The Oogieloves in the Big Balloon Adventure (2012)

Actors

• Cloris Leachman (actress)
• Christopher Lloyd (actor)
• Chazz Palminteri (actor)
• Cary Elwes (actor)
• Jaime Pressly (actress)
• Toni Braxton (actress)
• Michael Buster (miscellaneous crew)
• Matthew Diamond (director)
• Timothy Martin (miscellaneous crew)
• Doug Kolbicz (miscellaneous crew)
• Mindy Silberman (miscellaneous crew)
• Mindy Silberman (miscellaneous crew)
• Mindy Silberman (miscellaneous crew)
• Girish Bhargava (editor)
• Nick Drago (actor)

Genres

• Family

The Oogieloves in the Big Balloon Adventure (2012)

Actors

• Cloris Leachman (actress)
• Christopher Lloyd (actor)
• Chazz Palminteri (actor)
• Cary Elwes (actor)
• Jaime Pressly (actress)
• Toni Braxton (actress)
• Michael Buster (miscellaneous crew)
• Matthew Diamond (director)
• Timothy Martin (miscellaneous crew)
• Doug Kolbicz (miscellaneous crew)
• Mindy Silberman (miscellaneous crew)
• Mindy Silberman (miscellaneous crew)
• Mindy Silberman (miscellaneous crew)
• Girish Bhargava (editor)
• Nick Drago (actor)

Genres

• Family

The Oogieloves in the Big Balloon Adventure (2012)

Actors

• Cloris Leachman (actress)
• Christopher Lloyd (actor)
• Chazz Palminteri (actor)
• Cary Elwes (actor)
• Jaime Pressly (actress)
• Toni Braxton (actress)
• Michael Buster (miscellaneous crew)
• Matthew Diamond (director)
• Timothy Martin (miscellaneous crew)
• Doug Kolbicz (miscellaneous crew)
• Mindy Silberman (miscellaneous crew)
• Mindy Silberman (miscellaneous crew)
• Mindy Silberman (miscellaneous crew)
• Girish Bhargava (editor)
• Nick Drago (actor)

Genres

• Family

American Pie Presents: The Book of Love (2009)

Actors

• Jim Wynorski (actor)
• C. Thomas Howell (actor)
• Eugene Levy (actor)
• Mike Elliott (producer)
• Rosanna Arquette (actress)
• Tim Matheson (actor)
• Dana Dubé (miscellaneous crew)
• Steve Railsback (actor)
• John Putch (director)
• Prudence Emery (miscellaneous crew)
• Curtis Armstrong (actor)
• Bret Michaels (actor)
• Carrie Keagan (actress)
• Sherman Hemsley (actor)
• John Gilbert (editor)

Genres

• Comedy

Taglines:

It's the hottest slice yet!

Lenny the Raccoon Slayer (2008)

Actors

• Wade Fennig (producer)
• Nicholas Humphries (director)
• Keith Opatovsky (producer)
• Jennifer Siddle (producer)
• Dionne Gordon (producer)
• Ryan Copple (editor)
• Ryan Copple (actor)
• Dale Wolfe (actor)
• Alex Dafoe (actor)
• Kim Tough (miscellaneous crew)
• Miguel Valdez-Lopez (producer)
• Michael S. Baser (producer)
• Phil Schroeder (producer)
• Warona Lekalake (miscellaneous crew)
• Jackson Eng (writer)

Genres

• Comedy
• Short

Taglines:

Getting rid of evil. One backyard at a time.

Quotes:

Russ: I think I've soiled myself!

Holly Hobbie and Friends: Secret Adventures (2007)

Actors

• Dee Bradley Baker (actor)
• Dee Bradley Baker (actor)
• Dee Bradley Baker (actor)
• Dee Bradley Baker (actor)
• Dee Bradley Baker (actor)
• Dee Bradley Baker (actor)
• Dee Bradley Baker (actor)
• Diedrich Bader (actor)
• Diedrich Bader (actor)
• Rusty Schwimmer (actress)
• Michael McShane (actor)
• Michael McShane (actor)
• Alyson Stoner (actress)
• Paul Butcher (actor)
• Liliana Mumy (actress)

Genres

• Animation
• Family
• Short

Davay poigraem! (2007)

Actors

• Alexander Rodnyansky (producer)
• Georgi Drozd (actor)
• Anatoliy Belyy (actor)
• Lyubov Tolkalina (actress)
• Stanislav Duzhnikov (actor)
• Marina Golub (actress)
• Andrey Chernyshov (actor)
• Sergei Shustitsky (composer)
• Vladimir Ovcharov (actor)
• Maksim Maksimyuk (actor)
• Nikolay Shevchenko (producer)
• Mikhail Fedorov (actor)
• Aleksandr Itygilov Jr. (director)
• Alla Snitsar (writer)
• Denis Kapustin (actor)

Genres

Green Valley (2007)

Actors

• Junie Hoang (actress)
• Mickey Kravitz (actor)
• Mickey Kravitz (actor)
• Mickey Kravitz (actor)
• Mickey Kravitz (actor)
• Mickey Kravitz (actor)
• Mickey Kravitz (actor)
• Mickey Kravitz (actor)
• Mickey Kravitz (actor)
• Mickey Kravitz (director)
• Electra Barakos (actress)
• Electra Barakos (actress)
• Electra Barakos (actress)
• Jamie Seibert (actor)
• Jamie Seibert (actor)

Genres

• Family

Peep and the Big Wide World (2004)

Actors

• Jayne Eastwood (actress)
• Colin Fox (actor)
• Derek Lamb (miscellaneous crew)
• Joan Cusack (actress)
• David Huband (actor)
• David Huband (actor)
• Catherine Disher (actress)
• Corinne Conley (actress)
• Robert Tinkler (actor)
• Robert Tinkler (actor)
• Kathleen Laskey (actress)
• Kathleen Laskey (actress)
• Kathleen Laskey (actress)
• Kathleen Laskey (actress)
• Matthew Knight (actor)

Genres

• Animation
• Family

Bobo und die Hasenbande 2 - Abenteuer im Wald (1997)

Actors

• Alan Williams (composer)
• Péter Balázs (actor)
• Stephen L. Johnson (editor)
• Christopher Robin Miller (actor)
• Christopher Robin Miller (actor)
• Rick Macy (actor)
• Forrest S. Baker III (writer)
• Forrest S. Baker III (actor)
• Forrest S. Baker III (editor)
• Forrest S. Baker III (producer)
• Sándor Makay (actor)
• Kevin Rahm (actor)
• Alan Peterson (actor)
• Imre Józsa (actor)
• Mary Parker Williams (actress)

Genres

• Animation
• Family
• Musical

Taglines:

A Fun Tale of Courage, Responsibility and Teamwork [U.S. video release]

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Treez - Raekwon
• Verbal Intercourse - Raekwon
• Weed - Raekwon
• Uncle - Raekwon
• Power - Raekwon
• North Star - Raekwon
• You Might Die - Raekwon
• What's Goin' On - Raekwon
• We Will Rob You - Raekwon
• Knowledge God - Raekwon
• Jury - Raekwon
• Incarcerated Scarfaces - Raekwon
• Glaciers of Ice - Raekwon
• Ice Water - Raekwon
• The Table - Raekwon
• Yae Yo - Raekwon
• Wu Crime - Raekwon
• Where You At - Raekwon
• Rainy Dayz - Raekwon
• Can It All Be So Simple (remix) - Raekwon
• Live From New York - Raekwon
• Heart to Heart - Raekwon
• Fuck Them - Raekwon
• Casablanca - Raekwon
• All I Got is You Pt. II - Raekwon
• Knuckleheadz - Raekwon
• Forecast - Raekwon
• Friday - Raekwon
• Striving For Perfection - Raekwon
• Shark Niggas (Biters) - Raekwon
• Ice Cream - Raekwon
• Real Life - Raekwon
• Heaven & Hell - Raekwon
• Wu-Gambinos - Raekwon
• Guillotinz (Swordz) - Raekwon
• Pop Shit - Raekwon
• Criminology - Raekwon
• Whips And Kicks - Raekwon
• 100 Rounds - Raekwon
• Spot Rusherz - Raekwon
• Ill Figures - Raekwon
• I Recall - Raekwon
• Footprints Of Osama - Raekwon
• Fly Shawty Penelope - Raekwon
• Robbery - Raekwon
• Once in a Lifetime - Raekwon
• Yes Sir - Raekwon
• Wild In Da Club - Raekwon
• Your World & My World - Raekwon
• Treasurers - Raekwon

