Raekwon
Only Built 4 Cuban Linx...
Spot Rusherz
[Raekwon (Ghostface Killah)]
*Wu-Tang St. Ide's commercial goin on underneath*
All that good shit
(Yeah)
KnowhatI'msayin, you come in, you come in lookin flavorful
(Word)
YouknowImean? You the whole, you the whole shit of the whole night
(But I've seen it though, knowhatI'msayin? Like I seen it
You know, my G is too futuristic for that shit, knowhatI'msayin?)
Word, did you try to get a little swerve kid on?
(She tried to man, youknowI'msayin, but she just couldn't pull it off man, word)
Word?
(Just couldn't pull it off her as her drawers)
Word
(Fuck that bitch though, knowI'msayin? Shoulda, on the real...
Yo yo tonight feel like a nigga gonna get burnt man)
Yeah yeah
(It's like you hear something tomorrow right
Some like yo, blahzay blah)
It's the wind, I'm tellin you
(Yeah yeah word)
It's the air, I can feel it
(It feel hot, it feel feel hot at night and shit like the sun ain't even out
Yo the sun don't shine though, knowI'msayin?)
[Raekwon]
Yeah
One two one two nigga
Line for line, line for line, how we get down wit da rhyme
Yo, it be a line for line, line for line
This is how we get down
Yeah, line for line, line for line
This is how we get down
Yo, can you feel me? Storytellin rap Magellan
I ain't tellin
Them niggaz ran in the spot for sellin
Word up, pushed up, man got mushed up
Seen him at a rap show actin like fat cat though
Glasses gold, shinin like a real big boy
This nigga had mega ice on Chips Ahoy!
Cat surrounded, this political brown kid
All out the wind yo, my man walked in
Pullin mints out son had mad clientele
Order me Cristal twice Kion, chill!
Watch them niggaz, hey yo that clique's from outta state
They bubble weight in Far Rockaway with Blake Carrington
You know the kid with the most dough getters
And terrors on fat shit clique they rock Lo sweaters
That's my man, that's my man too
Call him up on the strength of the Wu
And watch me game, yo grab the cell
I got a heist to pull off well
At the end of the week, I'm buyin you a L
Lexus nigga, I ain't talkin bout Hancock
No time for weed plus no time to get locked
That night, up in the staircase
Cousin had me laced out, skeed all outta my face
We gon get dat cruchy chump for all of his lump
Don't try to front, you was sweatin this Hilfinigga
Guess who walked in, Abbott and his man from Farragut
Confront him wit the Ruger on his back, walk in black
Where's your man, where's the sky blue Land at?
Stop playin Wu in the back, smacked him wit the gat
(Yo, money said he be here in fifteen!)
He's not lyin, wait for the Millenia green to pull up
He got the Donna Karan shit on, two rings
Six carats a piece plus the chain swing
Like anchors on ships, flooded wit all diamond chips
Back pockets, two clips, four-fifths wit rubber grips
Layin, two bottles of brass I was slayin
Meditatin, red dot be waitin for my payment
Heard the key in the lock, cocked the glock, turn the lights out
Dip behind the couch, Kion gag his mouth
Infraredded his head when he entered
But I saw Perry Ellis leather with Dorinda
A friend of, Kion's wife, Kenya, the bitch larger than life
Yo, shorty be fuckin mad Columbian niggaz
Fuck it, get on the floor meet the black Lex Luthor
Stripped fast, the bitch had on Claiborne drawers
Yo Rae, you about to scrape her, chill Ghost
Thought for a second, turned around
Threw the nine in his meatloaf
Yo, where's the cash and the stash that's mixed?
I don't know!
Shot his hand, he started screamin like a bitch
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