Only Built 4 Cuban Linx

Intro: raekwon, ghostface

*sniff* *drumbeat* *long sniff*
Plug, *sniff* word yo
*snort* word yo, *s-snort* youknowhati'msayin?
*sniff* you know, you know we had the baddest motherfuckin
*long sniff* unit back in the days, kid!
No doubt, no doubt, i know that son, i know that
You know that, you know what i'm sayin?
I miss all my niggaz, though, believe me
And i'll never forget none of them
Word up, word up
Stovetop, roofside, you know what i'm sayin
I had these motherfuckin, all these wild-ass niggaz man
You know what i'm sayin, lb?
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Shit is wild overall, youknowhati'msayin god?
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Word up, youknowhati'msayin?
You know how we do, word up
So you let my shit go on the count of three, though
Youknowhati'msayin?

Verse one: raekwon

Fake niggaz throw shit in they drinks
Club nights we snatch linx politic, africans and chinks
While world of sport niggaz snort coke by the seconds
Niggaz projects filled with fiends injectin
Morphine, the god seen more cream, and upstate
Cousin reek, almost got hit with fourteen
Chill pah, the god'll be a star when you come home
Light bones and let you rock my 3g stone
So, see cousin, yo i was workin, cats i'm jerkin
And uptown these niggaz actin like they hurtin
Keys twenty-four a brick
Columbians be on some bullshit, that's why poppy got hit
Stay tuned, word up, i hope to see you in june
By the way, i seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room
Skeyed up, weed the fuck up, to top it off
Look beat up, with two crack fiends huggin your seed up
I took care of that, though, but don't worry bout it
I got your back though

Chorus: raekwon

Yo why's my niggas always yellin that broke shit
Let's get money son, now you wanna smoke shit
Chill god, yo the son don't chill allah
What's today's mathematic son? knowledge god

Verse two: raekwon

Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in gravesmere
Hit a store owner named mike lavonia
Italiano, slanted-eyed bangin them fat milano
Selling coke right out the bottle
Sometime, a nigga brought nines to test with minds
Crazy peace, buying keys in greece
Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures
Condo with his chick, rockin the gold vigor
Mafia flicks, tyin up tricks was his main hobby
Teachin his seed, wu-tang karate
Mixin drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks
Night time rollin with spics
Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank
Took sixteen shots in his fist to bank
And his pet piranha, he named him marijuana
Smokin ganja, callin his weed paisandra
Claimin new york was ancient babylon
Where the sky stayed the color of grey, like her-on
I can't front though, truck loads of indo
Soon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-hoe

Chorus 2x
*pause*
Chorus

Outro: raekwon

Yeah uh huh, uh huh, miami niggaz
Word up, show your love
Yeah y'all, yeah y'all, yeah
Word up, london, europe, africa
Word up, the fifty-two states, yeah
Catch me later, word up, yeah, yeah
About to make moves and slide like grease
Moves and slide like grease
Moves

Intro: [lp version]

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

Intro two: raekwon the chef

Knock niggaz out the box all the time
Bitches on my motherfuckin records pah
Big ones, yeah, big fuckers
Straight up, fuck your whole team
Yeah bust it
Yo, yo, fly g.i. niggaz

Chorus: raekwon the chef

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

Verse one: raekwon the chef

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 kinetic

Chorus

Verse two: raekwon the chef

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 chicks be burnin like chlorine
Niggaz recognize from here to baltimore to fort greene
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
Wit 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 rappage
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

Chorus

Verse three: raekwon the chef

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, swithc 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!

Chorus

...politic ditto
...get lifted in the staircases

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 c rae and ghostface
Congratulations chef, let's celebrate and sip an eighth

Verse three: u-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*

*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 millenia 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!

