| Lyrics: | 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 |