[Intro: Raekwon]
Word up, yo call up the jet, call up the dred, man
Word up, man...
"Smoking" "Drinking" [x2]
[Raekwon:]
Aiyo, soon as he hit the door, he seen me, I'm playin' the floor
Backward packs, Dutches by the drawer
Didn't want the nigga to grab me, yo
He threw my skirt up, my Glad bag, he touchin' my seeds
Goodness calm down, chump, you ain't the largest nigga
Holdin' that match pack, I still broke 'em off and my back was killin' me
Yeah, this nigga try'nna pose, frontin' with Loretta
In the crib with some hoes, yo...
He bought to fuck both of them yo, call Kush and 'em up
Purple Haze just got rolled on, why the fuck my niggaz know nothin'
Matter fact, I heard Thai Stick got stuck, they blew Black Gold on 'em
Plus your son's spoiling my days, yeah
The nigga robbin' everybody, him and Keith, them niggaz crazy, yeah
He just came home, he out in Ghana, packagin' shit
They ride inside of Ice Cream cones
Look at Northern, that nigga hazed out
He and some wack nigga Air Force, lame nigga, he ain't bathed
And got the nerve, yo, to look like Grady, God
They threw the brown paper bag on his face, and Jail went crazy
Blamin' 'em, yo he was gettin' tortured
He had white niggaz pissin' and shit, he left sores on 'em
Wow, what up with Maui, Maui chillin'
He in the fed joint, cousin got knocked, I heard he got millions
Tourin' with Yukon Gold, yo, they out in Europe
With the new accent, that shit is grown
Northern got his Lights sprayed out
He out in Texas, with some ugly ass African niggaz, they blew his pipes out
[Chorus x3: Raekwon]
Weed, niggaz fiend for me, smokin' my leaves
I'm like weed, can't stand niggaz touchin' my seeds
I'm like weed, keep sellin' me to crooks and thieves
I'm like weed, all the young niggaz callin' me trees
"Smoking" "Drinking" [x2]
[Raekwon:]
Went in the stash, grabbed Hash and 'em
He had a forty pound nigga named Brown, they poured gas on him
Yeah, yo, the crib got raided, God, Challish was there
He got tangled up, caught him and beared
Yo, under the pillow, White Widow, yo
She went to crack school, never came back, I heard she look old
Her and Sesamia, God, two twin crack monkeys, pa
Sleepin' in quesadias, Blueberry rollin' 'em
She crashed the "Purple" whip, Passion had it
They up in In' niggaz crib, all dusted, niggaz butt ass
Acapulco Gold 'Dro, chillin', him and Satib'
Out in Geneva, in Cherry Gold's benzos
Corner Bud, he a real gangsta
Him and Skunk got drunk, they murdered a man with one lung
Now they on the run, yo, Con Bud, nigga got bodied
Had Jamaican niggaz, yellin', "He robbed me!", yo
Look at all of 'em, Yard Weed and 'em
Bloods geesin' 'em, now he can't sell, he livin' with Trees
Afghani' bugged out, some Israel niggaz rushed 'em
Kidnapped his little sister Pine Green
Word, it got deeper, word, they chopped Reefer
Caught 'em in the sock of some young nigga, they meat cleaved 'em
Yo, I got to blow, I'm embarrased
They threw Crystal Palace kid off the roof, with T.H.C.'s madness
[Chorus x3]

Through the lights cameras and action, glamour, glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I?m deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
To conquer peace leavin? savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, police payin' me to give in my gun
Trick my wisdom with the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold leaf, I hold heat, nonchalantly
I?m grungy, but things I do is real, it never haunts me
While, funny style niggaz roll in the pile
Rooster heads profile on a bus to riker?s isle
Holdin' weed inside they pussy with they minds on the
Pretty things in life, props is a true thug?s wife
It?s like a cycle, niggaz come home, some?ll go in
Do a bullet, come back, do the same shit again
From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns salute life, rapidly, that?s the ritual
Perhaps bullets bust niggaz discuss mad money
True lies and white guys, we can see it through the eyes
Catch the most on tape, kilos disintegrate
Pyrex pots, we break, fiends lickin? plates
In the building niggaz buildin' like little children starin'
Them older niggaz ain?t carin'
Sirens circlin', fiends are lurkin' in your baggage
Oh, one?s gone now, what, smack him in his cabbage
In the woodwork, crack cells, bubble like Woolworths
In the projects, richest niggaz rockin? all the real worth
Police questionin', rooftop cats invested in
Tradin' in they Lexus? GS?s sendin' messages
Two and two makes four, Cristals crazily pour
Gun wars my crew phantom like swords
With the green leathers, hunded pound snakes and cakes
Fiends found in lakes, jealously jakes we shake
What I strive for is what I live for
Infatuated by material things and it?s wild like for war
Like somewhere over the rainbow, I see a big pot of gold
Future stacks, yo, I hold
Thousands of cracks bagged up inside the shoebox
Don?t keep jack in my lap, don?t wanna see Tupac
Got two spots, a new lot, flooded with rocks
Shoot-outs makin' me hot, crooked cops bad tony and the ball drop
In the now, I?m bangin' niggaz for slide time
Hurry up, duke, I?m next, show ?em mine
And what the fuck is you lookin' at?
By the way young blood, hit me off with that Green Bay hat
Watch your back inside the hall, new niggaz slide through
Like doors, yo, you?re starin' in the mess hall
Your adrenaline runs, cigarette niggas be swindlin'
New jacks surrenderin', come home not rememberin'
Made bail with different size kicks on, a white dress shirt
Lookin' gay in the yard, and you got hurt
Flashbacks, for the day room, mop ringer style
Your faggot ass got bashed tryin' to turn the dial
You told your boo you was whylin'
Once you heard Wu, out of the blue, your family?s from Shaolin
High class cooks, throw on vests out of phone books
Infirmary niggas are screamin', "I got drugs"
Sharpen toothbrushes, 190 mixed with baby oil and shit
Your man?s in the kitchen stashin' ice picks
Well I?ma end this with a big red cherry on top
Me, Nas and Rae got the best product on the block
Strength my whole team is eatin' off this type of shit
Good shit, nigga next time, no more whatever shit
Keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front pocket

[Raekwon:]
Hailin from the slums of Staten
Extra gats, Massive workers, Some come home and collapse
Witness the style, Profile, Whillin, Floatin with spliffs
Dinosaur fifths, They all got style with it
Rockin raw pour genuine fabric, Know how to puff Arabic black
Donna trip, Slap a bitch, Drive nothin but sevens
Eleven of us, Hot legends that will pop for the record
All about trips, Flippin bricks, Minglin
Gleamin in your whore face, Jump out, what up bitch, Trick blingin
Hittin Cristal and coffee, Yellin get up off me
You want war, Fuck it, Give em all of me
For all the young coke buyers and triers, Live wires
Nice niggas down at the offerings yo
It's nothin, Came at ya'll niggas like what an
Skatin in the H2 eye, Pop the button
Flash that million dollar hand, He clan
He came through, Fisherman hat, Weather channel on

