'Roy Keane' is featured as a movie character in the following productions:

Red Mist (2007)

Actors Ned Dennehy (actor), Martha O'Neill (producer), Tina Kellegher (actress), Adrian McCarthy (producer), Tina Kellegher (actress), Andrew Bennett (actor), Ruth Negga (actress), Mario Rosenstock (actor), Aaron Monaghan (actor), Dessie Gallagher (actor), Eamon Dunphy (actor), Eamon Little (writer), Eamon Little (director), Eamonn Little (editor), Marian Finucane (actress),

Keane, Roy Filmography

• Football Top 10 & Boxing Top 10 2006, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• Inside the Mind of Roy Keane 2003, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• Manchester United: Play Like Champions 2003, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• Manchester United: The Official History 1878-2002 2002, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• The Story of Football 2002, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• Roy Keane: As I See It 2002, role: actor, Play in Full Screen
• Manchester United: Premiership Champions 2000-2001 2001, role: actor, Play in Full Screen
• Champions Again 2000, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• Manchester United: Beyond the Promised Land 2000, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• United in the 90's 1999, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• The Treble 1999, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• 300 Premiership Goals 1998, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• Manchester United: Official Review 1997/98 Season 1998, role: actor, Play in Full Screen
• Champions 2: Manchester United Official Review of the 93/94 Season 1994, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen

Famous quotes by Roy Keane:

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  Treasurersshow lyrics

  Treasurers

  [Intro: Raekwon]
  Hahahaha... ahhhh, do it nigga, there, you should fucking...
  Fucked up New York Yankee hats on fronting
  Niggas know Cuban Linx when they hear it nigga
  Huh... I'm the muthafucking Ali of the game, bitch
  [Raekwon:]
  When I sat back and crafted Cuban, it was a classic
  When you told me you had giant beef, we brought the hatchet
  What it is niggas, gangstas that live in the grizz'
  Play the kitchen, coke bagging, this the life that we is
  What it is, daddy, slow heart stepping, plus repping
  Blinging necking, our fucking regime, protect it
  That's right faggots, turning into actresses
  Niggas is soft, wack, and broke, what packages?
  Yeah, yeah-yeah, call it how I see it, this is all metamorphic
  Awkard, walk with the four-fifth
  This is all crack money, cli-clack, move back homey
  You will get a quick slap, we rap, not now money
  What up, what up, peace, incarcerated scarfaces
  Stay on the end, with dip dodge, play the yard chasing
  Paper, this is like everyday street caper
  Me flying offa ya face, yo, you can eat later
  [Chorus x2: Raekwon]
  We the treasurers of getting cake, big jewelry swinging
  Wth the long chains on, my nigga, you know we heavyweights
  Feds latch on us, we catch amnesias
  We rich, stay clean, looking, rocking dark caesers
  [Raekwon:]
  Nigga Chef back, wood back, he in the good Ac'
  What's hood, me in your hood, we got the good crack
  Don't violate me, I hate, I'm like Star and Buc
  In the morning, I'm mourning, wild on the fake, yo
  Stay dropping bracelets, cases of Cryst' and Cru'
  Don't even move duke, take off your shoes
  We hardbody action packed, keep a baboon
  The jewels is back, with strappers on, come take it
  Shoebox with nothing but hash, alotta old ass
  Wallies is off the meat rack, splash
  Nigga, Diamond down, moving like China Town
  Me and forty-five mad real niggas, we light clowns up now

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  Yae Yoshow lyrics

  Yae Yo

  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

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  Uncleshow lyrics

  Uncle

  [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

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  Treezshow lyrics

  Treez

  [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]

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  Powershow lyrics

  Power

  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

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  Verbal Intercourseshow lyrics

  Verbal Intercourse

  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

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  Whips And Kicksshow lyrics

  Whips And Kicks

  [Intro: Raekwon]
  Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah nigga
  That's all ya'll niggas talk about all fucking day man
  The whips man, Fucking cars and all that shit
  Fucking vehicles and shit man
  We been swing'n and all these niggas need to cut it out man
  Cause ya'll niggas is babies man
  [Raekwon:]
  Remember the Four Runner's, Corsica's, Back with the gold cunnions
  Maxima yep, Stances, Audis with sick vances
  Datsun's, Corolla's, All of the oldies yo
  Riding through the city, Jetta's and Volvo's
  Crestas' was for the extra terrestrial
  Alpha Romeo's, Yeah the Wrangler's and Lexus'
  Pinto's, Geo's, Suzuki's was the truth yo
  Making them up town trips, Cops'll shoot you though
  Benz's, Five-sixties', Gallant's and the fly Rivies
  Rivera's look grisly huh
  You know we come through, Something mean under the sun roof
  I blow a blunt, Poof, Shorty singing I'm Koof
  Yeah the Sterling, The Grand Am's
  The Lincoln with the crab amps
  Made me mad, In the Blazer we all crampted
  Six deep, Four bags of cheeba, A crisp beat
  All I need to show you now is a sick Jeep
  [AZ:]
  Eighty-four mopeds, Blue and white Pro-Keds
  Just started puff'n, Got instructions for an old head
  Co-ved, Wally rock'n niggas tryna grow dreads
  Back in the bush, Church Ave. on the juxs
  Shell toes, Black and white, No laces in em
  Pat U-edition had his whole face in em
  Straight leg denims, Taylor made shit
  Kareem Laker colors, Low cut suede tip
  Stay dipped, Stan Smith lay sick
  Two-toned colors, Put the taps on the rubber
  Puma rock'n nigga, Fuck a womber I was bigger
  See a bitch in seconds an assumed that I could rip her
  None hipper, Copped kicks with the zippers
  The Fila's arrived, It was Levi's and high
  In V Tracks I was simply the mack
  Everything I snatched had to match with the hat
  Reebok rocker, Whole crew couldn't knock us
  Fuck who, Only thing to do was just glock us
  Valley Competitions and the Jordan's hit stores
  I'm sitting reminiscing, T. La Rock it's yours
  Now fast forward time nigga still on the grind
  Haters everywhere, Nigga still gotta shine
  Gucci's all kinds, Switch em up for the weather
  Louis' in lime, Only do it for the pleasure
  Come fresher, From the tech on the dresser
  Fifth in the waist, Still crys'd and I'm laced
  [Outro: AZ]
  Niggas, And I do it for real you dig
  You know, I still rock the Gor-Tex and Tim's when necessary
  Other then that, Bogary low cuts the minimum
  Or I do the Italian Classic Olympic cut Gucci's

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  We Will Rob You

  [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

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  Rainy Dayz

  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

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  All I Got is You Pt. IIshow lyrics

  All I Got is You Pt. II

  Straight up, c'mon Bub, I need you man
  Yo, Straight up y'all
  Yo Ghost I love you man
  You know how we do this right here
  We do this for our family
  See you soon kid
  (Verse One)
  The greatest thing a kid could have
  To chill with his family, sit back layin on his Dad
  Props go out, next thing you know Pops roll out
  Moms cussed him out, get the fuck out
  Couldn't understand it, feelings turnin to hard granite
  Now she a one single parent
  Growin up on welfare, she might need healthcare
  That made me feel no one else cares
  Moms is a part of my life forever
  Gettin drunk that's her business guess that's stormy weather
  Fish and grits, twelve o' clock midnight pissed
  Stop cryin Ma take a kiss
  Take care of ya brother and sis
  Something happen to me I miss ya better be offic (official)
  She meant that shit, every mouthful accurate
  Took me to school be emaculate
  Taught by the best, remember stress
  A ghetto agenda that's how we rest
  Don't let'em play with your emotions
  Lotioning me, little money in my vest
  Damn, Mom going through it
  Still holding me through it
  Sneaker money fucked up
  Yo, Yeah when Granddaddy died
  I know you didn't see me cry
  Held it in, it hurted Ma alot
  Remember, Bucs had me in a tux
  Went to beef stake Charlie's had my first pay cut
  Yeah, lovin you always screamin on janitors in hallways
  It's my son always
  Caught me in the crib yo, smokin
  Sat me down heart broken, hopin the phase had me open yo
  You like, hey yo, for real you like lovin you for life it's only right
  Strong yourself we make it
  Weak minded you naked
  The pain and hurt i can't take it
  Plus my Uncle in jail
  That's your brother go see him, he look forward to it like mail
  You my ace, you the lady in the place
  You ain't a waste, we just trapped inside a low-life place
  Trust me I'm gonna work hard
  Tatto my body, throw it on top where i got scars
  See it son, start cryin
  (Singing)

