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1. _ Box In Hand
ft. Raekwon, Method Man [Intro: sung] Wu Tang will survive, no no no-no no no Wu Tang will survive Cause every time they flip a party You know the party screams and shouts Cause you... DAMN! Aw, TC that was the bomb... [Ghostface] Get all my peoples,get all my peoples headphones All of em Lay em a death warrant Aaaah, yo, show it off, kid, show em, what, what Let em have it, bust it, hey yo, hey yo [Verse One: Raekwon] Blend wine, who want to win mine Shorty get a ten-round for floatin With the richest, huh Flexed out, Flinstone style Your crimi-nal pen pal kidnapped Loud, jetted the Mosyin, posin for them niggaz up in Poland Rollin wax style museum, G 'em Them richest niggaz bless this Like Russian cut VVS's Slide the hatchback, black were finessing this Them niggaz over there know, Gazelle goggles And them Lottos, 88 style, throwin' bottles (bottles) Scenario rap, rap imperial, material (uh, yo yo, yo, yo) Murderin' cats is like that real [Verse Two: Ghostface] Yo come do me somethin word to Michelob peep the Land Rov' Sleeper hold club faggots lay your dome on a stove It's like space kid, the whole world is pitch black, granola rap Dough got smaller famous team, walked up in Photomat Black down, numerous rounds, boots is brown Getaway driver, this white bitch from out of town We love horse races shakin Jakes and high-speed chases Porno stations, drinkin violations, God relations 90 minute Maxell tapes, instrumental breaks Bangin earaches, lay my verse down in two takes The speaker pops, the Winchester rifle's in the kitchen Murder the DJ's eyes twitchin, woofer hissin [Interlude: Raekwon] Yo, he's strong armin, manipulatin niggaz, scrapin niggaz Takin play from niggaz, hate fakin niggaz, yo you hear me? The whole shit's like wrestling What you dare me? Back the fuck up kid, we flexin [Verse Three: Method Man] This rap shit bust yo' gums, and leave you stunned Pull your plug, now you can't function There's no to-tal or sum to this equa-tion, you fro-zen Many may come but few are cho-sen Pretty niggaz want to play the war po-sin When the ruckus come, they be the first to get their shine stolen Do or die, it be I, Meta-physical Man Holding court from my Wu, indivisible clan I see your thoughts and your hand reachin It's getting deep in this mud Cats heat seekin, for one blood Nameless thugs with aimless slugs, shootin at these stank bitches Less he gon' bring this above, I make switches From the lamp I grant three wishes Johnny be parlayin, I Blaze britches, then I roll One hundred percent mind, one hundred percent body One hundred percent soul, individual Assholes tend to run From this PLO extortion to the one The next chamber, you fuckin with the star spangler To the dawn's early light with this head-banger Boogie, represent this shit fully Like I'm constantly at war with the town bully Who want that pressure, about to get smacked silly Like a fat bitch in Spandex, free Willy! We on some milli, check the joint, engine number nine Niggaz wastin time worryin about me and mine Get your own shit more free lyrics |
2. _ The Faster Blade
ft. Raekwon [Raekwon:] (Yaknowhatimsayin'? You on the corners and shit. Ya know? Just gotta be on something. Hands down shit. YaknowhatI'mean? Just keepin' ya eyes and ears open at all times while we rhyme and shine. For my dedicated niggas who love this shit. Doin' this like this. Word up. What's the phenomenon? Carry on Don. Tranquilizin'.) [Verse One: Raekwon] Ay yo, movin' on these niggas like they old soul, bro You know how we go, we go shift 'em out like Paleco Fine, proteges off top connectin' like a buildin' Four dollar whylin' niggas buildin', savin' the children Come on now, check out the view like a oceanfront Slow motion in cunt, takin' what we want You know a kid asiatic, holdin' power like a Craftmatic You like your fish fried or battered, that day he ratted Check out the movies from Guyana, just eatin' in Atlanta Makin' some pirate moves out of Savannah Yeah, rock them niggas like jewelry Arabics movin' blow like aerobics That's when his nose itch, yeah That means it's all in effect I'm hittin' you, I'm hittin' Buddha Island Bermuda, send that twenty-shot Ruger Continue to slam and mend you like a venue Get all up in you, oh yeah your friend too, respect Wu Yeah, keep the faggot niggas watery Rhyme for rich niggas who supported me, shorty pussy extorted me So it's a science now, RZA, cuttin' they pockets like scissors Cindafella found him a Wally slipper Splashin' ends in the glass Benz in Nevada Flashin' gems, eight-and-a-half Tim state robber All my life been on some foul shit besides kidnap a child shit Get on some foul and proud shit Cheatin' many Koreans bein' all that I can be an' Put down on thirty keys an' get to fleein' Light up a tree an' Don't be breezin' like a blowdryer Yo, you's a liar like Jeremiah gamin' on the flyer Yo, but buryin' niggas is carryin' Thug drug marryin', hittin' Marion off at the Clarion All my Spanish niggas love us We movin' like rush ya, bone crush ya At the flick, stick to usher Broke niggas, spot 'em like Cascade in the street Masquerade Faster Blade more free lyrics |
3. _ All That I Got Is You
ft. Mary J. Blige, Poppa Wu [Intro One: (some movie)] What dey gives you blood? Three months man Whatchu doin in here anyway? You oughta be home with your momma How old are you boy? Thirteen Thirteen? Damn, the bastards must be runnin outta niggaz to arrest [Intro: Ghostface] Yeah, ohh yeah, this goes out to all the families that went through the struggle Yeah, from the heart It was from the heart, everything was real [Mary J.] All that I got is you And I'm so thankful I made it through [Verse One:] Yo, dwellin in the past, flashbacks when I was young Whoever thought that I'd have a baby girl and three sons I'm goin through this difficult stage I find it hard to believe Why my old Earth had so many seeds But she's an old woman, and due to me I respect that I saw life for what it's really worth and took a step back Family ain't family no more, we used to play ball Eggs after school, eat grits cause we was poor Grab the pliers for the channel, fix the hanger on the TV Rockin each others pants to school wasn't easy We survived winters, snotty nosed with no coats We kept it real, but the older brother still had jokes Sadly, daddy left me at the age of six I didn't know nuttin but mommy neatly packed his shit She cried, and grandma held the family down I guess mommy wasn't strong enough, she just went down Check it, fifteen of us in a three bedroom apartment Roaches everywhere, cousins and aunts was there Four in the bed, two at the foot, two at the head I didn't like to sleep with Jon-Jon he peed the bed Seven o'clock, pluckin roaches