| Lyrics: | 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 |