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  Knowledge Godshow lyrics

  Knowledge God

  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

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  Juryshow lyrics

  Jury

  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

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  Incarcerated Scarfaces

  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

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  North Starshow lyrics

  North Star

  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

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  The Table

  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

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  Wu Crime

  [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

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  Where You At

  [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

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  Weed

  [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

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  Spot Rusherz

  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, aiyyo that clique's from outta state
  They bubble weight in Far Rockaway with Blake Carrington
  You know the kid with the most doe-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 Hilfidiger
  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!)
  Stop lyin', wait for the Millenia green to pull up
  He got the Donna Karen 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
  Infra-redded his head when he entered
  But a soft 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

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  100 Rounds

  Yo what's up D? Huh?
  You bought that from tower records?
  What?s that let me see that bag
  Get the fuck off get the fuck off it
  Come here man what the fuck I
  Like that nigga give me that man
  You dead on this purple tape nigga you dead on that
  Fuck outta here
  Niggas think I can't sell five million?
  Ya'll niggas is mad
  Ya'll must not know the work I put in on this
  For real that's for real for real
  Represent flick it up all day nigga
  Immobilarity
  Ya'll know my work this category is raw
  Aea yo slash your position
  Verbal mike physician
  Blow lines like chimes in the kitchen
  God should vega straight up stomp that fake out
  What he biting everything, biting his nuts
  We slang like champions
  Caught me in the outlet in Hamptons
  Style it out
  Throwin' four thousand out
  Swimsuit mammal get high
  Float flammable
  Drop off in a Benz boat lampable
  Rear like hittin' a deer
  Playin Cuban Linx movin' in the chair, he got a ear
  No question all brolic guerillas stand up
  Whoever large throw a hand up, throw a grand up
  Let's like multiply
  Conect both sides big shit low rides galide
  Everybody bump once
  Yo chef gonna throw ya'll niggas free lunch
  Hit the L twice need it once
  Track be yelling like a whore
  Like a swelling on a sore
  Or this rap Magellion on your jaw
  I'm a night freak
  Boating on the weekends, ten a week
  Flows spray it like clinique
  Rich unique bitch you weak
  Contact Reek we callin' up Leek
  Yo he famous like Ali feet yo Mystikal
  Rap Larry Davis with a pistol and this you
  You a student fuckin' with a principal
  Rollin' like ten at a time
  Begin love revolves around a thin line
  Go against this send mine
  Lace you chase you down
  Let a hundred rounds race you
  Now you went from brolic to a facial
  Rollin' like ten at a time
  Begin love revolves around a thin line
  Go against this send mine
  Lace you chase you down
  Let a hundred rounds race you
  Now you went from brolic to a facial
  Yo aea yo, glass tree house
  Yo fiendin' like fuck in a green house
  Rush and cut chain cream out blow steam out
  Rare like Guccis in ears goose bears
  Skied up lovin' all my Deustch years
  Coat for broadway
  Hundred and thirty ninthth all day
  Got my chick rollin' call her Parle
  20th Century Max like jail penitentiary
  Nikki Barnes gon' lynch me
  What, fruit flavored Nikes
  Benz 2000 the hype piece
  Send half my love out to white peeps
  Wu-Tang emblem success make a nigga tremble
  Nine of us stand nine resemble
  Filling out tax reports look live up in guess shorts
  Bitches got love and support
  Yo leather jacket yellow
  Leather hat mack it real mellow
  New York state of mind crime Othello
  Wild zoo of bitches burrow that's staten
  Yo we actin' wud up we do that crack thing captain
  Still camaflouge jackets mad rackets
  Out yo we cap shit picture that nigga mashin'
  Rollin' like ten at a time
  Begin love revolves around a thin line
  Go against this send mine
  Lace you chase you down
  Let a hundred rounds race you
  Now you went from brolic to a facial
  Rollin' like ten at a time
  Begin love revolves around a thin line
  Go against this send mine
  Lace you chase you down
  Let a hundred rounds race you
  Now you went from brolic to a facial
  Yo aea yo, blowin' more reason
  For a season wud up shortie jaw season
  Baltimore hall bleeding
  Take money remember that don't gon' be my son
  Dripped out in Bahamas all bummy
  Gain you out patriot
  Portion of my love mad shit
  Now we with things the long gray shit
  Luke bitches in Barook
  Cute big fat bitches with Luke
  Lex you need boots that switches
  Flights over Iraq ironing my hat out and 'lax
  Connecting with diplomat cats
  Harlem hustle connect Iceberg varsity check
  Rimmin' well ice drool off my dick
  Abe Lincoln President suites lay eventually
  Pinch me I bought head from Monica Lewinsky
  Arrest that hoodlum strong arm that the white gooden
  Faggot nigga frontin' knew he wouldn't
  Flexible impact rhymin' professional
  We staked out eatin' all side vegetables
  Prosperity rhymes lines
  Casians and Asians
  Let's blaze niggas with the shine
  Rollin' like ten at a time
  Begin love revolves around a thin line
  Go against this send mine
  Lace you chase you down
  Let a hundred rounds race you
  Now you went from brolic to a facial
  Rollin' like ten at a time
  Begin love revolves around a thin line
  Go against this send mine
  Lace you chase you down
  Let a hundred rounds race you
  Now you went from brolic to a facial
  Yeah word up that's right
  Y'all be loving my shit
  Yeah all the real niggas stand up
  Hey yo hey yo let me speak let me speak
  Yo, this a new year right here
  It's the two with the three zeros, here me?
  It's gonna get technical for real
  Let's play the game right
  It's just a friendly game of baseball
  Feel me hey yo Santana, yo
  Bring that suitcase in here kid
  Let's count that, where it came from?
  Where it came from?
  Rollin' like ten at a time

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  Live From New York

  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

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  Heart to Heart

  Fuck that shit Raekwon
  Do that shit fuck them niggas
  What's up playboy?
  Nigga you doin' you're thing
  Nigga go ahead
  Them fake duels any real niggas baby make moves
  Pay dues bitches who relate rock shoes yo
  Damn them niggas stay frontin'
  Tryin' to Hollywoodize the realness but ain't sayin' nothin'
  Fake duels any real niggas baby make moves
  Pay dues bitches who relate rock shoes yo
  Damn them niggas stay frontin'
  Tryin' to Hollywoodize the realness but ain't sayin' nothin'
  Yo bagel material contact Merial kid
  She sling cell weight bust gun material
  Fast like splash and rice, stash you're wife
  Curry, chicken, and bitches crime on my right
  I'm marvelous extra large threw y'all faggot niggas in the game
  And now y'all niggas ain't feelin' ours
  Love is a message from my family cream team incorporated
  Wu Tang Clan is what you plan to be?
  Oh yeah ladies in here say yeah
  Do it like yeah starvin' niggas fake rocks in their ears
  Black down hat with the beak up unique what
  You need to stop wilin' the fame won't speak up
  Toast the most official niggas on post
  Yellin' out "How ya nigga ghost?" rich he supposed
  Now I'm just talkin' this one don't make me diss one paw
  It's all about enterprisin' and get rich son
  Steal a nigga yo collect currency yo
  Could lock a bank up I.R.S can suck dick straight up
  Had dosche oil of olay play nigga lay damn a cheap shit
  Crush them niggas like clay
  Van damn hammers two thousand Jaguar cameras
  The little shit seein' what you're plan was
  Made y'all niggas go platinum I made y'all niggas flow happen
  Let's battle for cash captain
  Remember the cold giant on the set lyin' on you're dick
  Play for real take it care of ya ex that's right I'm hungry
  This go out to y'all alumni
  Faggot niggas dead wrong
  Yeah I'm player hatin' waitin' the culture of this nation
  You lay bay boy since eighty eight
  Stop leanin' on me turnin' iceberg money into laundry
  Been taught a whole country
  This technician bash opponents
  Flow is like ronin' the movie my gun blew your store up
  Allah you our God translating peace to the God
  Lewis Rich slash signatures on the credit card
  Me, Bird, Binkie, Santana bad with the hammer
  My dun power through a hundred grand up
  Words from the Martin Luther King version we burn versus
  Then send 'em out Fedex fast service
  Them fake duels any real niggas baby make moves
  Pay dues bitches who relate rock shoes yo
  Damn them niggas stay frontin'
  Tryin' to Hollywoodize the realness but ain't sayin' nothin'
  Fake duels any real niggas baby make moves
  Pay dues bitches who relate rock shoes yo
  Damn them niggas stay frontin'
  Tryin' to Hollywoodize the realness but ain't sayin' nothin'
  The tailor made King of New York designer walk
  Prince of Wales hundred sales stock broke and hotels
  Playa hyply them niggas dislikin' me
  Challenge my style politely, that's like fightin' whitey
  Here we go again Lord climb aboard Stevie Wonder award
  From here to U.K movin' on your broad
  Speak through ninex go ahead and rhyme next dun
  Runnin' up on nine vets, minds rep, weep on your projects
  All greenery on see on lights movin' like deion
  The eagle on plus scream on all y'all bitches
  The blair witch rich nigga vision comprehension
  Listen it's called slang optimism
  Connect dots niggas is large you can't see us
  Y'all select cops screamin' niggas bars on your drops yo
  Damn what the world became of a nigga buy a chain
  And he think he a thug here drink a slug
  Major niggas call it
  Y'all niggas is like a bar I'm the war wick paw straight up assorted
  Yo just a bark from the tree of life niggas ain't eatin' right
  Give 'em a taste and let 'em see the light
  Them fake duels any real niggas baby make moves
  Pay dues bitches who relate rock shoes yo
  Damn them niggas stay frontin'
  Tryin' to Hollywoodize the realness but ain't sayin' nothin'
  Them fake duels any real niggas baby make moves
  Pay dues bitches who relate rock shoes yo
  Damn them niggas stay frontin'
  Tryin' to Hollywoodize the realness but ain't sayin' nothin'
  Fake duels any real niggas baby make moves
  Pay dues bitches who relate rock shoes yo
  Damn them niggas stay frontin'
  Tryin' to Hollywoodize the realness but ain't sayin' nothin'