out the cereal box Some shared the same spoon, watchin saturday cartoons Sugar water was our thing, every meal was no thrill In the summer, free lunch held us down like steel And there was days I had to go to Tex house with a note Stating "Gloria can I borrow some food I'm dead broke" So embarrasin I couldn't stand to knock on they door My friends might be laughin, I spent stamps in stores Mommy where's the toilet paper, use the newspaper Look Ms. Rose gave us a couch, she's the neighbor Things was deep, my whole youth was sharper than cleats Two brothers with muscular dystrophy, it killed me But I remember this, mom's would lick her finger tips To wipe the cold out my eye before school wit her spit Case worker had her runnin back to face to face I caught a case, housin tried to throw us out of our place Sometimes I look up at the stars and analyze the sky And ask myself was I meant to be here... why? Yeah, yo [Chorus: Mary J. Blige] All that I got is you And I'm so thankful I made it through [repeat 4X] Word up mommy, I love you Word up It was all you, word, you brought me in like this [Verse Two: Mary J. Blige, Poppa Wu] I sit and think about All the times we did without, yeah I always said I woudn't cry When I saw tears in your eyes I understand that daddy's not here now But some way or somehow, I will always be around, yeah All things that I did from this to them Oh from drugs to being there Being down and out and I love you always Yeah, you say You see the universe, which consists of the sun moon and star And them planets, that exist in my space Like man woman and child You understand? We got to keep it real, and what reality and reality will keep it real with us I remember them good ol days Because see, that's the child I was What made me the man I am today See cause if you forget where you come from, heheh You're never gonna make it where you're goin, aheh Because you lost the reality of yourself So take one stroll through your mind And see what you will find And you'll see a whole universe all over again and again and again and again and again Heheheh, yeah heheheheh ahaheheheh more free lyrics |
4. _ Fish
ft. Raekwon, Cappadonna [Interlude] (, You know they're killers themselves,People die for them. You know, guys that I fooled with were killers themselves want it?, how you want it? stop that!, stop that!> These are the men who lead the crime families of America. I control 26,000 men. Except for dope, we operate in all aspects of organized crime. And if there's one thing I'm sure of, it's that drugs destroy your mind. And destroy your home. In the end it'll only lead our country into ruin)..... [GHOSTFACE KILLAH] We eat fish, tossed salads and make rap ballads The biochemical slang lord'll throw the arrows in the dope fiend Vocal chords switch laser beams my triple sevens Broke the slot machines out in Queens, Grey Poupon is rebel on rap Smack on, swing like batons, most want niggas smoked like Hilshire Farms Check the gun we sew, underneath my shoe lies the tap That attract bow-legged bitches with wide horse gaps In steel mills iron he'll smoke the blow on Duns You run heroins, Primatine mist is afraid of my lungs Turn my channel, it'll blow your whole bench off the panel Like 80 roman candles that backfired then slammed you Every day is like a video shoot, check this shit I take you back to Playboy, stash guns and whips Picture afro, big shish-ka-bobs and daishikis 1000 civil marched blazed their fists in early sixties [CAPPADONNA] Now check this one, you must have been stupid to miss this one 'Donna shogunnin' flip a ton of fashion Destination be the cash when I step past one Don't make me blast one, I'm cold like eskimo flow Cappadonna stay chillin' take shots of penicillin Clean out and let the steam out, she fiend to blow out But I'm equipped with mad white, Morris The Rap got nine lives I'll take a few hundred-thousand dollar dives and then I still never go down Until the last round I shine, when RZA do his thing motherfucka, I'ma do mine [RAEKWON] Now, where I come from cats be carryin' Marryin' drug money Fuck up your wife, get four to life, claim we handling Midtown niggers scramblin', moving examine the fly shit Plus quick to buy shit Chef, yeah, you know the whole gods Asterick, Fidel Castro suits plus depositin' cash rule big time Play it like Canadian wine, RZA 's the rhyme now, the sacredness of one's true mind Now let's get colorful like money green High roller coaster, Sosa, million dollar nigger roaster Yeah, GOD, be havin' my whole steez laced now let's wrap our tapes, connect dots aim Glocks train style, Figaro fly jewel Tri-color Cubans swervin we'll pow with Germans in Suburbans 24 niggas with vests's on, my own restaurant Dons sendin' my sons membership forms They still gettin' this paper scraper Fake haters from Jamaica, wizards be passin like Lakers And if you comin' from Lex, Lewis, Rich Liberace Fetus style and block your goals like hockey.... more free lyrics |
5. _ 260
ft. Raekwon Cat I got to take him off of here, that's right I got to take him off of here Cause there's only one, and that's me You understand? For all that fighting, you understand that sucka think he good, that sucka think he can whoop me and I know he can't whoop me, I... Ay boy, the nigga whole style is chump You understand? Let me get mines first Then after I get mines, you can do what you want to do... [Ghostface] Yeah, scandalous Yeah miraculous, the arsonists Yo, kicked down the door on the spot, 260 2L, I heard they had O's for sale I heard the same shit, money drive a burgundy whip Keep it low, faded licenses plates and great plate Where's the cat from, think he's from New Jerusalem Pretty Rick did his thing for him, but he was usin him Power sun, jungle, physical, you know the God He go with Tim, the one who called Lover of God Y. E.quality S.elf, I know the natural law now It's time to get the God U and blow like mines But on the Iow I heard he got BORN original sin Back in a drive-through Kentucky Fried shot up his Ac We got to get him Dunn, aliens is snatchin our bread U.F.O.'s movin in with bigger plans than Fed, yo Knock on Daddy-O's door get the scope He's not home, he took Ishmael to Park Slope There go the the dreads yo, swindle two bags of that stuff That get you crashed out had you laid out like bums Peace Keana, what's up with your girlfriend Wanda She drive a green Honda, with legs like Jane Fonda I just left her, she took Rashean to Pathmark then jetted to Canal to get her man some Clarks She said be back in ninety minutes, Ghostface God forbid She say, peace to W, who's watchin the kids? [Raekwon] Two hours later, scheamin like DeNiro in Casino Son better have more coke than Al Pacino Keana ain't tellin no lies, last year she did a sting