Raekwon
Only Built 4 Cuban Linx...
Knowledge God
[Raekwon]
*sniff* *long sniff*
Plug, *sniff* word yo, knowI'msayin
*snort* word yo, *snort* YouknowhatI'msayin? *sniff*
You know, you know we had the baddest motherfuckin unit back in the days, kid!
(No doubt, no doubt, I know that son, I know that
You know I 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)
True, Tyriq, Size, you know what I'm sayin
Had these motherfuckin, all them wild-ass niggaz man
You know what I'm sayin L?
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Shit is wild overall, youknowhatI'msayin God?
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Word up, youknowI'msayin?
(You know how we do, word up)
So you let my shit go on the count of three, though
YouknowhatI'msayin?
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 Riq, almost got hit with fourteen
Chill paw, 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, 24 a brick
Columbians be on some bullshit, that's why Popi 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:
Yo why's my niggaz 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 mathematics son? Knowledge God
Fly like cashmere, last year
My team caught bodies in Gravsmere
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
Sixteen shots in his fishtank
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 heron
I can't front though, truck loads of indo
Soon to blow slow, his ass is out now, talione
Chorus (3x)
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 52 states, yeah
Catch me later, word up, yeah, yeah
About to make moves and slide like grease
Moves and slide like grease
Moves
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