clarks on Playin feds in the shark bar (la la you ? ? star) With another dred named Gov Both diamond jimmed out Rockin rentals , spittin phlegm out Sucked his teeth , two fingers pointin down What up bonna , passing marijuana to Tanya CEO of Benny-Hanna , He fucked , sent her to Ghana He's Benz nigga , rocked shorts , beige Tims nigga he real Took us to Switzerland , dressed us all ill Smoking ganja , rocked Anacondas , on next border Elantra Sent it to his mama Now that's a major move , the nigga love family wouldn't hand me no drugs , showed me his jammi Bulldog Stanley Flexin on kinal , sit down , do it Chinese style On graduation day he threw me a towel He came through , heavy like fuck , suit flammable Ill pair of gators he copped in Beirut Had his man wit him , just stare , don't stand wit him If assassination strike , he gotta make plans wit him Roll a joint , keep him on point ?Don Troing poing coin? Freaked it , members like that I want to join The next day I heard he got knocked , fucked me all up We felt it on the block , let the seeds rock Peep what the nigga got rocked for Smuggling dust in Rushmore , four more he went to war for Moral of the storo ,conspiracy smacked mortals I'm outta here showin love like Zorro |
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from Raekwon - Immobilarity (1999)
[Raekwon]
Take it off, sho' 'nough kid Take it off We gon' take it from the East to the West to the North to the South Show y'all what it's about Don't make me throw no gun in your mouth You know? How long is your CREAM? This long? Eh yo, his belt got karats in it Swift description, E-320 nigga pitchin Rock a raw dinosaur chain, hang to his thing It's like, he pump isolated, still cashin in CREAM Niggas in the hood hate him, drew a vase of him Blaze 'em, he actin like Shallah raisin him This is hydrogen, son ain't live as him He like Maguyver, chin 4 spies with him Roll relentless, desert that he hold is a gift wish Shash the list, give his miss dick Technique, operation: tech scream Bet CREAM, them alligators jet like a vet swing Nigga like Nicolas Cage with the gauge in your braids 2 cannons that'll spray, rockin banana suede Suck this drunk alcohol dick Fuck y'all niggas with hits We bout to shit on y'all shit [Triflyn] y'all brothas want to call us out? Name names, otherwise it'd be the best to shut the fuck up Get pimp-smacked up, jacked up and macked up You're scared and froze of bein exposed I own Harlem, I bone Harlem, call me the mayor It's my borough, you don't want no problems I'm on now, you dead pop, all jokes aside I ride the top, you glide the bottom Pitfall, 5 foot 9, my dick, balls Shit y'all, leave flat line to stick your's We flip off basic and brace it 8 kills, 47 ways to taste it Never understand what you never been told You did your book bitin off of my scrolls We hit man, Colombo, coats and hats to match Bust off quick, and then, guns go back [Superb] I move like Arthur Ash against God 4 raquets, 8 balls and no practice Every cypher's a heated discussion The industry was like a beat that needed precussion I brun the music, shit that make crews flip State that I'm the illest, this is Q.U. shit I used to heat-hole, now I'm takin over like the repo' Bitches that roll, Cee-Lo that'll sniff a kilo' We went from Frank's and greens to shanks and beans Now we drive our Navigators to banks in Queen's y'all can't fuck around, your words ain't right Every time I touch the mic, they say "Perb ain't right" But that's the truth though, d'oh, infact that's it When they drop this shit, I'm gon' cop that shit The new star, you want me? I'm at the juice bar y'all once hap' niggas, give me 2 stars [Chip Banks] I heard what y'all rappin about, but bring your stash out You shouldn't throw rocks if you livin in glass house Sneak your weak shit at us, on the low though Where these cats come from, speakin about po' He got cash to cop and I'm crashin {*car crashing*} But half of y'all cats just catchin up to Rae' last year Got guns in the jungle, call 'em Jurassic The chrome, the steel, the 20-shot plastic While y'all niggas cop jars, me and my niggas cop bars Gettin head from rock stars We blowin everything apart, I'm smashin the charts How I see it? (Yo, how you see it?) Chorus: Raekwon Eh yo, what you want to be when