and a half and Tymeek bought her a aircraft But anyway, yo, Daddy-O home, we need the shotties nidow When we get back, throw you a bit out Later that night, stay mesmerized yo Go get the green 5, meet you on the corner of Marriot You ready, you got the E&J and the machete? We goin upstairs, I hope one nigga is empty We walked in, both of us, looked like terrorists Masks on, second floor, Dunn yo, I handle this Kick in the crib, the whole shit looked graphical Natural, fuckin a white bitch, actual fiends chanting, "Do your thing Chef, handle it" I shot him in the neck, it ricocheted and hit Carolyn Ran to the back analyzin, much disguisin Surprise we comin and their eyes were tranquilized and buggin, throwin her twin cousins at his nugget, fuck it Meet shottie waddy slug body hobby Where the drugs, where the ounces you be bouncin Fake cats announcin on the block, you loungin Where the blow at, I ain't got shit, stop frontin (Yo Chef, throw the joint in his mouth, money'll start stuntin Bitch, show that bit, before I push your wig back Chef stop wavin that, show him where the paper at) Come here Valerie, you know the God he need a salary Put down the pipe here's two tickets to a coke gallery It's in the kitchen in the ceiling (Baby girl kept squealin Only found a white block of cheese from New Zealand Ohhh shit! Yo, yo where that shit at yo? Yo Chef, where that shit? What? What? Aiyyo...) more free lyrics |
6. _ Poisonous Darts
"Let's see you try the water technique! Hai! Ha, ha! [sounds of fists and a whoosh of air followed by a punch] The sky is high, the cloud is low But my water technique is hard to think that the earth, can absorb water, hai! Hai!" Yeah... word up... gotta zip my coat Yeah... "The sky is high, the cloud is low" (fuck him) "But my water technique is hard to think" (yeah, check the live shit) "that the earth, can absorb water, hai! Hai!" (uhh) [Verse One: Ghostface] What the fuck I got the moonshine, word to God let's get it on Clap your heels two times, grab the magic wand Nameless, these stonewashed cats leave him brainless Showin out of this world, stranded on Uranus With coke and a dollar bill stems and crack capsules Take a blast fool but we trap up crews it's natural like soybean, burn like a laser beam My vaccine I shoot it firm and it connects like sideburns The segment, rare fragment comes together like magnets, attract heads capture like Dragnet Goin through mad phases, of all ages Killa beez locked the fuck up behind cages The Genovese swallow this line and caught a freeze Press call ID for me to quote more degrees The fortune teller Tucker sleepin gas umbrella A war where they're gunnin in the back of Armanbella Now who, don't believe that cash must rule I don't eat beef, I slap blood out of Purdue Keep a Wallace mic, mics on strike the session It's over, I file this and glow like flourescent [Raekwon sings some shit over Water Technique samples] [Verse Two: Ghostface] Yo yo, methods of blow like snow constant cashflow Rockin a Shaft afro, Tony got mad glow with hoes, mega powder drippin from they nose Fuckin Jet magazine bitches with, wild pussy pose Send em for the whole night, daily venom horror snake bites Only Built 4 Cuban Link kings who shoot dice Holdin money that's convertable, beds with feathered bags With the mongoose your man's got two seeds down in Bagdad You onionhead niggaz spread out and parlay Yo Rae these itch days get crashed with ash trays I pull stings like, guitar strings down in Spain I'm so hyped Jakes label God "crack cocaine" Why Equality Self God, yeah yeah you know it kid Ricki fucked up, and G-Pac, blow his wig he's rockin Wu Wear, the latest in fleece uniform He's a newborn, look at money swearin like he's on But anyway back to furry kangols Jamaican wallabees My back is on the wall, bombin devils with trick-knowledgy My heart is cold like Russia, got jerked at The Source awards Next year two hundred niggaz comin with swords! more free lyrics |
7. _ Motherless Child *
* originally appear on the sunset park soundtrack
[sometimes i feel... like a motherless child]
(yo yo guzzlin forties, let's get it on fella, no doubt)
The wiley wu-tang comes back, iron man strikes back
(lou diamonds, tony starks) raid your whole empire
No doubt!
Verse one: raekwon the chef, aka lou diamonds
Rich man, poor man, read the headlines
Nigga getting murdered for spot and bigger dimes
Jobs and drug wars
Living by gun law
Jailcats come home and want to take yours
As the young one, growing up broke me and my people
As the self, huh, i guess we all in the same boat
Think it, plus drinkin that 90-proof
Playin' on the roof sayin'
We need a next man to shoot...
[sometimes i feel, like a motherless child...]
Verse two: ghostface killer, aka tony starks
Yo, i know a rich kid, who got hit for three bricks
Showin off his 850 plus, what a nice whip
Young blood guzzlin' fourties hussled in a rain
Old earth, shootin' dope in her veins
He never had it all, the kid loved basketball
Had a favorite song, "i miss you" written by aaron hall
Now back to the original, neighborhood, criminals
Clocking dollars, by the hour like his digital
Styrofoam silencers, he rolled around with the
Wildest niggaz peeling caps known as the islanders
From staten, where crazy clips be clappin
Slept in his principal spreads, threads, made of satin
Labeled as the cow he had crazy beef
Seen him at the flicks, he pulled out on duke, hez and latief
But he fucked up, he shoulda kept it real and went for kill
Cuz if he don't, these niggaz with black barrels will
But, shit will never calm down, one day downtown
He dropped an ounce off
Money had slept like a nightgown
He rolled up in the albee square, relax like he lived in there
Two kids was beamin him, them niggaz from the movie theatre
One had all guess on, lookin like he had a vest on
The other felly pell tucked with a firearm
Movin slow, baseball hats, crazy down low
Word life god, this bull kag nigga gotta go
Oh shit! bookhead, just bought a 5, g headed king tudpea
About the size of little maurice
We got to get up baby, no cousin, count to ten
I'm runnin in my first instance, is to return em the time is now
Warfare and pull delf
Remember me, the nigga from the ua and you pulled out
Don't move don't even flinch
Fix em up, drop the head, don't want to get blood in the tux
He burped, i shot him, bitch screamed out i'm robbin him
Had to hit him ten more times make sure i got him
Told the owner lay on the floor, shake the comedy
Randy came out wacked out with a half a shotty
I laughed, grab the king tud head and the cash
Then he shot my man in the ass and broke mega glass
Damn, had to go out with a blast
I shot my way up out of the albee fast
[sometimes i feel, like a motherless child]
Oh shit, what the fuck?
This shit is horrible.