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  Casablanca

  Stop touching the fucking door, man
  You so fucking paranoid man
  What's the matter wit' you man?
  It's like a nigga could write for hours and get real
  Theatrical wit' this, understand? Tellin' you kid
  I got stripes when it comes to this right here
  Y'all know my repertoire, it's dangerous, and the cats I roll
  Wit' is dangerous and they ain't your regular average cats
  Here we go, yeah
  Aea yo, it's all elegance
  He spoke third power style high intelligence
  A young man handle the game like Merill Lynch
  3 a.m. breathin', leanin' in gates
  I mean creaming, selling these cakes
  In slabs like Lanolakes, fiends beamin', steamin'
  Associated wit' names and demons
  All apparent reasons
  We live here the gate blew in a year
  Sorta like time share where crime
  Sport it like I shine, yeah, rainbow dough was the emmo
  So many flavors, yo buy your neighbor off underwater vault
  Then I met him, Colombian name Flako
  Had the whole block locked sellin' tons in Morocco
  Wristwatch Fachera Costanti, nigga dead up
  Sniff the rawest mist mixed wit' 7 Up
  Had a black wiz spoke German, higher learnin' burnin'
  Ask Vernon got a bed set bought a black jet
  Bitch large percentage on her rich motor lodge
  Lost her arm, shot with a AK up in the south
  Paramedics rocked her, said she had connections out of Antartica
  Barrels of juices from Florida
  Can't forget live dusthead centerfoldin'
  Out in Club Med butt ass layin' like she dead
  Wise guys fell for her ambiance, pull it together, Black Renassaince
  Queen Elizabeth aunt, crazy swift cristal murderer
  Guzzle the shit like she dyin' kid, showing off her diamond
  Flashbacks now it's me and him again, last word I caught
  Put your money in we could have the shit bumpin'
  That's federalo music, I caught the glimpse from the bitch
  When she winched, yeah, Santa a grinch
  She blinked twitched her nose then froze
  Check your Rolls by the blow, it's time to roll nigga let's go
  I thought about it, broke the money down
  What's the total, count it, no count it over in the mix
  Day goin' slower, nope, not time to motor
  He estimated over me not being a crook
  Count it over, you're only on the strength of my man
  We ain't hit him with the strong hand
  Gun him down leave him out in flatlands
  He backhand smacked her, threw her on the table, jacked her
  I broke out in laughter fifteen minutes after
  Police knocked on the door, looked out the window of my room
  As your, nigga, yeah that's yours
  He opened up the door this nigga wildin', his bitch is in shock
  Start smilin' and speakin' on Valen, you wisen up bitch this from the rich
  Immobilize the game get your name right, envelope came hype
  Regards from the Mayor, you hype fuck right
  Let's fuck this money up and get large and blow outta sight
  Wise niggas wake up, dead niggas lose
  Who you gon' choose, me or him?
  You a fool, pay attention, fuck around, meet the tension
  See you in the next dimension, y'all niggas didn't listen
  Wise niggas wake up, dead niggas lose
  Who you gon' choose, me or him?
  You a fool, pay attention, fuck around, meet the tension
  See you in the next dimension, y'all niggas didn't listen
  Wise niggas wake up, dead niggas lose
  You a fool, pay attention, fuck around, meet the tension
  See you in the next dimension, y'all niggas didn't listen

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  Knuckleheadz

  One for you, one for me
  Two for you, one-two for me
  Three for you
  What? I'll smack fuck out ya
  Smack fire out your fuckin' ass
  What the fuck you think this is man?
  Get the fuck up outta here man
  So yo matter of fact, the man is back
  Think my head is madder than fuckin' fire
  Shit alright, this ain't even enough burn right here
  This ain't enough
  Fuck it man
  We gonna shoot right over there
  And yo them niggaz got the big cream over there
  So just chill
  So let's do this the fuck up, roll up like tropical kid
  Don't play me like I got a flowerpot head kid
  Just chill man
  On the real let's go get this money fast son
  I know how we gotta do this kid
  Scrungy-head motherfucker
  Lay on the crime scene, sippin' fine wines
  Pullin nines on, UFOs, takin' they fly clothes
  They eyes closed, we gettin' loot
  No doubt, check the word of mouth, unheard about
  Guns go off and now a murder 'bout, I'm out
  My raps play the part like a get smart secret agent
  In a maze and, styles blazin', Johnny Blaze
  And Tony Starks in a daze and
  Rhymin', my nigga Lou Diamond will wrap it up
  We like meth to go and fuck with noodles
  Havin' them poodles on the lockdown buyin' me
  Amarettas, and chewables, stackin' pharmecuetical
  Rap niggaz on dust and wools
  Yo, I told you, some kill, rob and fold
  The gold's untold, fuck it it beats parole
  So stroll marvelous, soul controller
  Of the whole globe, god damn I got it sewn
  And yo, whattup pop, pop the suitcase high
  And we can talk, you can walk out the fuckin' building
  And get caught, save the fully inflatable
  Rap relatable, drug relatable, niggaz here to play with you
  A hundred dollar rottweiler goes to spot sellers
  Guns and glocks go to niggaz who got props
  On top, jail niggaz get mad bigger
  And yo, mail a guy about a hundred pictures
  Word to momma, this rap wonderama team got drama
  Comma, plus smoke realize marijuana
  Chef may resign to boat across the farasana
  Immaculate plus all my guns so accurate
  They get cream and the cuisine in Queens
  I told you, money stated with the night beams and two rings
  Crazy fat, gettin ready to do this shit
  Sniff mad shit man, what the fuck!
  Who's the knucklehead, wantin' respect?
  Chop his fingers in the drug game, money well known
  Lead singer, humdinger, flash is the aftermath
  Here's his photograph
  Run up in his lab, take off the mask chaz and think fast
  Don't laugh, bag the cash
  Grab the hash, don't forget his stash
  Grab the tear gas, and place it in his face fast the full blast
  Then skate to the next state
  Further upstate, I heard they got crazy weight
  Bagged up by the gates, in crates like disco breaks
  Yo look out for jakes, give it all it takes
  Let's burn the place before we motivate
  Yo blake, niggaz don't fink, rape his mate
  If the bitch scream, for God's sake, grab the grey tape
  It's by the plate, with the blow crushed up with the flakes
  Killer snakes, four bodies found floatin' in lakes
  Drug related, paper talkin' 'bout the kids who didn't make it
  Hits without a trace
  Never seen the big C and ghostface
  Congratulations chef, let's celebrate and sip an eighth
  The rap scar is on rap chrome
  Put it on seal it on, we're silicone spark it on your talkathon
  This rap phenomenon, to word is bond to the arms
  Hit me on the hip and horns, rap chaperone
  Scars tone, bar clones, war tones, raw tones
  Blowin' out the door, bones but
  Your rap's fraudulent, float in these rap quarter inches
  Reinforced with suspense, be on your rap sword defense
  These microphone professional, sensational
  Fully operational, I got niggaz here to play with you
  You know the steez you know my whole program
  Brothers from the no-lands, all we want is the G's
  Guns and grams, livin' fat like the hoffa
  Mafia, sippin' eatin' pastas
  Layin' in the house tellin' the seeds about the sagas
  Before we got germanic and thoughts got sporadic
  We grabbed golden tablets and quick guarded the abbots
  Slugs hit the belly put tones into the telly
  Sucker tried to knock me out the box like skelly
  I smoke the weed dreams I drop top two degrees
  Honeydips spendin G's on nails and hair weave
  The crime boss, takin' no loss, excessive force
  We can play the A train, back off the iron horse

