Raekwon
Only Built 4 Cuban Linx...
Can It Be All So Simple (Remix)
[Raekwon (Ghostface Killah)]
So that's it kid, youknowhatI'msayin? Right here, lights out
Yo yo hold up let me talk to this cat
Yo kid, what up Starks, what up?
(Ay ay, wassup? Wassup baby?)
Ay yo yo yo kid, ay yo yo
I just seen this kid over there over there, right over there
By your by your by your buildin and shit
I know he ain't down with your team
(Who?)
Don't know, some skinny lookin, big-head nigga, youknowI'msayin?
(That nigga ain't fuckin with heads though)
Yo son, I just seen five fiends around a nigga son
(Fuck, we gotta roll)
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
There they go right there kid
(That cat?)
Word up
(Hey yo kid)
I'm right behind you
(What the fuck is you doin man huh? Huh?)
{The fuck you talkin to?}
I'm 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?}
*smack* (What the fuck, the fuck I say?)
Aiyyo c'mere! C'mere!
Motherfu- c'mere
(Yeah it's my shit, it's my shit!)
Get up
(Yo grab that nigga, grab him)
*gun shot*
Run! Oh shit! *gun shot* Move son! Move! *gun shots* Move move!
Go ahead! Get him! Oh shit!
(Oh shit, oh shit oh shit, yo, yo man, yo son I'm hit son I'm hit)
Yo son?
(I'm hit son)
Damn son, you bleedin son, bad son
(Hey yo grab this grab this take this take this
Take this take this, I'm goin over to God's house
Gahead before 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, yo)
[Raekwon]
It's the remix son
Can it be, act like you know
Check it
[Ghostface Killah]
Yo, check what happened out of state
I'm knockin off a half a cake
Cash Rule, flyin 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 em, shot up in em, deadly venom
I hung around the big time bosses
Illegal forces 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 flashbacked 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 Corps, and now I'm a outlaw
Ray continue to carry a fo-fo nigga
(Can it be that it was all so simple then?)
Dedicated to the Gods and Earths
Dedicated to babies who came feet first
(Can it be that it was all so simple then?)
Dedicated to up north and down state
Dedicated to rich niggaz who sell weights
(Can it be that it was all so simple then?)
Dedicated to projects with black kids
Dedicated to man who build pyramids
[Ghostface Killah (Raekwon)]
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)
Yeah, hit em Chef yo
[Raekwon]
It started off on the Island
A/K/A 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 Hill with caves, 360 waves
And no searchin for loose ends, now flex 300 Benz
Mac-10s 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?)
Yeah, for real
Murderous material stacked up
(Can it be that it was all so simple then?)
Peace to majors, for real
(Can it be that it was all so simple then?)
Meditating on life
(Can it be that it was all so simple then?)
Gold
(Can it be that it was all-)
Word up y'all
Crazy fly dedications, to my people
Word up, peace to all my brothers that I ain't gonna see no more
(-all so simple then?)
Peace to brothers on the Island, up north
(Can it be that it was all so simple then?)
Word up
(Can it be that it was all so simple then?)
{Straight up, I love you boy, it's on like that}
(Can it be that it was all so simple then?)
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
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