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8. _ Daytona 500
ft. Raekwon the Chef, Cappadonna [singing] We are the G, O-D's And we came to rock, the spot Like Ironman Starks They be the illest MC's, in the world today Cappa Raekwon and the R-Z-A So listen to them clear, and put the box right near your ear Light your blunts and down your beers Cause you could never fuck with Wu-Tang Killer Beez... [Verse One: Raekwon the Chef] Say peace to cats who rock mack knowledge Knowledgists, street astrologists Light up the mic God, knowledge this Fly joints that carried your points Corolla Motorola holder Play it God, he pack over the shoulder Chrome tanks, player like Yanks, check the franchise Front on my guys, my enterprise splash many lives Rapel on fakes like reflectors He had sugar in his ear in his last crack career We can can him, manhandle him, if you wanna run in his crib-o, get ditto, skate like a limo And jet to the flyest estate, relate take a break Break down an eighth and then wait drop it like Drake Thugs they be booing and screwing, we canoeing Claim they doin the same shit we doin, fuck your unit It's the same style, RZA trainable, jump the turnstyle On the alley tried to challenge God for the new vials Especially that, aluminum bat in the act Relax, lay back, sell a grenade a day, it pays black The Mac-10 flex white cats like Windex Index finger be sore, bustin these fly scripts The Wally kid count crazily grands with our plans Layin with my bitches and my mans in Lex Lands We losin em, jet to the stash and now Jerusalem Abusin em, rockin his jewels like we usin em Low pro star, seven thick waves rock Polar Roll with the older God, build with the Son and the Star [Chorus:] All these MC's start realizing That Ghost got that shit, that'll keep you vibing The Wu is here to bring, you Shaolin's finest But if your shields are weak, you better step behind us [Verse Two: Ghostface Killer] Mercury raps is roughed then God just shown like taps Red and white Wally's that match, bend my baseball hat Doin forever shit, like pissin out the window on turnpikes Robbin niggaz for leathers, high swipin on dirt bikes Voice be metal like Von Harper radio bubble Murder sleep away camp, the fly lady champ The arsonist, who burn with his pen regardless Slaying all these earthlings and fake foreigners In the Phillipines, pick herbal beans, bubbling strings Body chemical CREAM, we burn kerosene The conviction of my tape is rape, wicked like Nixon Long-heads inscriptions with three sixes in Kiss the pyramid experiment with high explosive I slapbox with Jesus, lick shots at Joseph Zoomin like binoculars, the rap blacksmith Money's Rolex, with sparkles, Chef ragtop is spotless I'm Iron Man no cheap cash metal I'm steel alloy True identity hidden inside secret tabloids Breathe oxygen both sides of my jaw carry oxes The track hit like the bangers, in hundred watt boxes Yo jostling these cats while Little J be deli-ing Sip Irish Moss out of Widelians [Chorus] [Verse Three: Cappadonna] Give me the the fifty thou, small bills My gold plate, my slang kills My Benz spills, whattup Lils Murder one Dunn Killer bee stung, guess who back home Son My technique of slang camp won, third platoon soon Cristal bottles, cages of boom, probably wardrobe The mad-hatter big dick style, beware goons smuggle balloons, lord of dooms, in fat pussy wombs Let the Gods build, pull up the grill Check out the mad skills Top secret technique, too hard for you to peep it and keep it, jiggy style of rap and watchin knuckle slang sweep it out of order ape recorder can't record my slaughter spoil the rotten Don is too good to be forgotten High top notch, borderline rhymes is handcocked Ninety-six, my ill sound clash is still hot Get yourself shot [Chorus] more free lyrics |
9. _ Motherless Child
ft. Raekwon the Chef (Sometimes I feel... like a motherless child) (Yo yo guzzlin forties, let's get it on fella, no doubt) The wiley Wu-Tang comes back, Iron Man strikes back (Lou Diamonds, Tony Starks) Raid your whole empire No doubt! [Verse One: Raekwon the Chef, AKA Lou Diamonds] Rich man, poor man, read the headlines Nigga getting murdered for spot and bigger dimes Jobs and drug wars Living by gun law Jailcats come home and want to take yours As the young one, growing up broke me and my people as the self, huh, I guess we all in the same boat Think it, plus drinkin that 90-proof Playin' on the roof sayin' we need a next man to shoot... (Sometimes I feel, like a motherless child...) [Verse Two: Ghostface Killer, AKA Tony Starks] Yo, I know a rich kid, who got hit for three bricks Showin off his 850 plus, what a nice whip Young blood guzzlin' fourties hussled in a rain Old Earth, shootin' dope in her veins He never had it all, the kid loved basketball Had a favorite song, "I Miss You" written by Aaron Hall Now back to the original, neighborhood, criminals Clocking dollars, by the hour like his digital Styrofoam silencers, he rolled around with the Wildest niggaz peeling caps known as the Islanders from Staten, where crazy clips be clappin Slept in his principal spreads, threads, made of satin Labeled as the cow he had crazy beef Seen him at the flicks, he pulled out on Duke, Hez and Latief But he fucked up, he shoulda kept it real and went for kill cuz if he don't, these niggaz with black barrels will But, shit will never calm down, one day downtown He dropped an ounce off Money had slept like a nightgown He rolled up in the Albee Square, relax like he lived in there Two kids was beamin him, them niggaz from the movie theatre One had all Guess on, lookin like he had a vest on The other felly pell tucked with a firearm Movin slow, baseball hats, crazy down low Word life God, this bull kag nigga gotta go Oh shit! Bookhead, just bought a 5, G headed King Tudpea About the size of Little Maurice We got to get up baby, no cousin, count to ten I'm runnin in my first instance, is to return em the time is now Warfare and pull delf Remember me, the nigga from the UA and you pulled out Don't move don't even flinch Fix em up, drop the head, don't want to get blood in the tux He burped, I shot him, bitch screamed out I'm robbin him Had to hit him ten more times make sure I got him Told the owner lay on the floor, shake the comedy Randy came out wacked out with a half a shotty I laughed, grab the King Tud head and the cash Then he shot my man in the ass and broke mega glass Damn, had to go out with a blast I shot my way up out of the Albee fast (Sometimes I feel, like a motherless child) Oh shit, what the fuck? This shit is horrible. more free lyrics |
10. _ Winter Warz