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  Forecastshow lyrics

  Forecast

  Turn me up
  Feel me like
  Let me get a feeling of who'd love me and who I love
  That's what it's all about though, you understand
  First you got to know how to move
  Then you got to know how to make moves
  Straight up
  All y'all
  It's eternal
  What, we getting on the ninety five
  Yea, I like that word
  We bringing it from here
  (Don't drive too close to the nigga, nigga)
  Understand
  Come on, let's go, let's go, let's go
  Yea, that's right, right
  What up, so what is it called?
  You know what it's called, kid
  How much I, how much I implement my thoughts to you
  Yo, hey yo, shout out New York, Philadelphia my sword talk
  Praises due, the block favors you
  New Jers' with the guerrillas with the most sexiest birds
  Vehicles and shit shout out your word
  Fox premier
  My niggas in Connecticut, yea
  Upstate Albany got love here
  Rochester all the way down to stretcher
  You large Long Island niggas definitely paint a picture
  Chicago peace
  Maryland take cheese
  Baltimore lock it all down yo lets increase
  Boston stay flossing
  My eye like Steve Austin
  Seeing how y'all bought Rae fortune
  Texas yo
  How many Lexuses y'all goin' flow?
  Y'all niggas doing it is love yo
  Miami and North Carolina like family, yea
  Spoil a nigga like kids with cotton candy
  Yo VA all the money makers generate
  Shorty driving around still making ten a day
  LA yep it's real when they tell me
  Yep I know it's ill 'cause police tried to kill me
  And oh let's politic and make dido
  DC I hope y'all feel me when I ble-do
  ATL Tennessee ring bells
  Out in Ohio bumping twenty inch wheels
  Yea San Francisco, Vegas, Illinois, Dallas
  Minneapolis cats rap with us
  Michigan yea rollie derm burn
  Phoenix, Sacramento really care
  Bitches on the air
  Portland, Buffalo, Toronto
  Stay brolic in the giants like the Denver broncos
  Yo South Carolina bring the drama
  Still in all like the way she ball
  Yea she yelling she my baby Mama
  Japan coma
  London, Germany, China holla
  Africa my brother
  Russia light a Dutch up
  Indiana where they all throw scramblers and they cut ya'
  Jamaica yep Bahamas
  And we honor everything
  Homage
  Looking Guyanese in Ghana
  Detroit saying, "Go ahead, do your thing boy"
  Puerto Rico come on through Raekwon my boy
  Louisiana and Canada
  St. Louis, Florida, you're on what, candid camera
  He like master in Nebraska
  Fleeing in white mink on God G-ing in Alaska
  Laid up Brazil, play real
  Got like fifty K in a briefcase, Rae'll chill
  What, you know the plan
  Laying up in Amsterdam
  Blowing nine grand
  Batting a white man
  Ooo tell me it's me you want baby
  Got to tell me
  Why don't you tell me girl?

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  Fuck Them

  Yo, yo, yo, yo
  Fuck you
  What you wanna be when you grow up?
  You wanna be thugs
  You wanna be pranksters
  You wanna sell drugs
  You wanna be gangsters
  Thats what silly boys are made of
  What you wanna be when you grow up?
  You wanna be thugs
  You wanna be pranksters
  You wanna sell drugs
  You wanna be gangsters
  Thats what silly boys are made of
  Aiyyo, aiyyo
  Cool G's and forty seven flavors, display swade gators
  We comin' through to blaze neighbors
  Meet mark and pardon me to heat mark a Dutch spark it
  Lex Leonardo arts profit, apple cranberry mixed with crystal
  Fan worry desert mountain crib in the ground
  We arsonists one point five a liter take a taste
  Splash your heater, smack your face twice
  Clap your sneakers
  Shit is like a mission to Mars fishin' for bars
  Takin' what's ours knowledge the car Pa
  Don't be stupid, get a little cash better swoop it
  Throw it in the ground and recoup it
  Next check was best your family pack your shit
  Get vexed leave a nigga standing in a bag of leaves
  Some niggas catch on later try to put them on they haters
  I met eighty of them niggas yo, waitin' on the sidelines droolin'
  Some need schoolin' let me teach you, enroll a student what
  Rule one, yo respect if you lose son
  Don't be big back the barrel on the move done
  All hell to niggas in jails with sharks in they fishtanks
  Now he come home he a whale
  Wolves in the projo's, projo's yo
  We realer up in my shows yo, middle finger five O's
  Take time to climb vines yo
  Lay on the lines like Lauri only lovin' rare kind
  Sun splash cash layin' like three bags of hash
  Fully wrapped in a Indian man's stash
  Aiyyo
  What you wanna be when you grow up?
  You wanna be thugs
  You wanna be pranksters
  You wanna sell drugs
  You wanna be gangsters
  Thats what silly boys are made of
  Aiyyo
  What you wanna be when you grow up?
  You wanna be thugs
  You wanna be pranksters
  You wanna sell drugs
  You wanna be gangsters
  Thats what silly boys are made of
  Aiyyo, get up Lex should be braggin' get it up
  Fuck Shorty got cream in a mean truck
  Prop-ness she holler like the loch ness
  He large rock this fresh Ferrari in a drop six
  Froze, yo, talkin' about the dough on his clothes
  Glaze is crushed up pokin' on rolls yo
  Oh yeah and maybe getting' cream
  See what I mean Black Queen
  Stop action' like crack fiends and brawl
  We wanna thank all of y'all play the wall hype
  Checkin' how this lady walks stay hawking'
  Grab the remain, divorce, shame came to yours
  We like green rock the same game plan, ours
  Ladies and gentlemen your about to see
  A pastime hobby about to be takin' to the next degree
  By Meth and the bloody chef Boyardee
  Watch out bitches is too nosy, backhand slappin' the phony
  Got to walk it off can't mosey
  Who got you open up, crack pipe still smokin'
  Face frozen Coke straw stickin' out your nose and D
  Proposin' that you bleed on the chef apron
  My thing hold down the play pen
  And say the nursery rhymes they makin'
  Come on now shits too real
  Fuck you and now your man feel
  Time don't stand still for y'all bitches wanna big ball
  I got two for you to juggle in your jizzals I'm losin' it now
  Throw in the pieces like a jig-saw, aiyyo
  She multi-colored like a rainbow
  Mr. Meth and the Cuban link kiddo
  On tracks we connect, politic ditto take that to that
  What you wanna be when you grow up?
  You wanna be thugs
  You wanna be pranksters
  You wanna sell drugs
  You wanna be gangsters
  Thats what silly boys are made of
  Aiyyo
  What you wanna be when you grow up?
  You wanna be thugs
  You wanna be pranksters
  You wanna sell drugs
  You wanna be gangsters
  Thats what silly boys are made of