[Intro: Raekwon]
Word up, unc's is a live nigga
Hey, Uncle, uncle! What up baby?
Yeah, yeah, I need a pair of kicks, pa
Hold me down, man, for real, for real, for real
Love you to death, nigga
Word up, word up, uncle, uncle, uncle
Yeah, fuck them niggas, homey
[Raekwon]
For years, he had the coast's on lock
Jamaicans make bread, Cubans call him pop
Was a young O.G., considerate, fly gangsta anxious
His face is rude, that made him more dangerous
Went suddenly blind, he couldn't see faces
He rock glaciers, well known in strange places
Been killin' niggas, all ages
Paid his way up out of court cases, extortin mazes
Love stay greens, livin' in Queens
Cousin named Dahoom, who you, nigga I'm Team
Dressed real ill proper, when he locked up
Playin' the wall, one foot up, what, the kid was into soccer
Love family, nigga in Miami, right, Air Force's on
Four horses smokin' on china white, they bad
He had the Shaft look, and then he yell Rae
He had cribs hooked, he had nasty books
Him and his right hand, worth a hundred in the can
Little short Dominican, little Duran was fam
Eyes bloody, pop Vasine and he studied
Gave rides to me, dropped me and Old Earth in Brooklyn
I mean Brook-lan, a super crook don off the hook
He had the juks look, and he loves Benzes and gongs
Get wands, daddy, Yukon, grow up get on's daddy
Be sure, watch for, eat all that, daddy
Yeah, young'n's, supposed to marry
Don't play me close, kept the loot in his boats, he threw the toast at me
I wanted to be with him badly
Had me like a little nigga, runnin' with wolves, they all glow gladly
Heavenly, now he seventy, got rich representin' me
He won't throw me no cash, play pool, baby
I be like, ooh, no you didn't, baby, get drunk money
You'se a slick dude, baby, slip through, baby
Yeah, I'm on, makin' records now, I be gettin' money after you gone
He's a Don, slick Juan, Marijuan', Don Juan
Eatin' Caribbean food, feedin' me wrong
Breathe from the tongue, Chef you live
Make these niggas realize you gon' be number one
[Chorus: n/a (Raekwon)]
He's a high roller, he's a shot caller
He's a slick talker, he's a big baller

Take it off, sho' 'nough kid, take it off
We gon' take it from the east to the west to the north to the south
Show y'all what it's about
Don't make me throw no gun in your mouth
Know? How long is your cream? This long?
Eh yo, his belt got karats in it
Swift description, E-320 nigga pitchin'
Rock a raw dinosaur chain, hang to his thang
It?s like, he pump isolated, still cashin' in cream
Niggas in the hood hate him, drew a vase of him
Blaze ?em, he actin' like Shallah raisin' him
This is hydrogen, son ain?t live as him
He like Maguyver, chin 4 spies with him
Roll relentless, desert that he hold is a gift wish
Smash the list, give his miss dick
Technique, operation sex scream
About the bet cream, them alligators jet like a vet swing
Nigga like Nicolas Cage with the gage in your braids
2 cannons that?ll spray, rockin' banana suede
Suck this drunk alcohol dick
Fuck y?all niggas with hits, we 'bout to shit on y?all shit
Y?all brothas wanna call us out?
Name names, otherwise it?d be the wise to shut the fuck up
Get pimp-smacked up, jacked up and macked up
You?re scared and froze of bein' exposed
I own Harlem, I bone Harlem, call me the Mayor
It?s my borough, you don?t want no problems
I?m on now, you dead pop, all jokes aside
I ride the top, you glide the bottom
Pitfall, 5 foot 9, my dick balls
Shit y?all, leave flat line to stick your?s
We flip off basic and brace it
8 kills, 47 ways to taste it
Never understand what you never been told
You did your book bitin' off of my scrolls
We hit man, Colombo, coats and hats to match
Bust off quick, and then, guns go back
Ah yo, I move like Arthur Ash against God
4 raquets, 8 balls and no practice
Every cypher?s a heated discussion
The industry was like a beat that needed percussion
And I brun the music, shit that make crews flip
Y'all might say that I?m the illest, this is Q.U. shit
I used to heat-hole, now I?m takin' over like the repo?
No bitches that roll, cee-lo that?ll sniff a kilo?
We went from Frank?s and beans to shanks and greens
Now we drive our navigators to banks in Queen?s
Y?all can?t fuck around, your words ain?t right
Every time I touch the mic, they say, "Perb ain?t right"
But that?s the truth though, d?oh, infact that?s it
When they drop this shit, I?m gon? cop that shit
It's the new star, you want me? I?m at the juice bar
Y?all once hap? niggas, give me 2 stars
I heard what y?all rappin' about, but bring your stash out
You shouldn?t throw rocks if you livin' in glass house
Sneak your weak shit at us, on the low though
Where these cats come from, speakin' about Po?
He got cash to cop and I?m crashin'
But half of y?all cats just catchin' up to Rae? last year
Got guns in the jungle, call ?em Jurassic
The chrome, the steel, the 22-shot plastic
While y?all niggas cop jars, me and my niggas cop bars
Gettin' head from rock stars
We blowin' everything apart, I?m smashin' the charts
How I see it? Yo, how you see it?
Eh yo, what you wanna be when you grow up?
Yo, I wanna be a leader
Slow your speed up and stop tryin' to be us
Say somethin' always, got a future? Stay out the hallways
And get yourself right, a 100 more ways
Fly like iceberg, nice with verbs, precise words
Bentley swerve, hit the curb, jump out, cock back, spit out
Shut your block down, get out, criminal route
Gangsta shit, can?t talk now, gun in your mouth
Cream team killas, cocoon cats like caterpillars
Giant size gorillas, break niggas backs from the skrilla
Scratch, greenback track, Fed?s berserk
That?s my word, disrespect Recca, get what you deserve
Inferno, melt down mic?s, millionaire in my afterlife
Broke bread with Christ on the last night
Apocalypse, sleep with 4-5th, 2 clips
Passport, cellphone with the removable micro-chip
Specialist, 40-karat Sicilian necklace