Intro: inspectah deck

Allow me to demonstrate the skill of shaolin
The special technique of shadowboxing

Poisonous, poisonous (word word word)
I should slap all y'all niggaz for coming in my fuckin face with that shit
Alright cool yeah, go ahead man...
Poisonous

Verse one: inspectah deck a.k.a. rebel ins

Poisonous paragraphs, smash ya phonograph
In half, it be the inspectah deck on the warpath
First class leavin mics with a cast
Causin ruckus like the aftermath when guns blast
Run fast, here comes the verbal assaulta
Rhymes runnin wild like a child in a walker
I scored from the inner slums abroad
And my thoughts are razor sharp i sliced the mic from the cord
First they criticize, but now they have become
Mentally paralyzed with hits that i devise
Now i testify, the rest is i, rebel ins
Ya highness, blessed to electrify
With voltage of an eel, truth that i reveal'll
Crush the amateurs who screamed to keep it real
Caesar black down hoodied up and fatigues
Part time minor leagues receive third degrees
Attack like a wolf pack, once i pull back
Then guard you, and bust through like a fullback

Verse two: ghostface killer a.k.a. tony starks

Yo, you fourteen carat gold slum computer wizard
Tappin inside my rap vein causes blizzards
Do i like the kills for ice trife like botta digits
Gorillas injected with strength of eighty midgets
The earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends
Let my peeps in, niggaz gaspin swallowin aspirins
What a dosage, you overdosed in rap
High explosives my post-its hypnotize with hypnosis
I sell goods, my whole clan is on the run like natural born killers
Record-breaking the album thriller
Now access the jig who has bombs and rocket launchers
Float like dope killer bees is what i sponsor
Ya entrepeneur, pens and gear like shakespeare
When i fuck i grab hair, collect drawers as souveneirs
Fuck yeah, my crew down german beers
My career is based on guns, throwin cats in wheelchairs
Etcetera, damage any lame ass competitor
Who try to front, get broken and passed like leathers
Whatever hot hardheads get shattered like mirrors
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter ya feathers
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic
Blew my family overseas in mansions
If rap was crack, fully packed i be tour cats
Tax the kingpin of the rap drug traffickin
Village niggaz get slapped in manhattan
For rappin, big ghost steps off laffin

(were you just using the wu-tang school method against me?
I've learned so many styles, forgive me)

Verse three: raekwon the chef a.k.a. lou diamonds

Sit back relax, fake niggaz don't get turns
Watch me massage ya brain with slang that's king
Projects filled with young men cause threats
Who is that? thousand dollar chains and techs
Focus, the brokest niggaz of life shit
These mics is like cocaine sun, check the suicidal hype shit
Exchange mad blunts taste the sweepstakes
Keepin up on fakes outta state for cakes
No doubt, plus nobody amount, we making dough off of
Puttin fifty on the land and allah, it's like that
Pull ya shoes up black, matta of fact just adapt
Tie up, ya black nike's and tight hats
Corners, stay surrounded with foreigners
Whattup dread? feds caught you grudgin for his bread
But regardless, peace to jail niggaz with charges
Unify layin in the guard with la
My clan done ran from japan to atlanta, with stamina
Clingers and gamblers, and gram handlers
Tical like the isle, so god, let's get steamed
Infrared guard yo' beem, so seek nuff respect
Rude bwoy you bet, keep it movin par shallah
Pro black like tar
Designin the fly shit and stay shinin and
The rza pours more beats than cristal's fine wine
Concrete raps go to black
With 50 other niggaz on the other side of the map
Knew it's all good and all done what, we want some
Mike tyson of this rap shit, pullin out macs for fun

Verse four: the genius/gza a.k.a. maximillion

The nigga don't get mad, i got mad styles of my own
And it's shown when my hands grip the chrome microphone
Verbally i catch bodies with cordless shotties
Intriguin emcees, i keep em trained like potties
I bomb facts, my sword is an axe
To split backs invisible, like dope fiend tracks
Sky's the limit, niggaz are timid, and nobody knows
How we move like wolfs in sheep clothes
Producin data, microchips or software
Undaground and off air, the land of the lost
Notorious henchman from the north
Strikin niggaz where the mason-dixon line crossed