you grow up? Yo, I want to be a leader Slow your speed up and stop tryin to be us Say somethin always, got a future? Stay out the hallways And get yourself right, a 100 more ways [Rhyme Recca] Fly like iceberg, nice with verbs, precise words Bently swerve, hit the curb, jump out, cock back, spit out Shut your block down, get out, criminal route Gangsta shit, can't talk now, gun in your mouth Cream Team killas, cacoon cats like caterpillars Giant size gorillas, break niggas backs from the skrilla Scratch, greenback track, Fed's berserk That's my word, disrespect Recca, get what you deserve Inferno, melt down mic's, millionaire in my afterlife Broke bread with Christ on the last night Apocalypse, sleep with 4-5th, 2 clips Passport, cellphone with the removable micro-chip Specialist, 40-karat Sicillian necklace Matching bracelet, Cream Team crisp the basic |
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from Raekwon - Immobilarity (1999)
[Raekwon]
Take it off, sho' 'nough kid Take it off We gon' take it from the East to the West to the North to the South Show y'all what it's about Don't make me throw no gun in your mouth You know? How long is your CREAM? This long? Eh yo, his belt got karats in it Swift description, E-320 nigga pitchin Rock a raw dinosaur chain, hang to his thing It's like, he pump isolated, still cashin in CREAM Niggas in the hood hate him, drew a vase of him Blaze 'em, he actin like Shallah raisin him This is hydrogen, son ain't live as him He like Maguyver, chin 4 spies with him Roll relentless, desert that he hold is a gift wish Shash the list, give his miss dick Technique, operation: tech scream Bet CREAM, them alligators jet like a vet swing Nigga like Nicolas Cage with the gauge in your braids 2 cannons that'll spray, rockin banana suede Suck this drunk alcohol dick Fuck y'all niggas with hits We bout to shit on y'all shit [Triflyn] y'all brothas want to call us out? Name names, otherwise it'd be the best to shut the fuck up Get pimp-smacked up, jacked up and macked up You're scared and froze of bein exposed I own Harlem, I bone Harlem, call me the mayor It's my borough, you don't want no problems I'm on now, you dead pop, all jokes aside I ride the top, you glide the bottom Pitfall, 5 foot 9, my dick, balls Shit y'all, leave flat line to stick your's We flip off basic and brace it 8 kills, 47 ways to taste it Never understand what you never been told You did your book bitin off of my scrolls We hit man, Colombo, coats and hats to match Bust off quick, and then, guns go back [Superb] I move like Arthur Ash against God 4 raquets, 8 balls and no practice Every cypher's a heated discussion The industry was like a beat that needed precussion I brun the music, shit that make crews flip State that I'm the illest, this is Q.U. shit I used to heat-hole, now I'm takin over like the repo' Bitches that roll, Cee-Lo that'll sniff a kilo' We went from Frank's and greens to shanks and beans Now we drive our Navigators to banks in Queen's y'all can't fuck around, your words ain't right Every time I touch the mic, they say "Perb ain't right" But that's the truth though, d'oh, infact that's it When they drop this shit, I'm gon' cop that shit The new star, you want me? I'm at the juice bar y'all once hap' niggas, give me 2 stars [Chip Banks] I heard what y'all rappin about, but bring your stash out You shouldn't throw rocks if you livin in glass house Sneak your weak shit at us, on the low though Where these cats come from, speakin about po' He got cash to cop and I'm crashin {*car crashing*} But half of y'all cats just catchin up to Rae' last year Got guns in the jungle, call 'em Jurassic The chrome, the steel, the 20-shot plastic While y'all niggas cop jars, me and my niggas cop bars Gettin head from rock stars We blowin everything apart, I'm smashin the charts How I see it? (Yo, how you see it?) Chorus: Raekwon Eh yo, what you want to be when you grow up? Yo, I want to be a leader Slow your speed up and stop tryin to be us Say somethin always, got a future? Stay out the hallways And get yourself right, a 100 more ways [Rhyme Recca] Fly like iceberg, nice with verbs, precise words Bently swerve, hit the curb, jump out, cock back, spit out Shut your block down, get out, criminal route Gangsta shit, can't talk now, gun in your mouth Cream Team killas, cacoon cats like caterpillars Giant size gorillas, break niggas backs from the skrilla Scratch, greenback track, Fed's berserk That's my word, disrespect Recca, get what you deserve Inferno, melt down mic's, millionaire in my afterlife Broke bread with Christ on the last night Apocalypse, sleep with 4-5th, 2 clips Passport, cellphone with the removable micro-chip Specialist, 40-karat Sicillian necklace Matching bracelet, Cream Team crisp the basic |