Intro: Raekwon, talking to Poppa Wu
Ol Dirty Bastard singing in the background
You know God, I just been, youknowhatI'msayin?
Doin my regular thing man
So I'ma get back up with you though baby
KnowhatI'msayin? You know you my nigga kid
I'ma always come through for you baby
Yo man, you gotta understand, this shit is real though man
All the time, word
Yo man, that's you man
Yo peace Rae, peace God!
(We've got the powers to resurrect the dead)
Whassup baby? God damn, look at you man
Damn God, I got a shit out you man
Man, I done watched you man, since you was a little crumbsnatcher
A little weed-hopper running around here man
Look at you baby, you look good
(We've got the powers to resurrect the dead)
Understand, I watched you go through a lot of trials and tribulations
But you know something, like I used to always tell you baby
A good listener's a good learner
(G-O-D's my reality)
I see you listened VERY well, understand?
(I'm elevating strong and I'm gonna go on to the highest degree)
Your time is coming baby
See sometime, it could be like, a rear view
YouknowhatI'msayin? And people don't know when their blessing comes
But I watch you grow, man you is a very intelligent man
Man, I watched you when I used to sit down and you would
trick me out my money shootin dice, niggaz is you crazy?
Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
(G-O-D's my reality)
Crazy you crazy man
Yo Rae, you remember that shit man?
When we used to be down there in the hills and shit man?
(I'm elevating strong I'm gonna go on to the highest degree)
And you'd catch it, from Old Man Freed
He'd be yelling ";You little slick ass";
Ha ha ha ha
Talk to me baby, knowhatI'msayin?
Ha ha ha ha
I've been through all them things, man I'm watchin you growin
But remember one thing Rae like I used to tell you
The child you was is making you the man you is today
And if you don't know where you came from baby
You DAMN sure know that you don't know where you going
Can you see what I'm saying?
Know which way you travelling
(We've got the powers to resurrect the dead)
You understand? And follow that destiny, follow the light
And it'll set you free
(Ohh, G-O-D's my reality)
Cause I've watched you baby
You my main man
Yeah
(We're elevating strong and we're going on to the highest degree)
Now that could be the Wu-Tang production
Start to knuckle up and, gun shots start to click the block's duckin
Could it be, and would it be, that we was babies
Catchin, rabies, niggaz seem to act crazy
Day one, in my spot July the tenth
I had a mint, stickin up Devines hittin them with nines
I was toxie, from layin up in Roxie's all night
This nigga bust a shot, lick my man's wife
It was havoc I contact the Abbot
He shook the shoulder though, then he passed the phat chrome automatic
We goin to war, you know we headed to the floor
He woulda, did it, for me fuck it, let's mosie
Schemin dough, with the P.L.O., wrapped on tight
Sayin in my mic ";Yo we gotta go";
My first impression was to add some lessons
Question, one, what made you even show your gun and blow the session?
He replied and rocked the green eye
And yo, he started, yellin ";Them niggaz sellin two for fives!";
But he's a goner and I got my corner
What, I'm feedin my babies, Cash Rules for mortal daughters
Yeah, Rae baby
Feedin my babies, Cash Rules for mortal daughters
Only God is the son of man
(We've got the powers to ressurrect the dead)
I'll say it one time, and be ceratin that fake God does not exist
(Ohh, G-O-D's my reality)
(I'm elevating strong we're gonna go on to the highest degree)
This is why the universe, has itself balanced the scale
of devine knowledge, and it was measured by the portion
of solid knowledge
No man, can judge for another
But each man must weigh all facts and circumstances
And find truth in his own judgment of righteousness
See, the way to evil, balance equality in no man
For no man is good and bad at the same time
Either you good, or you bad

[Raekwon:]
Yo, at night time, reflection from the mural
Federal bureau with ikes, did it all our lives
We Swiss bankers, cream making in Australia
Floss whales, we live, men, plus the son of the Mahalias
Gold plated horse with the wooden face, catch me up grace
Iceberg blanket, Queen Cheeba sheets
The Giganti's, paparazzi nazi, elbow money
Invisible glaciers, laying over rastas
Let the stars know, the crescent is the blessing
We came here to show and prove, make moves, for every dollar in the groove
Rhymes that's imported, wore platinum kitchens and shit
Niggas gave bitches, most got extorted
[Doo Wop:]
Yo, aqua swiss iceberg wrist, the chocolate swiss miss
Love the Spanish kid, with the Starburst twist
Marvelous, with the '59, 50 fitteds, matching the kicks
That's crispier than Saint Nicolas fish
Do take, niggas slipping the disk, Wop and Rae world premiere shit
Like Sermon and Smith, homey, my sermom is swift
I got them powerful verse, that if
This was a church, the'll give a cripple person a lift
And now he crip walking, I ain't just talking
I do this thing often, ask Kenyon Martin
Last week, I gave his chain a bone
And told him, take this with you to Boston (the kid's awesome)
[Chorus x2: Raekwon]
From every borough to borough, every castle to castle
We connect, put it down, and we ask you
Real niggas rapidly past you, mumbling, come on
Standing right in front of the building, son, nigga, you might die
[Doo Wop:]
Yo, I came across the Verrazano, to polly with Mr. Polly, himself
Plus I need a pair of wally's with the cheddar melt
Goat snake skin to coincide with the belt
It's doe or die, baby, like Sosa, hold your penny up high
[Raekwon:]
Aiyo, inkless colorless Aston, toast, nigga, post
One of the finest made taylors to sow
My medicine's growth, young popes, greatest of all time
Spoke, who drove off, had sixty horses on post
It's automatic magic, thirty kangols
Understand, fabric spray at faggots, close
The legacy's dying, fakers approach, hit him with the hater soap
Clap at your gators and snatch your hoe
[Doo Wop:]
It's the 2 double 0 3, version of the Cold Crush
And Force MC's, I'm bout to force mc's
To get their weight up, yo Rae, I'm a DJ, and I'm still telling
Rap cats, to step they game up, ain't that some shit, playa?
[Interlude: Raekwon]
Hahaha, yeah bulletproof armor tank shit, nigga
P-9 material only, real niggas, Sing Sing style
Word up

[Raekwon:]
Days that fly through the mist, so young and so rich
Powerful minds, the lines get intense
Wall to wall, cats in hell, so many trapped lost
Some will prevail and get clapped off in jail
Families mentally dyin', the roads is narrow
Jump out, bow and arrow, hit you with science
Huh, we've been livin' this daily
The wiz know what it is, that's why the vision is more clearly
War between money and lust, trust me, I hit enough dust
Suade fronts, color schemes, truck rings, stuck kings
Suade fronts, Balley's and blunts
Living amongst thieves, all we did was robbin', we won, Marvin
[Outro: Marvin Gaye sample (Raekwon)]
Hey baby, what you no good? (That's right lord)
And trusted and back with, it's me I want
(Niggas gotta cut this faggot millennium shit out right now)
War is hell (War is hell, and get real with life)
And will it be (start teachin' ya'll brothers, man)

[kung fu sample:]
Who the hell teaches you kung fu?
Your master must be an ignorant idiot as well!
[Intro: Slick Rick]
(Uncle Ricky, would you read us a bedtime story?)
Nah kid, but I'm a give you one them old Raekwon crime joints
Feel me? We will, we will...
We will, we will - here we go
[Raekwon:]
Well it was late one night, walking through the park
With my leathered down coat and wallabee Clarks
Getting my step on, big shit, big six, big wrist
So much excitement in the air, I was crisp
Money suitcase, Louis joint (yo, Rae, I'm a get some shit just like yours!)
Go make it happen, black God and get rich
Saw the D's fly by, in a New Yorker, yup, tints and shit
They made a right on me, them last two dicks
Know I seen 'em, Max loaded, jog right back to the car
They spun around again and blast they shits
I dropped a Backwood, a puff and then a 6-4-5
You'se a live nigga, you almost smashed yo shit
I'm a don my way out the bitch, moving through the car
Nice and slow, two hoodies on and a golden pit
Nigga had a white eye, they both blacked down
What's the clown shit for? The dog jumped in the whip
It was a trained one, wops pointed at me (yo, nigga, freeze)
[GZA:]
I told the Chef Raekwon, pump the breaks
Slow it down, you know these C-Cypher Punks scanned your plates
Release the seatbelt off the shoulders, a mile ahead
Then the vibe got a lot colder when the marksman said
"Black niggas in the Jeep, get the fuck out the car"
"Put your hands where my eyes can see or suffer a scar"
He was a veteran, who kept, pepper spray in the cannister
Donut shop lounger, thirty eight brandisher
On top of that, the blunt smoke just rang a bell
Of his bloodhound who had an acute sense of smell
Beef tripping, saliva dripping from razor sharp teeth
That was pointy as the daggers of the Indian Chiefs
Same cops known for exorting pimps and booking whores
Aimed glocks at me and Rae, cause they was looking for
A few MC's wanted for a string of break-ins
Last seen, wearing long minks and snakeskins
[Chorus: Slick Rick]
We will, we will, rob you
We will, we will, glock you
We will, we will, what? who? (not you)
Here we go...
[Masta Killa:]
You know my Clan done ran from Japan to Atlanta
With stamina, peace to Chef, Mr. Meth
Move it on your left, with the Iron Lung breath
Ghostface Kill', U-G I'll
Deck so real, Dr. Ason Unique, the medic
Ahh, Allah Just, The Abbott, ya'll niggas can't forget it
You might catch a Cap if your shit ain't Street
Allah Mathematics make the cypher complete
See knowledge is the foundation of existence
To know starts the spark of the flow
Wisdom activation of the Nation moving
Wise words, show and prove or understand the 13 letters
And the Masta, culture be the way of life
Freedom is reward, who will pay the price for the power
Spending hour after hour, preparing his self
For the hour, now look how refined
When the mind and body is one, every part of me
Supreme equality, manifest the nature of self
G-O-D, now build and add on to the truth