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  Fridayshow lyrics

  Friday

  Friday nigga
  Whats the word
  You got something for me
  I'ma see you in 2 seconds
  Right, yo pull my Rover on the side
  Right there police coming man
  Heard me
  Verse 1:
  Yo up in the game on 4 in the morning
  And it's storming and we blitzed
  Just rocked another wig yeah we on it
  God had blood on his sweat pants
  The way the tech dance
  On a nigga face
  Son ain't have a chance
  Seen him high pitch yellow nigga
  >From outta town a young mellow ally
  Trying to run through
  Hell and song called the dogs to get on him
  When we caught him the only famous nigga
  Was a lord in his forum
  Bum nigga fresh outta jail
  I used to play baseball wid him
  'Til he got large son bought a whale
  As you're by the entrance
  Guess it's real nigga night out
  He moving on his own negligence
  Yo Lexxy strap up meet you in the back
  In the Acura spectacular big key stackeler
  Seen a nigga gymed down fresh haircut
  Trying to swim now
  Aqua green Avias on brim style wild
  We walked by eyeing 'im
  Shorty ain't looked
  He trying to get fly
  My niggas ain't dived on him
  Kase had the mack in the vest
  The way he moving might be dressed
  He made two rights nigga move left
  Standing by the incinerator
  Thank God he your generator
  I can tell bought his lady swade gators
  Yo now it's time to move
  Spit nozzles on the tools
  Might just bust him quiet style rules
  He walked out the crib yup drinked
  We at the elevator base
  Staring at the nigga chains shake
  We looked at him seen all crooked
  The we flashed on him
  He knew we was live
  My man Boo stashed on him
  Pulled out take of the wool
  Nigga cool out
  Walk you out the bulding
  Betta run nigga move out
  This nigga liver than fuck
  Larger than fuck betta kill me
  All y'all niggas is butt
  What spray it up
  Took the chains in case
  Shot him at point blank range
  He started screaming like a cave man
  Blood got a salty taste
  I can tell furniture fell out his place
  Laced now it's a case
  Threw up vomit on my Kobe
  Snatched all his ice now
  Chrome teeth boating of a loan key
  Didn't know the kid was large
  Hour later call from jail
  Mexicans surrounding the Gods
  Chill you bigga than the ocean
  Slow motion play it off no emotion
  But my man in there grossing
  What to do they might kill him
  We might kill you circulate death
  That's how the real do
  We sat there 3 live macks of the year
  Crack beers one nigga in the back
  Washing off his trackers
  Don't take it serious
  Vivid flow luxurious
  I'm hearing this'll
  Make a real nigga curious
  Friday my day chill pop
  Leave 'em on the highway

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  Striving For Perfection

  Yeah yeah I'm tired of doing this shit
  Aight word, aight I'ma set it
  Tell me how you feel man
  Yo son, check the fly shit son
  Sup cousin how you doin?
  Yo baby check it man
  I got a new connect son, for real man
  Fuck all this twenty-four brick shit man
  No doubt
  My man got out of state for fifteen
  Yeah
  YouknowhatI'msayin?
  Yo know my man's gonna represent PA, politickin to death so
  Right right
  It's all good, what's up? What you wanna do?
  We gotta move God, we gotta move God, we gotta migrate
  Get the fur, get the fuck outta New York, yaknowhatI'msayin?
  Bounce man, start fuckin with bigger and better shit
  So you tellin me no more big eights strictly breaks
  No more no more no more man
  Then I'm with you, I've been waiting
  No more God
  WHASSUP?
  It's the pot of gold right here man this is it, man this is glory
  YouknowhatI'msayin?
  So yo, the first thing we gotta do man
  Is just know what we gonna do with this cream when we get it man
  Right
  Cause I'm not trying to just be, sitting on motherfucking two-hundred thou
  And acting like I'ma just be a
  Nah
  a drug dealer all my life
  Nah
  Son I got bigger and better plans Son
  No doubt, we gonna move on man
  And you know I be fuckin with anybody man
  Son, long as the love and the trust is there Son
  We gonna grow God
  You know it Tony
  We gonna grow like a plant Son
  Yo you coming at me like that Son?
  For real Son, come on you know me man
  You know my style Son
  You know how my heart feels though God
  No doubt
  But yo God, for real, this is my last time God
  I'm hangin this shit up man if this shit don't work right here God
  YouknowhatI'msayin?
  Word up, I feel the same way
  I feel the same way kid
  Yo God, yaknowhatI'msayin?
  I got shot at man, my moms windows got shot the fuck up man
  Yeah
  Yo God, my baby's in here God, see I gotta take time man
  and raise my family man
  Yeah yeah yeah
  YaknowhatI'msayin? Sit around man, my grandkids man
  But yo Son, it's like this man
  We all livin man, we here now man
  Word man
  YouknowhatI'msayin? Let's not think like we gon be stagnating man
  Let's keep movin ahead man, keep our head up man
  Take care of our families man
  God, word is bond, I'm your eyes that's in back of you kid
  Let's do it then

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  Shark Niggas (Biters)

  Niggaz is fuckin crazy... knowhatI'msayin?
  Hell yeah man
  Word... you know how niggaz be bitin and shit
  Niggaz be bitin mad styles n shit from niggaz man
  Yeah, no doubt
  That's what I be hatin man, I can't stand a fuckin bitin ass nigga
  Wanna use your lines all ahead of time
  Word
  Before you even get a chance, to shine on your own shit
  True, nah niggaz be killing me though Son because
  Yaknow, they be take be comin with your words and shit
  They hear you say one word then here they come with the word
  Tryin to flip it and bounce it on some bullshit
  Yeah, yeah
  Not sounding like first of all and shit
  Yeah
  YaknowhatI'msayin? Boom, but then you got niggaz Son on the real
  YaknowhatI'msayin? Niggaz niggaz niggaz niggaz is bitin off your
  album cover and shit
  Yeah!
  Whoa bad enough they biting lines like niggaz killed me
  Yeah
  When they came with some Nas, niggaz bit offa Nas shit!
  KnowhatI'msayin?
  *chuckling*
  Word niggaz niggaz niggaz niggaz caught his little album cover move
  and then they got wise to that shit
  Yeah
  I'm like damn what the fuck man?
  It's like these happy-go-lucky niggaz man when they get on man
  They wanna pop a little, a little champagne
  Word like I said
  YouknowhatI'msayin? Every few, every time you see em
  YouknowhatI'msayin? Like, front on don't fuck with me
  Yeah man
  You gonna play that role play it though
  Yo man, it's like this man, niggaz man
  Niggaz know not to fuck around with this shit
  I don't give a fuck how nasty they are
  Nah son, let me tell these niggaz somethin God
  I don't want niggaz soundin like me... on no album!
  YouknowhatI'msayin? For real cause I'ma approach a nigga man
  For real man, I don't want nobody sounding like me man, for real Son
  No doubt
  Bad enough nigga, I don't want nobody sound like nobody from my Clan
  Man keep it real, get your own shit man, and be original
  Word up
  That's all man
  And you'll be a better man
  And you gonna come out on your own
  Word up
  Whatever how you gonna take it man, fuck it
  Word up

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  Glaciers of Ice

  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

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  Ice Water

  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?