ft. Masta Killa, U-God, Raekwon, Cappadonna It's on.. [Cappa] Where your sparkle at kid? Ryzarector.. [Break: Raekwon the Chef] Yes the shit is raw, comin at your door Start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more Yes the hour's four, I told you before Prepare for mic fights (and plus the cold war) [Verse One: U-God] This rhyme you digest through the RZA console Ask why I slam nine diagram pole Raekwon dropped the bomb, Hunchback, Norte Dame Golden Arms is bronze, buddah palm hit Qu'ran It blows extreme, mean stream be the theme Supreme team, America's Cream Team, redeemed Vidal Sassoon, chrome tones hear the moans of Al Capone Gun POW to the dome And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge One dose of my feroc(ious) handheld trigga cuts Acapella spittin shell paralyzed when you get touched And critical mic cords, hangin like umbilical Cords, dope swords, five star general Raw be the quote rap style sore throat Through the fully operational, hand held tote mm-hmm [Break: (first two lines)] [Verse Two: Ghostface Killah] More than a thousand times one, snatch up my styles get done I hold a title, enhanced how my belt was won, check it Slick majestic, broke mics are left infected Germs start to spread through your crew, drew like an epic You asked for it, shot up the jams like syringes My technique alone blows doors straight off the hinges Masked Avenger, I appear to blow your ear like wind With a freestyle, sharper than the Indian spear So sit back and let the king explore Describe me, the kid's nice and he holds swords And his name, black attack's the nerve like migraines With more games than beggars on trains, livid sharp pains Poisonous Rebel like Deck, you can't destroy this You get ambushed, skate, try to avoid this Side effects of, hot raps and hot tracks A duffle bag full of guns son, dipped in black My culture, glides and attacks just like a vulture Ghostface in Madison Square is on your poster [Break] [Verse Three: Masta Killa] Be on the lookout for this mass murderous suspect That fills more body bags than apartments in projects And as far as the coroners know The autopsy show, it was a Shaolin blow Put on by my family brought to the academy of the Wu and learned how to fuck up yo' anatomy, steadily, calm and deadly Spatter-head lyrics I lick through your transmit MC's submit to the will as I kill your juvenile freestyle, civilize the men-tal Devils worship this like an icon Bear-huggin mics with the grips of a python [Break] [Verse Four: Cappadonna] You heard of the rasp before but kept waitin for the sun of song, I keep dancehalls strong Beats never worthy of my cause, I prolong Extravangza, time sits still No propoganda, be wary of the skill As I bring forth the music, make love to your eardrum Dedicated to rap nigga beware of the fearsome Lebanon Don, Malcolm X beat threat CD massacre, murder to cassette I blow the shop up, you ain't seen nuttin yet One man ran, tryin to get away from it Put your bifocal on, watch me a-cometh into your chamber like Freddy enter dream Discombumberate your technique and your scheme Four course applause, like a black dat to dat You're stuck on stupid like I'm stuck on the map Nowhere to go except next show bro Entertainin motherfuckers can't stop O in battlin, you don't want me to start tattlin All upon the stage cause y'all snakes keep rattlin Bitch, you ain't got nothin on the rich Every other day my whole dress code switch So just in case you want to clock me like Sherry All y'all crab bitches ain't got to worry Can't get a nigga like Don dime a dozen Even if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped out I'm too ill, I represent Park Hill See my face on the twenty dollar bill Cash it in, and get ten dollars back The fat LP with Cappachino on the wax Pass it in your think, put valve up to twelve Put all the other LP's back on the shelf And smoke a blunt, and dial 9-1-7 1-6-0-4-9-3-11 And you could get long dick hip-hop affection I damage any MC who step in my direction I'm Staten Island's best son fuck what you heard Niggaz still talkin that shit is absurd My repotoire, is U.S.S.R. P.L.O. style got thrown out the car and ran over, by the Method Man jeep Divine can't define my style is so deep like pussy, my low cut fade stay bushy like a porcupine, I part backs like a spine Cut you like a blunt and reconstruct your design I know you want to diss me, but I can read your mind Cuz you weak in the knees, like SWV Tryin to get a title like Wu Killa Bee Kid change your habit, you know I'm friends with the Abbott Me and RZA ridin name printed in the tablet under vets, we paid our debts for mad years Hibernate the sound, and now we out like beers and blunt power, born physically power speakin The truth in the song be the pro-black teachin more free lyrics |
11. _ Marvel
ft. RZA [Ghf] Yeah [RZA] Word... these bitches be buggin God Reason why ain't got nuttin to do with nuttin [Ghf] Yeah, check it out y'all one two We back up in this joint! What? Check the fly shit... yeah Don't black out on me [Verse One: Ghostface] Yo, black man watch out, she salt-water trout Al Deuce dug her back out, inside the dugout Heard the pussy was good, big niggaz fell victim Mentally stripped em one God turned Christian She know magic, soakin wet pussy on the matress Skin like Cleopatra's, the leading actress She been fuckin since we went to fourteen, look at Miss Thing With a ponytail kept a jar of Vasoline She's a big girl now, with a body that growl Likewise murder trial, smile attract crowds Most niggaz, would light the lord over this broad Big niggaz in they drawers pose one knee on the floor Little kids daydream of humping wildflower Hanna Barbera faint I'm riding no Rivera [Verse Two: RZA] Fat-ass whips big asses, colorful lips Wide hips, baller kits, chrome dipped wearing blue kicks, plus jeans boomin beats Loud horn beeps, crowded streets, the fusion yo the heat is on, never too black or too strong In one hour Wu-Tang Clan is about to perform Police barricade, sidewalk crowded like parades The arena now present, de event of the decade Long braids and fades, baldheads, spangle waves extensions, nails Friday, just got paid Headliner or marquee is the prime time rhyme crime family That shines Godly light Upon this hip-hop artform, yo Dunn We can't be measured by no chart, the God brung Never bust premature for sure You want it raw, let me plant my dynamite bitch deep inside your core, the explosion stops the menstration Causes stomach inflation Patiently waiting nine months for deportation Of the Earth from the Moon, black woman stay in tune Yo God, let me pour y'all the science about the womb It's a black hole for those who lose control Fertile soil before you are wise And spoiled many men and took many lives And all you brothers changed sides Only worth a decimal compared to those who died inside more free lyrics |
12. _ The Soul Controller
ft. The Force MD's [Intro: The Force MD's] Whoaahhhoahhh, oahhhohhhhh It's been a long, long A long time coming A change gon' come [Verse One: Ghostface] Yo, yo these streets got me backed down how can I escape? How can I survive without bubblin weight? It's prepared for the stand off, once you hand off that white rock, and then give birth to a knot Your biggest dream was to rock your 850 and beam You and the Gods buy a crib in the white part of Queens But at the same time, niggaz on the block is ill Some'll rock you to sleep, hap, for selling cross pills Being watched all day like enemy's prey Faces, you never seen before is in your hallway Brothers you knew for years is mad pussy and scared Back in the days U.F.O.'s couldn't walk up in here It's time to motor, travel like a foul order Clear my head, stay sober, the soul controller [Chorus: The Force MD's] Oahhhh, it's been a long, long A long time coming A change gon' come Oh, yes it will Said I'm too, tired of livin But I'm, but I'm afraid to die Cause I don't know what's up there In that great big ol' sky [Verse Two: Ghostface] Sink deep into the fog, big buffalo large Taj Mahal just got banged, shanked for eighty dollars It's hard to keep up, with these key-ons, that smoke dust In the U.S. Mint they want to rock the place and call the rush All these shameless niggaz armed with