Plug, word yo
I'm sayin'?
Know, you know we had the baddest
Motherfuckin' unit back in the days, kid
You know that?
You know what I'm sayin'?
I miss all my niggas though believe me
And I'll never forget none of 'em
Stovetop, Roofside, you know what I say
I had these motherfuckin', all these wild-ass niggas man
You know what I say, LB?
Shit is wild overall, you know what I'm sayin', God?
Word up, you know what I'm sayin'?
So you let my shit go on the count of three, though
You know what I'm sayin'?
Fake niggas throw shit in they drinks
Club nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and chinks
While World of Sport niggas snort coke by the seconds
Niggas 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 niggas 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
Yo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit
Let's get moneys son, now you wanna smoke shit
Chill God, yo, the Son don't chill Allah
What's today's mathematic son, Knowledge God
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
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
Yo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit
Let's get moneys son, now you wanna smoke shit
Chill God, yo, the Son don't chill Allah
What's today's mathematic son, Knowledge God
Why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit
Let's get moneys son, now you wanna smoke shit
Chill God, yo, the Son don't chill Allah
What's today's mathematic son, Knowledge God
Yo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit
Let's get moneys son, now you wanna smoke shit
Chill God, yo, the Son don't chill Allah
What's today's mathematic son, Knowledge God
Yeah, uh huh, uh huh, Miami niggas
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

I'll do it man, I know it
Tell me you niggaz don't make it do it man
Yo, we came long ways but we got on
Yo, holdin' my son's arm
Make it through the industry calm Lord
His name Rakim Allah
Wid' a wavy threw on shallah
Braveheart nigga from start yo
We all scientific instruments
I got put on math
Going through ill consequences
Running from jakes, running in gates
Check out the main face
We gotta gas and erase
Me not the ambitious one
I rather be there throw a word or two in
We here, I know we worth money yo
Just relax start analyzing
'Fore you start adding your sales tax
Took that tool in ooh 'bout to get large
Fuck that fucking with C rules
Y'all fools, by then 2 rhymes is wrote
Trying to master my flow
Gettin' diamonds on the low
Splash me a boat
What I'm gonna be
Is something more than anyone could think of me
Do what you want, I'm still gon' live my destiny
I've got one chance to live my life
And as long as I'm alive I will make it
Hard work a nigga was sold yo
Just trying to take control rock me a Roll
Glock be the goal take my time and build
Into the 36 got real people wanna see us
The word Steeles, your work reflects your life
Your earth respects you twice
Commodity advice chill wid' the ice
That's when I caught on
Sell these niggas the illusion
And plus live it out on spite
Yo the block is draining and scary
A nigga might die out here
Or be in some jail law library
Unlawful entry a century
Fuck I wanna live in jail?
I'm already in ghetto penitentiary
Talent made me be involuntary to y'all now
I just add on and teach one of y'all
Don't get exiled caught up in the mix
And loose sight focus burst
And you're forced to go wild yo
What I'm gonna be
Is something more than anyone could think of me
Do what you want, I'm still gon' live my destiny
I've got one chance to live my life
And as long as I'm alive I will make it
Prosperity endangered so many of us
All the bullshit has got away with murder
That's why we can see who's real and who's fake
And who bit off the last nigga tape stole his state
Wake up we running outta plans
The Devil inside of him tricknology is in one hand
Future's so far to see
The present's how will it be
The past don't even ask, just believe
Looking in the dictionary
Trying to spell out hard words
Define 'em and design 'em
I shine and curve
Take this jewel in and conquer me
I blend it in wit ganja
Not for the babies it's a mind sponsor
From the 17 million God raised
2 million lost slaved
19 million may we all praise
So when we wake up
Let's straighten up and get it together
For real and keep all getting paper
What I'm gonna be
Is something more than anyone could think of me
Do what you want, I'm still gon' live my destiny
I've got one chance to live my life
And as long as I'm alive I will make it

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
Knock niggaz out the box all the time
Bitches on my mother fuckin' records pah
Big ones, yeah, big fuckers
Straight up, fuck your whole team
Yeah bust it, yo, yo, fly G.I. niggaz
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
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 Connecticut
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
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 sticks be burnin' like chlorine
Niggaz recognize from here to Baltimore to Fort Green
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
With 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 'Rap Page'
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
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
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, switch 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!
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
Now yo yo, whattup yo, time is runnin' out
It's for real though, let's connect politic, ditto!
Get lifted in the staircases
Peace incarcerated scarfaces
Time is runnin' out
Politic ditto

Yo son we gotta take it and go get the Clarks man
Yo check it out yo
Yo I got a new niggaz don't even know son
Yo check the joint
Boom yo I got a crazy idea how to do Clarks now
Check it out boom this how you freak 'em boom
You go get you go get the cream joints right? Boom
Now now all you all you dye, is this shit right here
Boom, and this, ya know what I'm sayin'? Any color you want
But it'd be like, blue and cream, ya know what I'm sayin'?
Shit like that, niggaz don't even know this stuff
Word is bond I'm a rock niggaz this summer, on the real
Ya know what I'm sayin'? Yo son, I had crazy visions
Check it out check it out check it out, boom
Just imagine if you buy, check it out
Just imagine you bought navy blue, right
A navy blue, a navy blue pair right, boom
Of this, of this shit, ya know what I'm sayin'?
But dye gold top and got cream on top
Then you can have any color like
But you gotta drip it like it's marble cake
Know what I'm sayin'? Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Check it, yo, yo, yo, yo
Stand on the block Reebok gun cocked
Avalanche rock get paid off mass murderous services
Chef break 'em, watch the alley cats bake 'em
Watch the alley cats bake 'em
Four-nine made 'em, Jah create 'em take 'em
Quick fast we reflect like the sky be blue true
Wu-Tang saga continue
Grab Myer Lansky crashin' fantasy
Get high fellas, stand by, here's the plan, see?
Sit back collectin' Tecs N checks and
Blowin' slow in a Montaro flexin'
Beats break heavily word to INS bless me
Blow me like three bags of cess
For real from the Killa Hill locked and caged in
We're swarm representatives, reactin' like paid men
Strive for why's, nine lives in lies
Max sell and enjoy the highs, what
The treasure is the glaciers of ice
Orginal man possess the power to hold G's guns and grams
Caker baker pull off a keystone caper
Point out the baddest bitch in the crowd and I'm a scrape her
Proceed with caution as you enter the symphony
Degrees of pulse will increase intensely
Syndrome was caused by the deadly drums
But the battle was won by swords being swung
Slicing with a vocal from the international vocalist
Ya style is too local to fuck with this all fits of antagonists
No assistance movin' motionless mysterious swiftness
Thoughts roll down the shaft of the brain
Mental gives the signal to the physical
Whirlwind kicks and hits from every angle
Violent temperaments, uncountenance dented
Poison vintage wine rhymes I invented
Chumped by the drunken punches that punches the heart
Vital sparks from the arteries start
The treasure is the glaciers of ice original man
Possess the power of hold G's guns and grams
Straight up and down it's all good
Peace to them check castin' chain snatchin' gun flashin'
Niggaz in the hood bubblin' good
Analyze stocks, we'll be buyin' lion heads and cloths
To all my house bitches, starks will be home soon
I'm on tour chill, catch you ninety-six in June
But until then my ten-man team be safe
Chill on the whips to settle this, we can all get laced
Take a boat cruise, sip daiquiris and max swimmin' pools
Fly jewels Wally shoes blow stacks relax kid
Black kids got a cravin' for grapes until we get back
I'm packed leave the Mac that you're with
But whatever, I gotta hit other sides of the Earth
Spread Wuness, foolish, civilization's cursed
But luckily I'm born to be wild and aureal
Move crowds collect twenty thou and then we out
Heavy convoys my crew keep pretty boys paranoid
Blow like a steroid pat Dan's they're Akyroid
My seeds growin' his seeds marry his seeds
That's how we keep Wu-Tang money all up in the family
The treasure is the glaciers of ice
The treasure is the glaciers of ice
The treasure is the glaciers of ice
Original man possess the power to hold G's guns and grams
Caker baker pull off a keystone caper
Point out the baddest bitch in the crowd and I'm a scrape her
My seeds growin' his seeds marry his seeds
That's how we keep Wu-Tang money all up in the family
It's been a long time
This is the time
It's been a long time
Says Wu-Tang had the chance to shine
It's been a long time
It's been a long time