Intro:

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

[raekwon, ghostface, (method)]

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: method man

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 cuz he shine like one

Verse one: method man, a.k.a. johnny blaze

Check it
Scriptures hit the body like sawed off shotties
Like my hair notty and my nosepiece 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

Verse two: raekwon the chef, a.k.a. lou diamonds

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

[meth]
Wu roll together as one
I call my brother sun cuz he shine like one

Verse three: rza, a.k.a. bobby steels

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 millenium 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

Verse four: master killer

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
Cuz 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

Verse five: ghostface killer, a.k.a. tony starks

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 8 million
Robbed the brinks and i labelled in royal pavillions
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...

Intro: [lp version]

Yeah
Yo son we gotta take it and go get the clarks man
Yo, check it out, yo
Yo, i got a new, wooooo!!! niggaz don't even know son
Yo check the joint
Boom, yo i got a crazy idea how to do clarks now
Check it out, boom, this how you freak em, boom
You go get you go get the cream joints right? boom
Now now, all you all you dye, is this shit right here
Boom, and this, yaknowhati'msayin? any color you want
But it'd be like, blue and cream, yaknowhati'msayin?
Shit like that, niggaz don't even know this stuff
Word is bond i'ma rock niggaz this summer, on the real
Knowhati'msayin? yo son, i had crazy visions
Check it out check it out check it out, boom
Just imagine if you buy, ooooh!! check it out
Just imagine you bought navy blue, right
A navy blue, a navy blue pair right, boom
Of this, of this shit, knowhati'msayin?
But dye gold top and got cream on top
Then you can have any color like
But you gotta drip it like it's marble cake...

Intro two: raekwon the chef

Knowhati'msayin? yeah yeah yeah yeah
Check it, yo, yo, yo, yo

Verse one: raekwon the chef

Stand on the block reebok gun cocked
Avalance rock get paid off mass murderous services
Chef break em, watch the alley cats bake em
Watch the alley cats bake em
Four-nine made em, jah create em take em
Quick fast we reflect like the sky be blue true
Wu-tang saga continue
Grab myer lansky crashin fantasy
Get high fellas, stand by, 'here's the plan, see?'
Sit back collectin' tecs n checks and
Blowin slow in a montaro flexin
Beats break heavily word to ins bless me
Blow me like three bags of cess
For real from the killa hill locked and caged in
We're swarm representatives, reactin like paid men
Strive for why's, nine lives in lies
Max sell and enjoy the highs -- what

Chorus/break:

[raekwon the chef] the treasure is the glaciers of ice
[ghostface] orginal man
[raekwon/ghost] posess the power to hold g's guns and grams
[ghostface] caker baker
[raekwon the chef] pull off a keystone caper
Point out the baddest bitch in the crowd
[raekwon/ghost] and i'm a scrape her

Verse two: master killer

Proceed with caution as you enter the symphony
Degrees of pulse will increase intensely
Syndrome was caused by the deadly drums
But the battle was won by swords being swung
Slicing with a vocal
From the international vocalist
Ya style is too local
To fuck with this
All fits of antagonists
No assistance movin motionless
Mysterious swiftness
Thoughts roll down the shaft of the brain
Mental gives the signal to the physical
Whirlwind kicks and hits from every angle
Violent temperments
Uncountenance dented
Poison vintage wine rhymes i invented
Chumped by the drunken punches that punches the heart
Vital sparks from the arteries start