cherry-red Bally's On the twenty-fifth, everybody rich is gettin married Killed for power beans, your brother own schools in Medina Vaseline lips is cracked cause they all had dreams They overdue, these Gods own a mosque in Peru Tropical trees and weaves where they grew bamboo Olympic minds quick flash like a leak on A hundred shares short to own Nissan, watch em get they feast on Royal blue lies inside the eyes of heaven Curse the head, who speak foul and jinx number seven (seven) Clear my head and stay sober, the soul controller... (Stay sober, the soul controller) [Chorus: The Force MD's] Oahhh, been a long time comin Oh yeah A change gon' come Woooaahh, yes it will [Verse Three: Ghostface] Yo, yo we sit and play the wall like nine super heroes Late for the man choose and hit socks and stereos The kid's nice, warnin you twice, run your garmets Jet to Providence, switch up and back down your Parliament Ironman is laced with a plate inside the dome piece Go off in airports, biographies, prophecies Watch me set it, real key-ons hold down the desert And walk with a famous name like Supreme Magnetic Carbon copy, I love my car, it's near choppy Melachi off the funky pain with the wax poppy on instrumentals Niggaz get lost like S.S. Minnows Turned out like rentals, keep gold around the denim [Outro Part One: The Force MD's] A change gon come Yes it will It's been a long, long A long time coming A change gon come Wooo, yes it will Said I'm so Tired of living But I'm, but I'm afraid to die Cause I don't know what's up there In that great, big ol sky Oh my, oh my, oh my It's been a long, long time A long time coming Change gonna come Wooo, yes it will [Outro Part Two: (from the motion picture "Carlito's Way")] Sorry boys, All the stitches in the world can't sew me together again Lay down, lay down Gonna stretch me out in Fernandez funeral home on hun and ninth street Always knew I'd make a stop there But a lot later than a whole gang of people thought Last of the Mohicans Well, maybe not the last Can't come with me on this trip, Loaf Gettin the shakes now Last call for drinks Bar's closin down Sun's out Where we goin for breakfast? Don't wanna go far Rough night Tired, baby Tired... [Outro Part Three: (from the motion picture "The Usual Suspects")] Greatest trick the devil ever pulled Was convincing the world he didn't exist And like that, he's gone more free lyrics |
13. _ Black Jesus
ft. Raekwon and U-God [Raekwon:] Hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me I don't wanna here nuttin' Word Up, got to pay Yeah, Its like that right Blow his Back out, make his shoes work Aye Yo, this shit be off the knock it rock whatever cock block it Cat get blown, who own this street corner, foreigner hesitate to rock a Hummer Navy Seal top runner, rhyme this summer For real, marinatin' nigga's skatin' debatin' waitin' style flowinly relatin' Fine line switch it on ya like venetian blinds the mission is mine, fabulous king I devine Titanium Hydro collado, Yo dunn dunn polly dis conjunction Son what, slang doctor, Medicaid the kids pay it say if these niggas in affect dunn, stay rap related Cassette rhymer, 5-G co-signer, line for liner Poet designer, sharp like liners Mic of the year award, fly gear award them niggas over there be analyzing for one sword Get bent, pay the rent, plus still we invent nuff shit to get your whole team crazily sent Now all I need is a half gallon of weed Proceed, to bust as Mike Ditka made three seeds then Max out like two Ack's inside the parking lot son Bark a lot and get seen hit in that dark a lot what now blow, clickin' like a calico gold maxmillion, one love keep it real yo [Ghostface Killah:] Yo, hit me for these Tommy Hill, Ice rockin niggas Peace, the summers mine, I blow the biggest Back up off me, while I grab my dick and hold the Heini Park the Blue 600, Wally kings is right behind me Tackle clubs, never rock Lugz, I'm way above This mic is like golden gloves verses spark plug Its like the pennant, Seminars the Play-off Start the J off like Cochran got OJ off The Specialist who eyeballed the mistress necklace Perpetuous, this curly head kid's treturous Leggo the Eggo, so we can dip dip dive the gleego Throwin' can-can, eat that plus this instrumental Awwww Shit say Stark-aligist, Starks-aligist Fried fish halibut pull out the bull horn and celebrate like Kunta was born we elbowed our way inside loud and got on I played the building, burn a branch and get filled in Like Pilgrims G-in' Pepridge farms from out a million who wanna rhyme? who wanna challenge the swordsman? that rock that fisherman hat like Gorden's [U-God:] I hose down the place No shots to the face Elite Special force no religion style faith The meltin' pot boil gun shot drama soil Gamble when I scramble handle hot pots of oil Man handle brain killin' erect my hidden Streets may be potent put your 9-6 bid in Vampire Curse disperse on each verse Swim in black water, act slaughter through my earth You're hit by my element Great Wall of China Mountain Peak hold the globe like vagina Measure on my mic stand, molecule and strand Finger rollin' rhythm ride the horse one hand Golden Eye, Spy vs. Spy, guilty of suspicion Chess boxer, mic in dead body position 40 oz. Ciga-art, three verse invented divine universal black man representin' Similar the pure, rhyme blowin out the pore Battery in the back, keep it charged for the raw I'm bred type thorough, pistol lyro gun hero renaissance rebel shadow boxin your barrel Fully woven Beethoven, hit you on a humble hard enough to hurt you, chastise my rap styles Lock down, for this curfew more free lyrics |
14. _ Assassination Day
ft. RZA,Raekwon,Inspectah Deck,Masta Killa [Raekwon:] What? Hey yo! [Intro: (from the motion picture "The Usual Suspects")] There's no coke! What? You heard me you dumb fuck, there's no coke! What the fuck do you mean, there's no coke? I've been up and down this ship. I've been in every fuckin room! There's gotta be coke! There is nothing! NOTHING! Huh, uh, uh, help please! Huh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, help me! *gunshot* [Intro Two: Masta Killa] It's assassi, it's assination day, I stalk... It's assassination, I sta... It's assassination day... It's assassination day, I [Verse One: Inspectah Deck] Ryzarector, Madman, uh, uhh, yo, uhh I move through the third world, my third eye's the guiding light Invite the fight, we all die tonight The life I lived, a 25 to life bid Parole reneged, I stroll the globe fugitive CREAM is short, C-cypher power stalk plus the fiend talk Three G's accost in Supreme Court White lies and blackmail land me back in jail We're all for sale, a stolen gold but it fail Stranded on the front line, I shine to the dumb and blind It comes time I take back what was once mine Crunch time in the first quarter, from the worst slaughter Devil's poisonin the birth water The earth daughter rest her head on my chest Through the struggle we cuddle under half-moon crest While the press plant fear and exploit the gun blastin Central broadcasting is shackling, nerves are unfastened, shhhh Trapped in deep-water gaspin I Clash With the Titans from my half on the action [Verse Two: RZA] I stop producers careers, the weak spot was their ears Scorpion darts hits their mark, pierce their heart with silver spears You're bewildered, my unsaturated, low filtered Devils still peeled it still they're living built tilted MC's upon their axis, their body