Intro: Ghostface Killer
Tommy Hil' rockin ice niggaz
Tommy Hil' ice rockin niggaz who fuck...
Mira, afrente
Take a one on one to this shit y'all (yeah)
Get your nostrils clear (yeah)
Come on, sniff your brains out
All my Al Capone, Al Pacino niggaz (yeah)
Who's down with drug smuggling
Cappadonna, Golden Arms
Verse One: Ghostface Killer
Yo, yo
Take out the rap kingpin, the black Jesus
I know a few niggaz sniff coke, it cause seizures
Peace to half-moon Caesars
and all the bitches in the bleachers
Hot weather, sex on the beaches
Jury shopping out of the country
Deluxe luxury, people saying dem not change
Look, truckle me
But what about the Wonder Woman bracelet
Two-oh point three diamond cut engraved rubies
Kid I laced it
My sweet tooth gotta nigga throbbin, ready for robbin
But first hit Maria's, for a butter almond
The bionic microphone is stacked mechanic
Move like a bunch of Mexicans with bandanas
Son, it's on so we can just Maximillion
I got the spot sewn, so we can make a billion
The God's tropical
Ladies call me black fruit punch
Rainbow, flavored niggas murder niggas for lunch
Peace to the Paris crew in the avenue, and my nigga Jay Love
Who carries switch blades on the red roof
Verse Two: Cappadonna
Yo, the first branch, the third leaf, whoever want it got beef
I politic, show love, crush those who dare creep
Into my realm of sunshine I praise divine
Fine line between dawn of dumb, deaf and blind
He ain't mine, he shook like the faggots on daytime
Crossed over grain while we was bubblin moonshine
Sippin on the Moet, laid up, Rae-Gambino
Mastermind the plan, Tony Starks, Cappachino
Develop while your head be swellin up all for the nation
Blinded by the ice while I release the confrontation
Donna holy fat bads of weed, ravioli
Pasta, Bodyguard the killa bee songs like Kevin Costner
Infrared all inside your bumba rasta
Cappadonna pimped the derby like the mobster
Interlude: Ghostface
Yeah, yeah
Eight spaghetti lame brain ass niggaz
Quarters, nickels, and dimes bitch
Except for overtime nigga
Any ass money should be fine
Cause I'm coming strong, reaking niggas backs
Keepin shit real
If you haven't noticed this crazy ass rusty, ass nigga
Let me tell you this four times
Tony Starks, Raekwon the chef
Cappachino and Golden Arms
Is comin through mad strong
From the isles of Shaolin
For all them faggot ass
Rusty ticket-head bitches too
Shump shump baby
Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef
Yo back in the days, baggin crack, scrapin plates
Flippin cakes to them heavy head niggaz hatin Jakes
It be us, all the war's soldiers, hangin in halls gettin over
City niggaz who for blood money rockin Rovers
Stay dipped, don't have no money in your pocket
In the streets while these people mark money in their Jeep
Crack bums watch your back for jumps
Caught before a fake twenty dollar bill
Get em son, we ain't the one
Politickin, purse vickin, sick of these Dominicans
Eatin good, had to shoot my way up out of Bennigans
That's life, to top it all off, beef for white
pullin bleach out tryin to throw it in my eyesight
Yo what the fuck was on yo mind?

Moet got me actin' like a fuckin' goat in here
Yo God, remember back in the days God?
When we came a long way and shit, man?
(No question)
Supposed to be blessin' each other on our physical days and shit
You know what I'm sayin', it's like basically
I wanna hit my family with like land and all of that
Diamonds and all that, we ran through that chamber dunn
Mainly stack mine, indeed it's been a long time
Let me feed y'all, fruits of life, shut up and eat y'all
Flavors for neighbors, Wallee's down to gators
The whole configuration stackin' paper
Yo we do this, on the low though
If so, we runnin' John Dolo
First thing, you need if you don't know
We carry 'cuz it's a real world, show and prove
In ill words, all my herbs know the slurge
Dress nasty like fuck, keep my bird on the job yo
You got to straighten up, do the worst thing to hurt her heart, damn
Took care of that, shared, even shed a tear for that
Bust my gat to throw gear on her back
Damn son, why she takin' you through that?
She's a part of me, pardon me flow Allah, we sworn we
Wisin' up, take care of home bases
Then we slide to another part and start more hatred
Life is sacred
The other side of that paw, you lie naked
Clothes in the box, go 'head take it
Flash back Jew status, salute Moms and get ya boots splattered
Batting average, ya Mom's had it
Just a broke young dumb, full of cum
Ready to haunt something, takes something of yours
Here you want something, growing up around fifteen
Watchin' how the big niggas rollin' wit big cream, big schemes
Quick to flash ya gat, laser beam
Pool table action black, hundred stacks made my niggas leave
Some be sayin', "Let em breathe"
The others wanna deceive, how we gonna make it if we don't achieve?
Right now, catch it from a vertical degree yo
We startin' showin' our asses, committing burglaries
One got caught, threw us all off
Threw us in the hell section near the boardwalk
Wonderin' how the sword talk
Did he fall off? Did he stand like the hawk that he was in New York?
Kept the waves spinnin' on the cross, of course
Come back a little Cutty endorse
Risked it for his kids the pain is lost
We sittin' back on a better note
Yellin,' "Peace God," I love you love you to death, you thoroughbredable
The Robin Hood of the hood
Sit back, it's all good, won't spoil it if we call it, we all hood
Ha ha
I make knowledge born to save self, you know?
Who gonna live it, gonna live it, be is to be a born, know I mean?
Soaked in degrees of knowledge, polished by sun rays
Carving by nine swordsmen to a needle point of perfection
It's a blessing to deliver this lesson
While travellin' the planet, extending development
And vote for the mind, never ended
We now send it long winded, descended
Infital, Bobby Digital, Abbot of the Shaolin now
With knowledge and wisdom