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  Real Life

  [Conversation]:
  Smash you grilla.....
  That's right, that's right
  A hundred and ninety-six million
  nine hundred and forty thousand
  square miles, on this planet
  Fresh outta New York
  Aiyyo,
  Verse 1:
  Aiyyo,
  Rollie what's up son Noodles had a problem
  He called Lucky Hands lab saying niggas mobbed him
  Max was on the outskirt trickin' in DC
  Blaze had a shorty in his lab gettin' weed for free
  That night I was in the cut alone zoned out
  Suggest I rock a utility vest when I'm bonin' out
  Yeah you know it, Bobby told me before
  Keep the heat by the side of the door
  Ready for military war
  Numerous cats, niggas is uterus
  Who this, claimin' that he loking for Louis Rich
  Diamond a young king doing his thing
  Big safes out in Beijing
  Aqua green thing
  One connect had turned on him
  God, shit got realer than a fuck
  Crackers up state want him
  Marshalls came through the hood that night
  Bagged my man Chaz 32 bags he copped flight
  Now he upstate baggin' niggas
  House and Air Maxs big ACs
  Won the Oscar award for crabbing niggas
  Now all y'all niggas get to laugh now
  Who got the last laugh now
  Hit his stash house
  Hook:It's called real life
  Y'all niggas betta see the light fast pa
  Real life, it don't cost nuttin' just to blast
  Real life, lay down son you won't last
  Real life
  Real life
  Real life
  Verse 2:
  February tenth day on a Wednesday
  It's like grimsday
  Russian hats rocking it the Benz way
  That day we got guns on us
  Jakes want us,
  Playin Einstein lenses and Auroras
  Little meek caught us
  Couple of francs, peep the blue Taurus
  What up tuck your chain they came for us
  Jumped out big nines and some hard bottles
  Eyes of hate finally meeting up wid the stakes
  It was who I thought it was
  2 pair of Clarks one pair of Lugz
  Wit the hardbottom nigga wid the snub
  Cocked it, where rock at, stop that
  Violate this cipher pa we'll definitely strike back
  All of us right there slight fear in our heart
  Blink we take it right there
  Doing our thing apart
  Broad jumped out tryin' to run shit
  Spoken loud words all we want is his head
  He did some dumb shit
  Beef from Miami now
  Damn yo big head Lance in some wild shit
  Noodles caught the stair down
  Now it came back to me yo
  Handle it wise and brutally yo
  Put down your tooly and talk like men
  No shots rang yo, hittin' the ground like mangoes
  Swiss cheese the thirty-G dorango
  Few weeks later son seem 'em all..
  I mean 'em all..
  Hook
  (Repeat x2)

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  Ice Creamshow lyrics

  Ice Cream

  Intro: Method Man (Johnny Blaze)
  Hey mom, can I have some money?
  The ice cream man is coming!
  Chorus:
  Watch these rap niggaz get all up in your guts
  French-vanilla, butter-pecan, chocolate-deluxe
  Even caramel sundaes is gettin touched
  And scooped in my ice cream truck, Wu tears it up
  (The ice cream man is coming!)
  Verse One: Ghostface Killer (Tony Starks)
  Yo honey-dips, summertime, fine Jheri drippin
  See you on Pickens with a bunch of chickens how you're clickin
  I catch shootin strong notes as we got close
  She rocked rope, honey throat smellin like Impulse
  Your whole shell baby's wicked like Nimrod
  Caught me like a fresh-water scrod, or may I not be God
  Attitude is very rude Boo, crabby like seafood
  It turns me on like Vassey and Lahrule
  They call me Starky Love-hun, check the strategy
  By any means, Shirley Temple cross was done by Billie Jean's
  Black Misses America, your name is Erica, right true
  Lazy eyeball, small piece, six shoe
  Caramel complexion, breath smellin like cinnamon
  Excuse me hon, the Don mean no harm, turn around again
  God damn, backyard's bangin like a Benz-y
  If I was jiggy, you'd be spotted like Spudz McKenzie
  I'm high powered put Adina Howard to sleep
  Yo pardon, that bitch been on my mind all week, but uhh
  Back to you Maybelline Queen let's make a team
  You can have anything in this world except CREAM
  So whatchu wanna do? Whatchu wanna do?
  Let's go ahead and walk these dogs and represent Wu
  Chorus
  Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef (Lou Diamonds)
  Shaolin's finest, whattup Boo, peace your highness
  Yo I'm loungin, big dick style, y'all niggaz is the flyest
  Moves you're making too fly jewels are shaking
  not a rape patient, you're looking good fly colored Asian
  Ghettoes, them is your hometown, we can go the whole round
  After that, I'm shootin downtown
  I'm rockin hats and you wig is all intact
  Who's that queen bee chick, eyes curly black
  Freaks be movin in fly sneaks
  Two finger rings and gold teeth, and ain't afraid to hold heat
  So when I step in the square dear
  You better have CREAM to share, Ricans, ven aqui yeah
  Chorus
  Verse Three: Cappachino
  Black chocolate girl wonder, shade brown like Thunder
  Politic til your deficit step, gimme your number
  Your sexy persuasive ta-ta's and thighs
  Catch my eyes like highs I want your bodily surprise
  Double dime some time, Ice Cream you got me fallin out
  like a cripple, I love you like I love my dick size
  ooh baby I miss you, your sweet tender touches
  take pulls off the dutches, orgasm in my mindstate
  masterbate in your clutches, I want you for self
  like wealth, so play me closely
  Bitches paranoia for the sting, who want the most of me
  Only a hard dozen want to be callin me cousin
  Thirsty for my catalog, baby shoppin spree you're lovin
  Call me if you want to get dug like the pockets
  I jizm like a giant break brooms out of their sockets
  Outro: Method Man
  Wu-Tang in the cut, for real niggaz what?
  It's the after party and bitches want to fuck
  Chorus:
  Ice cold bitches melt down when my clutch
  and what they titties sucked, ice cream
  Yeah, your guts
  Chorus: 3/4ths
  Ice cold bitches melt down when in the clutch
  They want they titties sucked, ice cream
  One love to my chocolate deluxes, keep your nails done
  and your wigs tight, word up
  One love to my butter-pecan Ricans for calling me papi
  That's for real
  One love to caramel sundaes, with the cherries on top
  Yeah
  And big up to my french vanillas
  Parlez vous, francais, mi amor, merci, oui oui, bon bons
  and all that good stuff
  That good stuff

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  Wu-Gambinos

  {And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get
  Tony Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America
  Who wants to kill him?
  No information, say yes or no
  One point five million
  Alright, you get what you want, money's no object
  They're all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable
  And there are explosive head bullets, in the clip}
  {Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo, here come the cop man
  Yo starks come here, come here sun
  Come here for a minute
  Aiyyo aiyyo hold up hold up
  Shit we gotta go to the store for more baking soda
  Yo yo yo get your fuckin', yo this made of glass nig
  Get your big Adidas off my moms table man
  Get the fuck off it man
  Yo just chill man, pass the crystal man
  Niggaz is greedy man, damn
  Big ass shits
  Yo man you ain't smoking none of that weed in here man
  Chill man}
  {Bobby Steels
  Somebody go to the store man
  Sup kid?
  Get that baking soda
  Yo, let's cut the pie five ways
  We came off with two mil kid
  Fast
  (Rollie fingers, no doubt coming through)
  La costra nostra
  (Johnny Blaze!)
  (Lou Diamonds!)
  Represent kid
  (Tony Starks)
  Universal frontier
  (Original blood claat bad boys)}
  Who come to get you? None, they want guns
  I be the first to set off shit, last to run
  Who roll together as one
  I call my brother son 'cuz he shine like one
  Check it
  Scriptures hit the body like sawed off shotties
  Like my hair notty and my nose piece snotty
  Fuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably
  Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real
  Ain't nuttin' fraudulent here, we pioneer
  Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah
  Thirty-six chambers of fear, huh, you lost it
  Information leakin' out your faucets, hmm
  Time to forfeit your crown and leave the ground
  There's a new sheriff in town holdin' it down
  It's the two holster, shit shot smoker
  Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster
  Wild in the west, a student of my culture
  And life is the test, hold up
  Let a nigga catch his breath, we still payin' dues
  And the last one is death, back to the essence
  With that shit you stressin', this Rap profession
  Now peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin
  Isle plus my style, criminology pays
  The last times and days, Johnny fuckin' Blaze
  This goes for niggaz who know
  Who will grow like llello, ley no
  Plus coolin' in Barbados
  Ricaans be givin' me much shit, the Dutch shit
  Stay cool Papa, seize it with enough shit
  Back at the lab a, crack's bagged up
  Yo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if they have to
  Senoritas, fuckin' up a storm buyin' guards margaritas
  Suckin' his dick, up in the whip long
  Designed for rhyme prime nigga jail time jiggas
  Them niggaz up in height figures bitin' niggaz
  Silks wally-wear finger rolled chain yeah
  Jakes beware black rap millionaires
  Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin' this year
  One eight hundred gambino niggaz yeah
  Who roll together as one
  I call my brother son 'cuz he shine like one
  Solid gold crown is shinin', solid gold, check it sun yo
  Solid gold crown be shinin' and blindin' like some diamonds
  I be pioneerin' the style in the cloud with silver linings
  Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected
  The heart the rib cage the chest and solar plexus
  Castin' stones, crackin' two-hundred and six bones
  And watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone
  How dare you approach it with dim pones?
  The overfiend like Noah bean green souls with a soldier mean
  The grand exquisite imperial wizard oh is it
  The ryzarector come to pay your ass a visit
  Local bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general
  Lickin' shots to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial
  Happen millennium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin
  Goes up your adrenalin son it's time for boutin'
  It's a mileage resemblin' niggaz who like followin'
  Trapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle
  God steppin' forth upon holy down of the track
  It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack
  So I decided to bite down on the mic
  So the pain of the track won't deny the fact
  That I'm the master, for what lurks, is an expert
  That hurts the individual who tries to visualize under
  'Cuz I strike, like thunder
  Niggaz couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable
  My wisdom fucks up your respiratorial
  Systems are fractured by the killa tactics
  Style is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged
  Enter the entity, my vicinity
  Is three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity
  Represent the school of hard knocks and glocks my
  Clan is hoss and got mad moss for blocks so
  Feel the force of impact from the iron side of
  The gat as I attack the track
  From the blind side of the pack, starks pass the chrome
  Watch a nigga get blown out his mutherfuckin' dome
  Piece, deceased, laid to rest
  Who come to get you? None, they want guns
  I be the first to set off shit, last to run
  Who roll together as one
  I call my brother son 'cuz he shine like one
  Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room
  Holdin' up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom
  Full moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath
  Sold only new vocal cords I heard genius on gef
  So step back, to the lab at, high velocity
  My teammate, enhance cells well like a pharmacy
  Fuck Horado Pablos plan growas bravo
  Goodfellas we know, best sellas become novels
  The man rockin' head bands, silk scarves and jams
  Early 80's British rock, Playboys, mocks, and shams
  The laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies
  Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's
  Remember them kids that came off with 8 million
  Robbed the brinks and I labeled in Royal Pavilions
  Them flower heads must have been stupid
  Tell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid?
  That's jet money, undaground money
  Submarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies

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  Heaven & Hell

  * originally featured on the _Fresh_ soundtrack
  Intro: Raekwon, Ghostface
  Yo what what, yo
  Exotic type shit
  Ninety-four, we must go to war fast
  With the pen and the pad
  God damn, shine like gold rims on Pathfinders
  Wu-Tang reclines, lamps, for the nine-squares kid
  Money clothes designer hoes and shows y'all
  Lyrics: Raekwon, Ghostface
  Yo, yo, wakin up about ten kid
  Jumpin in the shower, peace about to make
  moves and slide like greese
  What? I'm all about Tecs and checks and nuff respect you front
  I'm slammin you like the Lex
  So now I'm out in the ninety-five
  Rockin that real nigga don't die
  Guess down
  Drawers Kani!
  But yo I'm makin a pit stop
  Go and buy a box of glocks, til he rolled up and yo
  Whattup Hobbes?
  Yo, remember that kid that we vicked
  He made a half of mil for real
  He brought about fo' bricks
  Yo, so now we connect doors, meet me at the airport
  TELL GOLDEN ARMS MAINTAIN THE FORT
  Get in touch with that West coast Cali crab you stabbed
  And meet me at the bitch lab
  So word up kid, we slid like a fat four to twelve bid and shit
  Couldn't even rest, I need the vic
  And when I slept, I dream G's, Son I need some
  Keys roll self, call up Son
  I heard Pook and Tyriq caught a beef over some real shit
  A fake nigga faked and they killed his click
  Gimme a minute and I'm with it
  Yo niggaz done did it
  Rock your vest
  Keep your whip tinted
  So now we see him up in BoJangles
  Stranglin a forty ounce, with ten G's worth of gold bangles
  Diamonds, what, all up in his face
  With his man's mace, medallions the size of dinner plates
  Yo, he knew we knew him so we blew him
  Took thirty G's worth of jewels of that nigga
  DO HIM!
  So now I'm lampin in my man's Land
  Streets is hot like sand
  Jesus rollin in my right hand
  Yup, you know the steezo black
  Got to go down like that
  Shallah
  Cigars
  AND BALL HATS
  Outro:
  Ninety-four, takin niggaz to war, yo, yo
  What do you believe in? Heaven or hell?
  You don't beleive in heaven cause we're livin in hell
  (repeat 2X)
  So it's your life
  *we're livin in hell, we're livin in hellllllll*
  What a chamber, fuckin with mad strangers
  Yeah, you know how it runs baby, straight up yo
  Money clothes, designer hoes and shows y'all
  That's how it goes
  Whatever
  What do you believe in? Heaven or hell?
  You don't believe in heaven cause we're livin in hell
  31st chamber y'all
  So it's your life
  (What do you believe in? Heaven or hell?)
  Niggaz ain't even know Son, only half is sewed cash
  (You don't believe in heaven cause we're livin in hell)
  They haven't yet sold their weight
  (What do you believe in? Heaven or hell?)
  Question, shit is real, youknowhatI'msayin
  (You don't believe...)
  Niggaz think it's all about a real live Allah
  A little hundred dollars and that make you a man
  KnowhatI'msayin?
  You ain't even promised tomorrow Son, word up
  Niggaz don't understand how life can be so short
  Come so fast
  With the blinkin of eye, blinkin of eye you're gone baby
  Straight up, knowhatI'msayin, get turned to dust
  Return to the casket
  That ass is out Son, word up
  Word up, get evaporated, straight up
  Word up
  Lose all your strength nigga
  Crazy dedication shout out to the memory of Two Cent Jason
  Heartbroken, we soakin wet though
  Keepin it real for my peopls
  Yeah, yo
  And my physical brother DeVon, you're still in here baby
  Because you're in my arms nigga, word up
  I never let you go baby
  YouknowhatI'msayin? You my life charm, word up
  For real
  Keep shinin
  Real for keepin it real, shout out to major niggaz
  Big Kawai, Jess, Hell in the computer system
  The RZA, who slams fat discs for the ninety-four
  Word up, RZA, he's my nigga baby
  Yeah, eatin dinner with the big boys now
  YaknowhatI'msayin?
  Word up, Big Booth represent the Q
  Knowhowedo, lamp, get that power-u, type, things on float
  GZA, word up, Master Killer
  The don of the Clan, Method Man, Inspector Deck
  Dirty Bastard
  U-God, word up baby
  Keep it real Son
  Keep packin them guns
  Word up

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  Pop Shit

  [Conversation]:
  Keep everything on
  Blaze always
  Nigga this only nineteen thousand
  (yo check this shit out)
  I want my thousand dollars now
  I dont give a fuck
  I went up in the club
  And like a thousand niggas
  A thousand chicks
  Was doing the James Brown
  Get the fuck out of here
  Im like oh shit
  You lying, you lying
  Shit was real son
  Stop lying man
  Cream Team walked in
  We started doing it
  Wild man
  Feel me?
  So what happened, let me on
  [Verse]:
  Aiyyo, aiyyo
  E-lec-tric slide on them niggaz
  Drive by on them niggaz
  Show'em that killas is live and fly figures
  Fruit-flavored Nikes
  Now im in a six hundred white piece
  Send half my love out to wif-e
  Fillin out tax reports
  Lookin live up in Guess shorts
  Bitches show love and support
  Table teaspoons
  Fake goons with balloons shit it out
  Make room
  How them niggas ate strait tunes yo
  Horror flick scriptures
  Godfather flicks
  Superfriends equal foul niggas
  Bar miss you'll flip yo
  Aim the nozzle
  With the head brace the bottle
  Get your dang licked
  Six thousand square feet
  Paid shit
  Stretch Auroras in Florida
  Kilo's comin out of water
  Watch me slaughter
  Take your daughter over yo
  Space shit
  Boat across your shit
  Cargo shit
  Well Fargo got Renaldos shit
  Reclining chair
  Drunk billionaire
  Willie like a bear
  The whole block suck cock on a leap year
  No remorse
  Heavy plaque red and white
  Eddie Bauer jaws
  Bout the bitch smack five out of yours
  Pens bleeding
  Got my shit soft
  Figure like Ike Frost
  Icy chain
  Cop and hangin on a horse
  Lames laws
  Got your name crossed
  You cannot claim boss
  Unless he kiss braid hair
  That aint yours
  Fly statistics lystics
  Slang optimistic
  Two bats a tie and a biscuit
  Kissed it
  Mmm-aa
  Diamond on the wrist kid
  Misfit
  Bought it like a ten dollar outfit
  Pop Shit get your house lit
  Strait up
  The route mouse shit
  Get your style shit
  I announced it
  Slang lordy yo
  Staring at my man Gordy Laury
  The bitch bought'em on
  She'll reward me
  Flossed it, cost it, tossed it
  The same Main Source shit
  You at the "BBQ" eatin horse dick
  Sneak up link up
  Nigga tie your sneaker
  You wink what
  Speed it up
  Caught you in that beated-up truck it was luck
  Fuck page your uncle thirty bucks
  Ran in your shit
  Blew you with your hands in your nuts
  Louis
  Thats the same crew as those
  Milliwakee brewers
  Rocking Wu shoes with Kaoluas
  Time for lotti
  Bald Gotti here
  Dont make me throw shots trough your body
  Everybody out of here
  Thats my word
  God through Shakespeare 'ere
  Take me there
  Get your fastened
  And take clear
  Its so real we might face years
  Cuddled up in HDM's
  Chill baby on and a nigga here
  You start screamin and your scared
  And shorty came on last year
  And lapped danced my man for a wack pair
  ill I smell it in your hair
  My faculties remained clear
  Pussy in a refrigerator back here
  Damn watch your mouth
  Hear it on the air
  Like a grand prize
  Freak nigga that taps shit