has a tactic Lactic acid, desert drop cactus, practice You can never master, it's invincible, Wu-Tang indispensable One nation under God, indivisible With liberty and justice, the mic is in my clutches Thugs who bring ruckus, leave in crutches Unforgiveable snakes face the double-edged swords starts to swivel Decapitates the head, makes the projects, more livable Interchangable, caution flameable My chamber is ninety-nine plus one unnameable, angles And strangles, microphone cords start to dangle Silent as the gases that pass throughout your anal Retrieve through your doors Seep out like sweat through the pores Destroy your internal organs with the biological warfare [Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef] (Assassination day) First of all, before we move on, this shit is like a Yukon Don, spread it out like Grey Poupon Splurgin, mergin in the suburbs, using this just like an adverb Action word, flowing like a blackbird God came in, aimin like Terry Bradshaw He hit the crash bar, stay relaxed God, his shit is smashed Pah You handle this just like algebra, UFO spot 'em like Galaga Hold on like bullet-proof Acuras You so fly, yeah right, you want to get me high Yo Bobby, you hear how I'm shootin it like they blew top snow You won't play me like your lady Pay me three-eighty spit it at you like a baby Final destination Haiti [Verse Four: Masta Killa] War is extremely serious and it saddens me To have to take tings to deadly measures And have you measured and shot for no pay It's assassination day I stalk my enemy like prey Tranked by deceptional sounds that deceives And lures MC's to the lair With a mic-like bait, then awaits to be bitten by greed Temptation tempts my victim to proceed Forward, ignorance wouldn't allow retreat You'd rather pursue DEATH than admit defeat Now who's best to describe for what I specialize in Murdereous rhymin, constantly in climbin My mind spits with an enormous kickback Your brain didn't absorb the impact Disorderly conduct from the crowd is the feedback... It's assassination day, I It's assassination day It's assassination day It's assassination day, I stalk my enemy It's assassination day, I stalk my enemy more free lyrics |
15. _ Wildflower
[Intro: (from the motion picture "J.D.'s Revenge")] That was the best fuckin I ever had. That's because you been dealin with Dasheese You gotta leave? Where you goin sugar? I got business to take care of [Ghostface]: No shit. Shit that's my old man, shit! Ya better go talk to him [Ghostface] No smokin alarms [8X] I'm mind shockin, body rockin, earth shakin, money makin Sittin high, lookin fly, drinkin on the best wine... [Ghostface] Yo bitch I fucked your friend, yeah you stank hoe I seen her on the elevator, honey grabbed my Kangol She put me on to mega-shit, bout to slap the bitch She shot crazy verbal, I leaned back like I'm rich It took place late night on February 17th Hands flooded like ink, my face on her magazine Just got back from Honolulu, pockets stackin boucoup cash Girlfriend sipped the Yoo-hoo and laughed, yo While I was on tour, whore, you went to work Quick fast, had a nigga dick in the dirt You couldn't wait just to kidnap the bait of my sperm Where's you at, hoe? 'Pinky house, she put in my perm' That's all you ever said to me, thought that could hold me Remember when I long-dicked you and broke your ovary? You crab bitch, chickenhead hoe, eatin' heros I'm the first nigga that had you watchin flicks by DeNiro You gained crazy points, baby, just bein with God Taught you how to eat the right foods, fast, and don't eat lard I gave you earth lessons, I came to you as a blessin You didn't do the knowledge what the God was manifestin You sneaky fuck bitch, your ways and actions told it all I fucked you while you was bleedin, held you down in malls Sexually you worshipped my di-dick like a cross I had you fiend out, broke out, for a month you fell off You was my main shit, my peeps showed you love on the strength You saw how I got down, the way I thought had you tranked But you had to fuck this rasta-head ass nigga I shoulda slapped ya but the Gods said chilllllllll That's your wiz fault, god, handle that in the lab" I'm wonderin how many times your hot ass got stabbed You dumb bitch, horny hot fuck from out the mountains Your clientele is low hoe, catch you next show, bro I got jerked, gave away my pussy, that shit hurt It feel like somebody died or shot your old Earth But fuck it, I fucked you on a chair with three legs Broken tables, had you screamin while you was bitin on my cables Whistlin to the washing machine, I threw it on spin If your pussy dry, spit on my dick and put it in My dick's the bomb baby, marvelous hot steak Plus I'm conceited Starks make the biggest so-called rape I'm God, cipher divine love my pussy real fine That means clean the FDS smell with a shine Word up, respect that hoe more free lyrics |
16. _ Poisonous Darts *
* also known as water technique
"let's see you try the water technique! hai! ha, ha!
(sounds of fists and a whoosh of air followed by a punch)
The sky is high, the cloud is low
But my water technique is hard to think
That the earth, can absorb water, hai! hai!"
Yeah... word up... gotta zip my coat
Yeah...
"the sky is high, the cloud is low" (fuck him)
"but my water technique is hard to think" (yeah, check the live shit)
"that the earth, can absorb water, hai! hai!" (uhh)
Verse one: ghostface
What the fuck i got the moonshine, word to god let's get it on
Clap your heels two times, grab the magic wand
Nameless, these stonewashed cats leave him brainless
Showin out of this world, stranded on uranus
With coke and a dollar bill stems and crack capsules
Take a blast fool but we trap up crews it's natural
Like soybean, burn like a laser beam
My vaccine i shoot it firm and it connects like sideburns
The segment, rare fragment comes together
Like magnets, attract heads capture like dragnet
Goin through mad phases, of all ages
Killa beez locked the fuck up behind cages
The genovese swallow this line and caught a freeze
Press call id for me to quote more degrees
The fortune teller tucker sleepin gas umbrella
A war where they're gunnin in the back of armanbella
Now who, don't believe that cash must rule
I don't eat beef, i slap blood out of purdue
Keep a wallace mic, mics on strike the session
It's over, i file this and glow like flourescent
*raekwon sings some shit over water technique samples*
Verse two: ghostface
Yo yo, methods of blow like snow constant cashflow
Rockin a shaft afro, tony got mad glow
With hoes, mega powder drippin from they nose
Fuckin jet magazine bitches with, wild pussy pose
Send em for the whole night, daily venom horror snake bites
Only built 4 cuban link kings who shoot dice
Holdin money that's convertable, beds with feathered bags
With the mongoose your man's got two seeds down in bagdad
You onionhead niggaz spread out and parlay
Yo rae these itch days get crashed with ash trays
I pull stings like, guitar strings down in spain
I'm so hyped jakes label god "crack cocaine"
Why equality self god, yeah yeah you know it kid
Ricki fucked up, and g-pac, blow his wig
He's rockin wu wear, the latest in fleece uniform
He's a newborn, look at money swearin like he's on
But anyway back to furry kangols jamaican wallabees
My back is on the wall, bombin devils with trick-knowledgy
My heart is cold like russia, got jerked at the source awards
Next year two hundred niggaz comin with swords!