Verse three: ghostface killer

The treasure is the glaciers of ice original man
Posess the power of hold g's guns and grams
Straight up and down it's all good
Peace to them check castin chain snatchin gun flashin
Niggaz in the hood bubblin good
Analyze stocks, we'll be buyin lion heads and cloths
To all my house bitches, starks will be home soon
I'm on tour chill, catch you ninety-six in june
But until then my ten-man team be safe
Chill on the whips to settle this, we can all get laced
Take a boat cruise, sip daquiris and max swimmin pools
Fly jewels wally shoes blow stacks relax kid
Black kids got a cravin for grapes until we get back
I'm packed leave the mac that you're with
But whatever, i gotta hit other sides of the earth
Spread wu-ness, foolish, civilization's cursed
But luckily i'm born to be wild and aure-al
Move crowds collect twenty thou and then we out
Heavy convoys my crew keep pretty boys paranoid
Blow like a steroid pat dan's they're akyroid
My seeds growin his seeds marry his seeds
That's how we keep wu-tang money all up in the family

Chorus [all done by ghostface]

Outro: ghostface

My seeds growin his seeds marry his seeds
That's how we keep wu-tang money all up in the family

{it's been a long time...
Since wu-tang family came to shine...}

Intro: raekwon, talking to poppa wu
Ol dirty bastard singing in the background

You know god, i just been, youknowhati'msayin?
Doin my regular thing man
So i'ma get back up with you though baby
Knowhati'msayin? you know you my nigga kid
I'ma always come through for you baby
Yo man, you gotta understand, this shit is real though man
All the time, word
Yo man, that's you man
Yo peace rae, peace god!
(we've got the powers to resurrect the dead)
Whassup baby? god damn, look at you man
Damn god, i got a shit out you man
Man, i done watched you man, since you was a little crumbsnatcher
A little weed-hopper running around here man
Look at you baby, you look good
(we've got the powers to resurrect the dead)
Understand, i watched you go through a lot of trials and tribulations
But you know something, like i used to always tell you baby
A good listener's a good learner
(g-o-d's my reality)
I see you listened very well, understand?
(i'm elevating strong and i'm gonna go on to the highest degree)
Your time is coming baby
See sometime, it could be like, a rear view
Youknowhati'msayin? and people don't know when their blessing comes
But i watch you grow, man you is a very intelligent man
Man, i watched you when i used to sit down and you would
Trick me out my money shootin dice, niggaz is you crazy?
Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
(g-o-d's my reality)
Crazy you crazy man
Yo rae, you remember that shit man?
When we used to be down there in the hills and shit man?
(i'm elevating strong i'm gonna go on to the highest degree)
And you'd catch it, from old man freed
He'd be yelling "you little slick ass"
Ha ha ha ha
Talk to me baby, knowhati'msayin?
Ha ha ha ha
I've been through all them things, man i'm watchin you growin
But remember one thing rae like i used to tell you
The child you was is making you the man you is today
And if you don't know where you came from baby
You damn sure know that you don't know where you going
Can you see what i'm saying?
Know which way you travelling
(we've got the powers to resurrect the dead)
You understand? and follow that destiny, follow the light
And it'll set you free
(ohh, g-o-d's my reality)
Cause i've watched you baby
You my main man
Yeah
(we're elevating strong and we're going on to the highest degree)

Now that could be the wu-tang production
Start to knuckle up and, gun shots start to click the block's duckin
Could it be, and would it be, that we was babies
Catchin, rabies, niggaz seem to act crazy
Day one, in my spot july the tenth
I had a mint, stickin up devines hittin them with nines
I was toxie, from layin up in roxie's all night
This nigga bust a shot, lick my man's wife
It was havoc i contact the abbot
He shook the shoulder though, then he passed the phat chrome automatic
We goin to war, you know we headed to the floor
He woulda, did it, for me fuck it, let's mosie
Schemin dough, with the p.l.o., wrapped on tight
Sayin in my mic "yo we gotta go"
My first impression was to add some lessons
Question, one, what made you even show your gun and blow the session?
He replied and rocked the green eye
And yo, he started, yellin "them niggaz sellin two for fives!"
But he's a goner and i got my corner
What, i'm feedin my babies, cash rules for mortal daughters