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from Raekwon - Immobilarity (1999)
[Chorus:]
Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at ya door Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at ya door Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at ya door Start to scream out loud, Cream Team's back for more Nine hundred dollars on the glass table Wally Clark Gable unable Blow it on a grey goose Picture that, elephant skin Cartier glasses dim What's that? Gold around the rim Hollywoodizin', without goin' Hollywood Polly for all, Cream Team playas in the hood Stop that scrutenizin', naturize See my paper rise, promotin' it at Lakeshore Drive Trickin' at the shark bar, God Make sure the collar greens got turkey bars par, we got you Allah Rare start grappin' the hair, playin' Cuban Linx Spinnin' like the swivel chair, yea No question The peeps flippin', actin' like she wanted me to pipe her And they got you jealous, claimin' that you never liked her Then I found out why'all was too many dykers Now I'm hyper, beggin' you to hook me with a cypher See me in the tunnel and you trouble me Get my dick hard dancin', sippin' my bubbly Yo, beat me in the head, talkin' 'bout how you got a man that can't get freaky as I want to be No talk, Giant Size in the game Colt forty five, appliance in the game Tyra's in the game, huh? Relyin on money, to make sure that my environment change [Chorus: Repeat 2X] 2:15 and I'm blasted, smack that ass kid Light skin, what up? Stop splashin' Slang got niggas in the choke hold Freakin' their coats, got $64,000 on clothes, yo Wu-Wear jackets and hats, relaxin', bets play that Ping-pong champion cats, what? Chantin' out Walk Myers Yo, the weather is nice, flex the Benz With $10,000 in flyers The squelli I'm for in the six range things Make the loyalist cats, Flipmode do strange things Switch like change lanes, chains, rings and glaciers Stay phat in it Man, I can't stand them chicks, I dig for Vanson Play a brother close to Puff is Branson Ice work, gleamin' I'm catchin' them, glancin' I play 'em no mon', 'bout to bar dance 'em White bitches with Banky like, "You handsome" Flyin' to the hills, to fuck in the mansion Only one way you spendin' the night in here tonight *singing* If your head is right Dance turn into a romance Dance turn into a romance Get up, get down, move around, cover ground Throw it on the brother now, you swore I had your mother on the ground High rollers that know us Crisp pop, gift shop, hollas that rock Polo's Here they hold they shoulders, yo Lay it like a chain be on, we on Cream Team Play on, with all grey on, flavor like crayon [Chorus: Repeat 3X] |
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from Raekwon - Immobilarity (1999)
[Chorus:]
Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at ya door Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at ya door Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at ya door Start to scream out loud, Cream Team's back for more Nine hundred dollars on the glass table Wally Clark Gable unable Blow it on a grey goose Picture that, elephant skin Cartier glasses dim What's that? Gold around the rim Hollywoodizin', without goin' Hollywood Polly for all, Cream Team playas in the hood Stop that scrutenizin', naturize See my paper rise, promotin' it at Lakeshore Drive Trickin' at the shark bar, God Make sure the collar greens got turkey bars par, we got you Allah Rare start grappin' the hair, playin' Cuban Linx Spinnin' like the swivel chair, yea No question The peeps flippin', actin' like she wanted me to pipe her And they got you jealous, claimin' that you never liked her Then I found out why'all was too many dykers Now I'm hyper, beggin' you to hook me with a cypher See me in the tunnel and you trouble me Get my dick hard