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fk that s**t Raekwon
Do that s**t
fk them ...
Whats up playboy
nigg*, you doing you're thing
nigg*, go ahead
Chorus: Raekwon
Yeah, them fake duels
Any real baby make moves
Pay dues, girls who relate rock shoes yo
d*mn, them 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 girls crime on my right
I'm marvelous extra large
Threw y'all f*gg*t in the game
and now y'all 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 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 on post
Yellin out "how ya nigg* 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 nigg* yo, collect currency yo
Could lock a bank up, IRS can suck d*ck straight up
Had dosche, oil of olay, play nigg* lay
??? a cheap s**t, crush them like clay
Van d*mn hammers, 2000 Jaguar, cameras
The little s**t, seeing what you're plan was
Made y'all go platinum
I made y'all flow happen
Lets battle for cash captain
Remember, the cold giant on the set
Lyin on you're d*ck, play for real take it care of'ya ex
Thats right I'm hungry, this go out to y'all alumni
f*gg*t 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 dislikin me
Challenge my style politely, thats 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 girls
The Blair Witch rich nigg* vision, comprehension
Listen, its called slang optimism
Connect dots, is large you can't see us
Y'all select cops, screamin bars on your drops yo
d*mn, what the world became of
A nigg* buy a chain and he think he a thug
Here drink a slug (*ppppsssshhhh*)
Major call it, y'all is like a bar
I'm the war wick paw, straight up assorted
Yo, just a bark from the tree of life
ain't eatin right
Give 'em a taste and let 'em see the light
Chorus: Repeat x3
Raekwon
...Ain't sayin nothin