Yeah, rae baby
Feedin my babies, cash rules for mortal daughters
Only god is the son of man
(we've got the powers to ressurrect the dead)
I'll say it one time, and be ceratin that fake god does not exist
(ohh, g-o-d's my reality)
(i'm elevating strong we're gonna go on to the highest degree)
This is why the universe, has itself balanced the scale
Of devine knowledge, and it was measured by the portion
Of solid knowledge
No man, can judge for another
But each man must weigh all facts and circumstances
And find truth in his own judgment of righteousness
See, the way to evil, balance equality in no man
For no man is good and bad at the same time
Either you good, or you bad

Intro: raekwon, ghost

So that's it kid, youknowhati'msayin? right here, lights out
Yo yo hold up let me talk to this cat
Yo kid, whattup starks, whattup?
Ay ay, whassup? whassup baby?
Ay yo yo yo kid, ay yo yo
I just seen this kid over there over there, right over there
While you're, while you're filmin that shit
I know he ain't down with your team
Who?
Don't know, some sk-skinny lookin, big-head nigga, youknowhati'msayin?
That nigga ain't fuckin with heads though
Yo son, i just seen five fiends around a nigga son
Fuck, we gotta, we gotta go
C'mon fuckit, let's go over there, i'ma show this nigga right
Hold up wait up wait up, jiggy comin
Three deep niggaz
Fuck
Think niggaz don't know what the fuck's goin on
Come on, come on, right over here
Right on
There they go, right there
That's them right there kid
That cat?
Word up
Aiyyo kid?
You're right behind him
What the fuck is you doin man huh? huh?
[the fuck you talkin to?]
Talkin to you man!
Talkin to you what?
[you ain't talkin to me]
What the fuck you talkin about?
Yo, open your hand man, what the fuck is that in your hand man?
[what? huh?]
*fight ensues*
*smack* what the fuck, the fuck i say?
Aiyyo c'mere! c'mere!
Motherfu...
C'mere
Yeah it's my shit, my shit
Get up
Yo grab that nigga, grab him
*gun fires*
Yo shit! *gun fires* move son! move! *gun fires repeatedly* move move!
Go ahead! get him! ohh shit!
Ohh shit, ohh shit, yo
Yo man, yo son i'm hit
Man son, i'm hit
Yo son?
Son i'm hit
Damn son, you bleedin son, bad son
Aiyyo grab this grab this take this take this
Take this take this, i'ma go over to god's house 'fore the cops come
I'ma throw this shit away man
Go ahead son, go ahead son, just go ahead
Man fuck that, man seventeen son
Yo son
Get the fuck outta here man
Damn son
Go ahead man, i'm dying go ahead
Hold that shit son
Yo, go ahead go ahead, nigga try to assassinate me man...

Intro: raekwon the chef

It's the remix son
Can it be, act like you know
Check it

Verse one: ghostface killer

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:

{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

Word up! what the fuck yo?
We taking you on another chamber
Word up son, you know how we be on it
Yeah it's real
Show these crabs how to rhyme man
I think it's time to bless them, word up
Bulletproof
First chamber
Yo chef yo

Verse two: 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?}

Outro:

Yeah, for real
Murderous material stacked up
Peace to mazes, for real
Meditating on life
Gold, word up y'all
Crazy fly, dedication, to my people
Word up, peace to all my brothers that i ain't gonna see no more
Peace to brothers on the island, up north
Word up
Straight up, i love you boy, it's on like that
Word up, word up
Peace to man woman and child
Word up
I got you covered baby, i'm here for you
Project, check it
Projects peoples one love
Keep your head clear, we out of here
We move in silence
Bad boys, creating, the muderous stacks for your headpiece
Baldheads, braids, blowouts
Yo
Fly chicks
It's the remix y'all
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, battle, beats all types of shit
For real y'all