We doing this baby,
Oh shit!
What the fuck happened
Nah man, Nah
Nah this what I'ma do
I'ma get on the phone one time
Stupid, yo, aiyyo
Aiyyo
Verse 1:
Why this shit ain't cooking up right
Papi told me this is solid white
Fuck it wrap it up take it back up
Still in all it's a play out
Tired of spending money
Might get them niggas laid out
Yo, yo Fernando sent me yo
Stop acting hostile yo
And yo don't point that shit at me
Bad enough I gotta come in the crib
Wid spanish niggas using languages and shit
I'm feeling like a dick
Left the crib wit my hand brolic
This is some bullshit
Might get knocked take the wrist coward
Yo Fernando what happened?
Shit cooking up backwards
Light up a Backwood
Don't make me backtrack
Blew it dime it the llelo lay low
Saying in my mind
Fuck that papi gotta pay off
Cash rules the Power-Wu chant it
Yo Louis this ain't our product
This is Carlos family
Oh y'all wanna play me like a smoker
Coming out my ice choker
My man in the back, looking colder
Papi yo why y'all wanna jucks me
Yo listen B we got the best clientele since '83
Fuck it, pull out the pot let's cook it
Light the stove up
Julie go to the store get some flour
Sat back burning a big dutch
With the crisp 18 shot glock, stashed in my nuts
Poured it in the Pyrex sizzling
Now it start drizzling
Rainy day murder black won't miss him
Still I'm yelling this shit is business
But they still ain't gon' violate
What I stand for wid these drizzers
He took it off the stove run the water
Trying to work me yo
Knew I shouldn'ta hit the nigga's daughter
He mighta showed more love
Than went in the freezer
Broke the ice down, pour it in
We both looking at it on the twirl around particles grew
Fly Khaluas is mad sliding Coronas through
Feeling like Castro's cousin
Gave them niggas all of my life
All of my paper all my judgement
It droppa only like an ounce worth
Should I just come out my shirt
Go berserk and let the Macks burst
Skate off body in the Bronx
Same shit Gotti was on
Shallah they gonna get your's play it calm
Seventeen five was the total plus the five,
Hundred for the cab driver that was rolling

[GZA]
Yo, there's a rumor, that an inmate heard
Salesman hiring, a convict of murder
Bodyguard, who used to do physical fitness
His business, is catching to terrifying the witness
In the gym is where he gained his powers
Boss was the pizzeria owner that rolled flower
A made man, felt good to be made
Turned murderer, extremely quick to upgrade
But he still baked pies, and his cake would rise
Like his enemy, he watched to take dives
Allies, would retaliate the least
Even the score, had a thousand guns, they would calibrate
He sort of loss and double crossed, moved on them
Swiftly, if worlds away, sit and shuttle off
Horror in the 'Ville, without the Amity
Scars upon the grill of your friends family
Workers utilized and brutalized
Informats scrutinized and crucified
Wakes firebombed, functions shot up
The jakes was not alarmed to damage the product
[Raekwon]
Shoot his mans, grizzly stance, up in the GT, Clansman
With the sword that'll blow up a van
When them peoples come, blow right past, mind your business
I don't know nothing, they found his ho in the trash
Barbeque wings, blings for my niggas that's true kings
Sit up in the crib, catch supper and screw fiends
Yeah, watching me, next time, scotch me
I drink Crystal liquor, I'm a version of Hitler
On wax, no 'dacks, just water, a doorag on
I scratch waves, saying 'niggas is trash'
Yo, learn how to write, beware, I pull up, he here
I should of known, I had a clone, see weird
Niggas'll get hurt, merked, dropped off in a new turf
Trunk full of Siamese rats and gnats, yo
I do it for the cats in pits, and all the bitches with big tits
Five hundred shoe game switch
Shake that shake, I bake, I live in estate
That kill niggas over grits and steak
You might get smacked with a mack eleven, or run off the road
Or shot in McDonald's for fronting with fake niggas
[Killah Priest]
Aiyo, Saladin, vivid Wall Street sixteen
Muslims, kufis, uzi's, the Wu is supreme
Ferociously, I rank general, a world's above self
Conspicious, crime make me grab the nine off the shelf
The dark hallways, amazingly convenient, the Phoenix with Jane
Juggling cracks or playing with ninas
The law of the streets, gangsta crave the beef to feast
Fiends with plates and snake wanna eat
Gazed at the spectacular rapper, niggas is Dracula
Rap tours, Priest the hood ambassador
Passion for war, Wu-Massacre, threats, they never worry me
Plots to my death, mic jack conspiracy
Lyrically, I'm only afraid of my own ability
Words that shape into nuclear wars, we shooting through walls
Bringing down the mall, I ring around the store
Planets of the Apes, bandanas on our face
Hammers on our waist, cameras out in space

[Intro: Raekwon]
Let's go, kid
[Raekwon:]
Something's in the attic, drugs on me, thugs gettin'
Bubbly, let's pop, surround the block, looking lovely
Extra nine glindin' on me, women who barely know me
Swarm me, faggots try to front, blow me
Aiyo, I'm from the soul bluntly, we in them H2's coolin'
Want me, try to kill a kid, bring your country
Son's nice with rifles, white fools, white dudes
Jumpin' out, fed jackets, dare you to bump me
A glow like Willie Bostic, I do the knifework job, yeah
Rappers sprint, clap 'em, this is our 'jects
Who taught ya'll niggas, it was the kid with the tarantula
Tinted up, extortin' ya'll monthly
Crabs in a bucket, rap, fuck it, yo, go get your handgun
I'd rather shoot yo' ass in public, you ain't a Air Force boss
You a hoster, frontin' like me on your poster
Now ya'll niggas fuckin' with my ones
We need to battle for cattle, acts, boats, art and crafts
Scalpals, thumb rings, dick, be careful
Fuckin' with Staten Island's heartless
Son of all flames, God guard frames, catch me with the Starks kid
The authentic Ghost, we on the golf course, with rentin' boats
Eagles on, feastin' with bigger GOATs
Come take it in blood, dare any thug to re-up
What, we gon' keep it on the hush
[Chorus: x4]
In the clubs, where you at?
In the clubs, where you at?
Open paperchasing, on the low getting trapped
[Raekwon:]
Aiyo, drove into the water like bait, the ocean was dark
The moon lit, swimmin' to the bottom to get to the sink
We on niggas, and we comin' boy, talk with ya gun
Me, I'm ready, and I'm ready with cake, yea
Flawless, more powerful horses, the kid flow naucious
Everybody gettin' weeded, we all for this
Armored tank style, moving in ranks
Hundred that'll rock for me, still kill you, over your men bitch
Skiing in Alaska, half the man, half Casper
Runnin' with wolves, the bulls look nastier
Silencer, each is thee least, will kill on Easter
Ya'll gon' get it, wait til we get creased up
Nothin' but, rapid fire, livewire, brand new trees
Burn 'em up, they respectin' your street, cousin
We gon' bring it to every label, pay attention, ya'll
Cuban is back, now put that on a glass table