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17. _ After The Smoke Is Clear
ft. Raekwon, The RZA, The Delphonics [Intro: Ghostface Killah, The Delphonics ()] (After the smoke is done) Yo Yeah (Tang-o-Phonics) yeah, what, what, who wanna do it, what (Number one) Slap fire outcha monkey ass niggas (After the smoke is done) word up, big dick, motherfucking house Whaddup, bench press these cats (Tang-o-Phonics number one) Yo [Ghostface Killah] Yo, god, show these niggas how we get deep, down, and dirty Like Keyon, got his wig pushed back, Five-thirty Yo they gotta hit Placed on my head, what should the god do? Max out in Spain and do business with the Jews Never that Them never look angry out of synch The imperial, industrial king got weight Don't give a fuck Like the poor part, we watch Heart To Heart They used to push me in shuffel cards Now I'm writing books like Ebinezzer The porno teaser Sayin words like sheeba Educated rapper fouling the teaser My team got rocks like Six Flags, plus the Wu lab Cameras in nine bedrooms we own tags Don't touch this Cracklin hot shit I snap ya shoulder blade in half, Laugh, and pop shit Reader's Digest, passed my book to L. Ron Hubbard Got bagged that the world government tried to dub it But devils love it Movie trap raps cover the tracks Like Ajax Sharper than cuts laced on hardly scratched supreme clientel My cartel Willie Star passed, Shit his piece, where's the Nobel? Oh, well, Siginin off as usual, The arsonist, leavin niggas lost in the stairwell [Break: Ghostface Killah, The Delphonics ()] (Tang-o-Phonics number one) Yeah, yo, yo Represent my projects Stapelton (after the smoke is done) He represent that project Park Hill (tang-o-Phonics number one) You represent that project Murder West Brighton Now Born Arm bangin into that will (ahhhhh) Word up, (after the smoke is clear) yeah, what, Stapelton (Tang-o-phonics and Wu-Tang still here) Park Hill, word up, yeah, yeah, New York [Raekwon] The greatest story ever told by me, precisely Roman numeral I be Plus three describe me My son move like the toad Get drunk Speak in codes Throw a fiend in the sleeper hold Got beef with the cold Met my comrad Go half on this lamp down in Baghdad Flippin like a mex tab Get money like an A-rab The type niggas snapped Six legs on the crab Now, hush, who wanna do what My click better bust [The RZA] Underprivileged, Grew up in a Stapelton house village, Where blood flood the water in the streets like oil spilage When the water was flowin (Tang-O-Phonics number one) I spot a fifty-five borough A nigga was still flowin, Voice was echoin I rise high like an Opera's Procter wouldn't Gamble The sample, it shocked her My ninjas run wilder than Shaka Zulu Some play peace like Donny the Guru Others live to be wise and old like Desmond Dutchu Undisputed champion Bell holders Shape and mold us Sole controler of the moon I, solar and polar I blow half smoke through my nasal Bust my ways with thirty words Wu-Tang wasn't for children like Cannibals raidin Sicilians [Outro: The Delphonics] After the smoke is done Wu-Tang-o-Phonics number one After the smoke is done Wu-Tang-o-Phonics number one After the smoke is clear Tang-o-Phonics and Wu-Tang still here After the smoke is done Wu-Tang-o-Phonics number one Ahhhhh (Wuuuuuu, wuuuuuu) more free lyrics |
18. _ Iron Maiden
ft. Raekwon, Cappadonna [Intro: (from the motion picture "Fresh")] (What you doin' on our turf, punk? Got a message for Smokey. Give it. You Smokey, man? Give it! If you ain't Smokey, it ain't yo' motherfuckin' message Motherfucker, I said gimme the message! It's from Willie, in the slam. Nigga, you been busted? Yeah, the man picked me up. Well, I ain't got no fuckin' time to play witchu! Now gimme the message. Willie's in Warwick, doin' 1-3. Told me to tell y'all motherfuckers to keep cool. He be out one way or another. Quick. Maybe I could stick around for awhile. Naw, that's out, man. You know? What can we, The Lords, do with a punk like you? Kiss my ass, motherfucker! (Burn 'em) Just me and you, motherfucker, just me and you. I put trademarks around your fuckin' eye!) (Portrayin', won't be payin'. Uh huh, Uh huh) (Yeah, no doubt, no doubt, this Wally champ cat. Yeah, it's on this one) [Raekwon:] Yo, Gambino niggas who swipe theirs Deluxe rap cavaliers Midgets who steal beers, give 'em theirs [Chorus: Raekwon] Sit back jollyin' My team be gamin' like three card Rolly an' Drug Somalians pollyin' [Verse One: Raekwon] Many raps they crochetin' Ay yo Iron, these niggas portrayin' But haven't been payin' For real, slide on these niggas like flesh fear Caesar fade style, usually tough grenade Throw a blade, fuck gettin' laid Guzzle this shit like Gatorade Big-dick Wallies have never half-suede Connectin' with the hot style is done Light up a chalis I run with nuttin' but the wildest, foulest Come on now, long-dick style Niggas on the hit out, ay yo Iron bite my shit out Eventually, bust a rap gun mentally Been doin' this century kid, just meant to be Get on your knees and bless me with a gem in the Caribbean Skiin' off by P.M. Snatch Canadian cream with Scandinavians Fellatium style, play it like thirty-two Arabians The greatest lesson is don't owe, you might get stole on When I go bury me wit Valow on (They come to me, and understand, just let me get mines first. Then after I get mines, y'all can do what y'all wanna do. Fuck 'em up bad) [Verse Two: Ghostface] 'Sho 'nuff, hit the bank and thrust Cool Nauticas Jamie Summer got trained on the tour bus We upgrade, swallow raw eggs, read the label Hittin' white-label, left the Winnebago unstable Smooth sailin', walked in, my earth started kneelin' Started stealin', I'm too ill, see we're bellin' at the parlay Kicked up, mack, max motion Michael Bolton magazine call, I'm too potent Louisville mix pain kill rap, Fuck benadryl The violin in 'Knowledge God' sounded ill Tremendously obnoxious, no blotches My telephone watch'll leave bartenders topless Dead on the prosecutor, smacked a juror Me and my girl'll run like Luke and Laura We sit back on Malayan islands Sippin' mix drinks out of boat coconut bowls, we whylin' [(Break) Raekwon:] Sit back jollyin', Uh huh, Uh huh Uh huh, Uh huh, Sit back jollyin' Uh huh, Uh huh, Uh huh, Uh huh [(Chorus) x 2] Sit back [Verse Three: Cappadonna] Deep meditation sound orientated, war the blizzard Rap para-medical the wizard Cappadonna, never caterin' to none My microphone and three verse weigh a ton of slaughter You oughta five thousand back across the water My laboratory story keep me flowin' with the glory Acapella or deep dirty instrumental I could blow the sky like the stormy wind blew One gallon of whylin', Park Hill profilin' I cut your face up rough fifty sure while you're smilin' For violatin' my position, I leave you smoked like a crackhead on a mission Two tokes of mic dope, one stroke of elegance Rated like the movie graphic told intelligence Person to person, it'd be hard for you to take a trophy You better off to get somebody out to try to smoke me 'Cause I'm P-L-O T-K-O every day Dancehall General, Party Fanatic Colonel Cappadonna son'a old school just go infernal Veteran for rappin' with the new set of rule of hard rappin' Ninety-six jive, I keep the live crowd clappin' When I bow, all praises due to Staten Isle I spark the mic and Shaolin spark the methtical Every evenin', I have a by myself meetin' Thinkin' who's gonna be the next to catch a beatin' From my mental slangin', bitchin' rap twist the point of warfare I brutalize, all competition catch ill hair Chance him, that's what they said, threw up a ransom I jacked it, stripped the beat naked and packed it Gimme my rewards (The way I, the way I wanna get 'em. I want 'em gotten. I want 'em layin' out. I want 'em gotten. 'Cause niggas need to be gotten. He need to be taken off of here. That's right.) more free lyrics |
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