dancin', sippin' my bubbly Yo, beat me in the head, talkin' 'bout how you got a man that can't get freaky as I want to be No talk, Giant Size in the game Colt forty five, appliance in the game Tyra's in the game, huh? Relyin on money, to make sure that my environment change [Chorus: Repeat 2X] 2:15 and I'm blasted, smack that ass kid Light skin, what up? Stop splashin' Slang got niggas in the choke hold Freakin' their coats, got $64,000 on clothes, yo Wu-Wear jackets and hats, relaxin', bets play that Ping-pong champion cats, what? Chantin' out Walk Myers Yo, the weather is nice, flex the Benz With $10,000 in flyers The squelli I'm for in the six range things Make the loyalist cats, Flipmode do strange things Switch like change lanes, chains, rings and glaciers Stay phat in it Man, I can't stand them chicks, I dig for Vanson Play a brother close to Puff is Branson Ice work, gleamin' I'm catchin' them, glancin' I play 'em no mon', 'bout to bar dance 'em White bitches with Banky like, "You handsome" Flyin' to the hills, to fuck in the mansion Only one way you spendin' the night in here tonight *singing* If your head is right Dance turn into a romance Dance turn into a romance Get up, get down, move around, cover ground Throw it on the brother now, you swore I had your mother on the ground High rollers that know us Crisp pop, gift shop, hollas that rock Polo's Here they hold they shoulders, yo Lay it like a chain be on, we on Cream Team Play on, with all grey on, flavor like crayon [Chorus: Repeat 3X] |
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from Raekwon - Immobilarity (1999)
Smash you gorilla
That's right, that's right A hundred and ninety-six million Nine hundred and forty thousand Square miles, on this planet Fresh outta New York [Verse 1:] Rollie what's up son Noodles had a problem He called Lucky Hands lab saying niggas mobbed him Max was on the outskirt trickin' in DC Blaze had a shorty in his lab gettin' weed for free That night I was in the cut alone zoned out Suggest I rock a utility vest when I'm bonin' out Yeah you know it, Bobby told me before Keep the heat by the side of the door Ready for military war Numerous cats, niggas is uterus Who this, claimin' that he looking for Louis Rich Diamond a young king doing his thing Big safes out in Beijing Aqua green thing One connect had turned on him God, shit got realer than a fuck Crackers up state want him Marshalls came through the hood that night Bagged my man Chaz 32 bags he copped flight Now he upstate baggin' niggas House and Air Maxs big ACs Won the Oscar award for crabbing niggas Now all y'all niggas get to laugh now Who got the last laugh now Hit his stash house [Bridge:] It's called real life Y'all niggas betta see the light fast pa Real life, it don't cost nothin' just to blast Real life, lay down son you won't last Real life [Repeat x2] [Verse 2:] February tenth day on a Wednesday It's like grimsday Russian hats rocking it the Benz way That day we got guns on us Jakes want us, Playin' Einstein lenses and Auroras Little meek caught us Couple of francs, peep the blue Taurus What up tuck your chain they came for us Jumped out big nines and some hard bottles Eyes of hate finally meeting up wid the stakes It was who I thought it was 2 pair of Clarks one pair of Lugz Wit the hardbottom nigga with the snub Cocked it, where rock at, stop that Violate this cipher pa we'll definitely strike back All of us right there slight fear in our heart Blink we take it right there Doing our thing apart Broad jumped out tryin' to run shit Spoken loud words all we want is his head He did some dumb shit Beef from Miami now Damn yo big head Lance in some wild shit Noodles caught the stair down Now it came back to me yo Handle it wise and brutally yo Put down your tooly and talk like men No shots rang yo, hittin' the ground like mangoes Swiss cheese the thirty-G dorango Few weeks later son seem 'em all.. I mean 'em all.. [Bridge: x2] It's called real life Y'all niggas betta see the light fast pa Real life, it don't cost nothin' just to blast Real life, lay down son you won't last Real life [Repeat x2] |
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from Raekwon - Immobilarity (1999)
Smash you gorilla