Summer's dream inside
Of how I'm gonna get mine
I'm thinkin' bou-owowow-out so many ways
Of how to conquer, these raihahahahny days
{You sang beautifully just now
I sang for him, and he isn't here}
It's going down man, word man
Sup black?
Niggaz is fuckin' around my gate man
Word?
Fuck em yo, I'ma murder somebody man
For real I ain't playin'
Whatever whatever
It's raining, he's changing
My man is going insane
Insane
The war is on, yo
On rainy dayz I sit back and count ways on
How to get rich son, show and prove, ask my blitz
Stood up late nights, build with my a-lias
We can pull a heist, snatch ice, or rock mics
But this rap shit, got me wanna clack back the latch
How it goes Leon, pesos made from scratch
But in due time, soon to get mine like busy
Heavy on the wrist, polo mock socks and rugbies
Old flicks remind me of Gucci's, pack em in your square
And little mack milk, blast the year
That was bill bill, fast forward, ninety-four
Who got the bad base? Filthiest fiends scream for more
Bless me out of state, howdy jake's, starks is back
Niggaz want work, now I pull back off a g-pack
Coke rocks, fled to co-ops livin' gossip
Them big lip niggaz singin' to cops need to box it
Stop it, the projects over flooded with slow leaks
The fiends get, new faces get wrapped in sheets
I gotta get mine, like my old earth, bless the cheese blind
Sippin' on fine wine, the power of the blacks refined
(Raining)
Divine
Waiting on these raw teats takes too long
It's like waiting on babies, it makes me want to slay thee
But that's ungodly, so yo God, pardon me
I need it real quick, the dope flow like penmanship
Many heads get pistol-whipped, I blow spots like horse shit
So now, talk, shit, nigga, what?
It's raining, he's changing
My man is going insane
Insane
Past sunlight, more gunfight
Time to get the feeling, word up
What brings rain hail snow and earthquakes
The beat breaks, 'cause all my niggaz to break son
Styles is similar to criminals locked up
With gats, ghetto tabernacles is fucked up
I live once though, the mind stays infinite
Travel in the church, nine planets, in my midst
While I carry, to earn a decent salary
Soon get married, raise a family, but the plan'll be
Real great, to sit up in the loft, count stacks and max
And real cats cold watch my back
But listen to the wu soon, and maintain
It's all real, starvin' individuals kill
I puff what's only right, leave the poison alone
Projects, infested with rats cats and crack homes
Half of us'll try to make it, the other half'll try to take it
So many fake half real freedom-ville
Born to science my alliance analyzes
Wild surprises, keepin' my eyes wide to this
The unfortunate, layin' in mountains countin'
With jewelry on, can it be the next team house the horn
Chill dunn, just for real ones, light the lye up
I hate to have to tie the next guy up
Pay attention to tims ten wins, wu blends
Now I'm starin' you, the true buckle up
Now who's a legend?
It's raining, he's changing
Word up dunn
It's raining, he's changing
Peace to Philly, VA, these days
My man is going insane
Word up y'all
My man is going insane
Word up
Insane the sun moon and stars
Fly cars, word up y'all
No sunlight, more gun fights
I've lost him to the street life
Street life
No cash flow, no more dough
He's someone I don't even know
Someone I don't know
Rainy dayz
(Children playing)
Gettin' through those rainy dayz
Gettin' through those rainy dayz
Gettin' through those rainy dayz
Gettin' through those rainy dayz
I lost him to the street life

Intro: Raekwon, Ghost
So that's it kid, youknowhatI'msayin? Right here, lights out
Yo yo hold up let me talk to this cat
Yo kid, whattup Starks, whattup?
Ay ay, whassup? Whassup baby?
Ay yo yo yo kid, ay yo yo
I just seen this kid over there over there, right over there
while you're, while you're filmin that shit
I know he ain't down with your team
Who?
Don't know, some sk-skinny lookin, big-head nigga, youknowhatI'msayin?
That nigga ain't fuckin with heads though
YO SON, I just seen five fiends around a nigga Son
Fuck, we gotta, we gotta go
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
That's them right there kid
That cat?
Word up
Aiyyo kid?
You're right behind him
What the fuck is you doin man huh? Huh?
[The fuck you talkin to?]
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?]
*fight ensues*
*smack* What the fuck, the fuck I say?
Aiyyo c'mere! C'mere!
Motherfu...
C'mere
Yeah it's my shit, my shit
Get up
Yo grab that nigga, grab him
*gun fires*
Yo shit! *gun fires* Move Son! Move! *gun fires repeatedly* Move move!
Go ahead! Get him! Ohh shit!
Ohh shit, ohh shit, yo
Yo man, yo Son I'm hit
Man Son, I'm hit
Yo Son?
Son I'm hit
Damn Son, you bleedin Son, bad Son
Aiyyo grab this grab this take this take this
Take this take this, I'ma go over to God's house 'fore 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...
Intro: Raekwon the Chef
It's the remix Son
Can it be, act like you know
Check it
Verse One: Ghostface Killer
Yo, check what happened out of state
I'm knocking off a half-a-cake Cash Rule, flying 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 him, shot up in him, deadly venom
I hung around the big time bosses
Illegal force 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 flashback 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 Corp, but now I'm a outlaw
Ray Cartegna, carry a fo'-fo' nigga
Chorus:
{Can it be that it was all so simple then?}
Dedicated to the Gods and Earths
Dedicated to babies who came feet first
Dedicated to Up North and down state
Dedicated to rich niggaz who sell weights
Dedicated to projects with black kids
Dedicated to man who build pyramids
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
Yo Chef yo
Verse Two: Raekwon
It started off on the Island, AK 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 Hil with caves 360 waves
And no searchin for loose ends, now flex 300 Benz
Mad 10's 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?}
Outro:
Yeah, for real
Murderous material stacked up
Peace to mazes, for real
Meditating on life
Gold, word up y'all
Crazy fly, dedication, to my people
Word up, peace to all my brothers that I ain't gonna see no more
Peace to brothers on the Island, up North
Word up
Straight up, I love you boy, it's on like that
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

Li-li-live from New York (2x)
Is you watchin
Whats on my motherfuckin neck nigga
Li-li-live from New York (2x)
Live from New York
Yo Yo
All white bolon
The allie pulled on
Kept his fade low
Rocked swade in the snow
Blue Tahoe
A wizard on the keyboard
Eyes look bloodshot lord
Nevermind that
Claim the award
In the system we just missed'em
Came through bangin nuthin but Wu
The crowd blitzed'em
Much love
Autograph
Carryin the champaigne glasses
Crazy asses
Niggas on his neck like ski masks
Chill step on me
Axe slash through a little fifty
And crash
I wanna drink knew shed pocket the cash
Buck Samonite hype nigga
Iron Man blowin the mic
You motherfucken right
Live highlight then I seen him
Nigga was raw, stepped in
Bitches flexin' next to him
Bad Mexicans
What up showin' you love
You got a real style
Where you from
The Ow
Thats Staten Isle love no doubt
Oh God he had a take bout a hundred
Some strange nigga thought he had arranged
God gone blunted
Pay attention its cinch like sacks and macks
He did the knowledge
Ran to the bar and grabbed stacks
Now the whole parties bubblin'
Niggas got love his bug
He had on one glove
Rollin' up drugs
Him and his Vikings ran through
Stopped played the back
Then they walked through
Live from New York
When niggas hug you
Chorus: 2x
Gettin money and laced up
Live from New York
Gettin' reefer to blaze up
Live from New York
Gettin' Niggas to dance
Aiyyo and throw both hands up
Wont pull their pants up
Live from New YorkYo Yo
Madonna money in our pocket
Boating in a rocket
Bout to blast off
We charged like a socket
Whips be cleaner than a fuck
Jewels basically struck
Strait up Brolox style
Layin in the cut
Bottles strictly done
Ring the alarm
Rollie on the arm
Arms crossed two sneakers on
Fly shit
Nikes the majority
NYC state of mind
And we talk with authority
5 borrows is sterile
Still out of town playin mellow
I thought I seen Shalon swade yelow
Rippin' it
New six flippin' it
Shorty is drip dippin' in it
When she sit through dick in it
Came to conclusions
Whats the solution when your losin'
Respect mine
Now from the foul line
Streets is a part of us
Teaching the seeds through the heart of us
Some get locked thats a scar on us
Chorus: 3x