That's right, that's right A hundred and ninety-six million Nine hundred and forty thousand Square miles, on this planet Fresh outta New York [Verse 1:] Rollie what's up son Noodles had a problem He called Lucky Hands lab saying niggas mobbed him Max was on the outskirt trickin' in DC Blaze had a shorty in his lab gettin' weed for free That night I was in the cut alone zoned out Suggest I rock a utility vest when I'm bonin' out Yeah you know it, Bobby told me before Keep the heat by the side of the door Ready for military war Numerous cats, niggas is uterus Who this, claimin' that he looking for Louis Rich Diamond a young king doing his thing Big safes out in Beijing Aqua green thing One connect had turned on him God, shit got realer than a fuck Crackers up state want him Marshalls came through the hood that night Bagged my man Chaz 32 bags he copped flight Now he upstate baggin' niggas House and Air Maxs big ACs Won the Oscar award for crabbing niggas Now all y'all niggas get to laugh now Who got the last laugh now Hit his stash house [Bridge:] It's called real life Y'all niggas betta see the light fast pa Real life, it don't cost nothin' just to blast Real life, lay down son you won't last Real life [Repeat x2] [Verse 2:] February tenth day on a Wednesday It's like grimsday Russian hats rocking it the Benz way That day we got guns on us Jakes want us, Playin' Einstein lenses and Auroras Little meek caught us Couple of francs, peep the blue Taurus What up tuck your chain they came for us Jumped out big nines and some hard bottles Eyes of hate finally meeting up wid the stakes It was who I thought it was 2 pair of Clarks one pair of Lugz Wit the hardbottom nigga with the snub Cocked it, where rock at, stop that Violate this cipher pa we'll definitely strike back All of us right there slight fear in our heart Blink we take it right there Doing our thing apart Broad jumped out tryin' to run shit Spoken loud words all we want is his head He did some dumb shit Beef from Miami now Damn yo big head Lance in some wild shit Noodles caught the stair down Now it came back to me yo Handle it wise and brutally yo Put down your tooly and talk like men No shots rang yo, hittin' the ground like mangoes Swiss cheese the thirty-G dorango Few weeks later son seem 'em all.. I mean 'em all.. [Bridge: x2] It's called real life Y'all niggas betta see the light fast pa Real life, it don't cost nothin' just to blast Real life, lay down son you won't last Real life [Repeat x2] |
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from Raekwon - Immobilarity (1999)
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I'm not payin 140 for them (size 8 and a half) I'm tellin you I'm only payin 90 (that's what you keep spendin your money on) Yeah That's for real [Verse 1] Ayo , ayo Who wear it all I'm an addidas freak Multi thousand pair of sneak freak Real fly physique that'll look yea , fat watch , live footwear Have the white folks displaying my gear C'mon son let's keep it movin right footwear , check out my book yea Stop , look , stand and you stuck but don't stick Come aboard now , we got the Georgetowns , it's on now So many phat styles , make a kid's head fall out Yo Filas , those too par I'm supposed to Always keep it real with the selection , holdin you Prince black Jordans , K-Swiss gear , remember lottos Stash mad bottles , in the fence ooh the odora Anita place me your order , slow your speed down Buyin food for your daughter Stan Smiths , handlin whips , grapple pits , travel fox yo Ready to cop more shit CHORUS 2X: [various scratches that refer to sneakers] [Verse 2] Fly royals , got love for a ?member a six? , we do the basics Stood out , slide em on , taste it wild lace in these Ciconi's and ponies , Spa built mix wit ? ? ? Keep it real , heav set , head set , intellect set Black Mutombos , Columbo on the set , internet Plus Pumas and Patricks infrarensics , switch up the black shit Green Araccis , unattached shit , 575 blue bals , blue bals Bo Jacksons gray and black , ready to throw my hands flashin Ewings, Barkleys , Lex use an entertainer , forget Air Cross Trainer Free container , Polos , Mark 5s and the leases , the fly pieces Shit be on the back mad features Hoyas, caught ?? in the tonic , feeling bionic Design it with my fly garments , what up CHORUS 2X |
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