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  Guillotinz (Swordz)

  Intro: Inspectah Deck
  Allow me to demonstrate the skill of Shaolin
  The special technique of shadowboxing
  Poisonous, poisonous (word word word)
  I should slap all y'all niggaz for coming in my fuckin face with that shit
  Alright cool yeah, go ahead man...
  Poisonous
  Verse One: Inspectah Deck a.k.a. Rebel INS
  Poisonous paragraphs, smash ya phonograph
  in half, it be the Inspectah Deck on the warpath
  First class leavin mics with a cast
  Causin ruckus like the aftermath when guns blast
  Run fast, here comes the verbal assaulta
  Rhymes runnin wild like a child in a walker
  I scored from the inner slums abroad
  And my thoughts are razor sharp I sliced the mic from the cord
  First they criticize, but now they have become
  mentally paralyzed with hits that I devise
  Now I testify, the rest is I, Rebel INS
  Ya highness, blessed to electrify
  with voltage of an eel, truth that I reveal'll
  crush the amateurs who screamed to keep it real
  Caesar black down hoodied up and fatigues
  Part time minor leagues receive third degrees
  Attack like a wolf pack, once I pull back
  then guard you, and bust through like a fullback
  Verse Two: Ghostface Killer a.k.a. Tony Starks
  Yo, you fourteen carat gold slum computer wizard
  Tappin inside my rap vein causes blizzards
  Do I like the kills for ice trife like botta digits
  Gorillas injected with strength of eighty midgets
  The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends
  Let my peeps in, niggaz gaspin swallowin aspirins
  What a dosage, you overdosed in rap
  High explosives my post-its hypnotize with hypnosis
  I sell goods, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers
  Record-breaking the album Thriller
  Now access the jig who has bombs and rocket launchers
  Float like dope killer bees is what I sponsor
  Ya entrepeneur, pens and gear like shakespeare
  When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souveneirs
  Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers
  My career is based on guns, throwin cats in wheelchairs
  Etcetera, damage any lame ass competitor
  Who try to front, get broken and passed like leathers
  Whatever hot hardheads get shattered like mirrors
  Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter ya feathers
  Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic
  Blew my family overseas in mansions
  If rap was crack, fully packed I be tour cats
  Tax the kingpin of the rap drug traffickin
  Village niggaz get slapped in Manhattan
  for rappin, big Ghost steps off laffin
  (Were you just using the Wu-Tang school method against me?
  I've learned so many styles, forgive me)
  Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef a.k.a. Lou Diamonds
  Sit back relax, fake niggaz don't get turns
  Watch me massage ya brain with slang that's king
  Projects filled with young men cause threats
  Who is that? Thousand dollar chains and techs
  Focus, the brokest niggaz of life shit
  These mics is like cocaine Sun, check the suicidal hype shit
  Exchange mad blunts taste the sweepstakes
  Keepin up on fakes outta state for cakes
  No doubt, plus nobody amount, we making dough off of
  Puttin fifty on the Land and Allah, it's like that
  Pull ya shoes up black, matta of fact just adapt
  Tie up, ya black Nike's and tight hats
  Corners, stay surrounded with foreigners
  Whattup dread? Feds caught you grudgin for his bread
  But regardless, peace to jail niggaz with charges
  Unify layin in the guard with La
  My Clan done ran from Japan to Atlanta, with stamina
  Clingers and gamblers, and gram handlers
  Tical like the Isle, so God, let's get steamed
  Infrared guard yo' Beem, so seek nuff respect
  Rude bwoy you bet, keep it movin par shallah
  Pro black like tar
  Designin the fly shit and stay shinin and
  the RZA pours more beats than Cristal's fine wine
  Concrete raps go to black
  with 50 other niggaz on the other side of the map
  Knew it's all good and all done what, we want some
  Mike Tyson of this rap shit, pullin out Macs for fun
  Verse Four: The Genius/GZA a.k.a. Maximillion
  The nigga don't get mad, I got mad styles of my own
  And it's shown when my hands grip the chrome microphone
  Verbally I catch bodies with cordless shotties
  Intriguin emcees, I keep em trained like potties
  I bomb facts, my sword is an axe
  to split backs invisible, like dope fiend tracks
  Sky's the limit, niggaz are timid, and nobody knows
  How we move like wolfs in sheep clothes
  Producin data, microchips or software
  Undaground and off air, the Land of the Lost
  Notorious henchman from the North
  Strikin niggaz where the Mason-Dixon line crossed

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  What's Goin' On

  [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)

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  Criminology

  "I told you a long time ago you fuckin' little monkey not to fuck me"
  "Hey hey, who the fuck you think you going for huh?"
  "Who the fuck you think I am, your fuckin' door boy?"
  "You wanna go to war? Wanna go to war, okay?"
  Comin' up on half a mil, we build
  Get real God, taking you on another one son
  Uhh, Julio Igleasias
  Making cream like that nigga
  Yo, first of all son, peep the arson
  Many brothers I be sparkin' and bustin' mad light inside the dark
  Call me dough snatcher, just the brother for the rapture
  I hand glide, holdin' on strong, hard to capture
  Extravagant, RZA bake the track and it's militant
  Then I react, like a convict, and start killin' shit
  It's manifested, the Gods work like appliances
  Dealin' in my cypher I revolve around sciences
  The 9th chamber, leave you trapped inside my hallway
  You try to flee but you got smoked up by the doorway
  No question, I send your ass back, right to the essence
  Your whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you restin'
  While I'll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops
  Throwin' niggaz off airplanes 'cause cash rules
  Everything around me black, as you can see
  Swallow this murder one verse like God degree
  Then analyze my soundtrack for satisfaction
  You adapt like a flashback chain reaction
  Just a minute son, AK's black bust back like seventy Macs
  I'm all that, street niggaz knowin' my steez black
  Ron G, you know he coincide with me see
  Marvelous, Menace fo' society
  But anyway, let's toast, champagne thoughts with ghost
  I max the most shotguns through the nose
  Phonograph hip hop put me on top
  'Lo wears, and Tommy Hil fly shit with a knot
  The witty unpredictable live shit, drive by shit
  Do or die shit, I'll take your lie and shit
  And then you know, I'm runnin' through the penal, foul
  Four toothed child was wild
  The old lady snitched, but fuck it, you know it, one love kid
  No I'm not doin' a bid
  Too much to get for what 'cause six niggaz got
  Stuck, and the nigga chain was truck
  Yo fuck that, Criminology rap
  Speakers stay jet black floatin' in the flyest Ac'
  Nigga, bring it, yeah
  Much love go to New York City

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  Ill Figures

  [Intro: Raekwon]
  When I write my lyrics, it's like, it's like
  I want my shit to be phat, I want people to be able to understand
  Yo, Anybody can rhyme, youknowhatimsaying
  But it's what you saying that makes a person know about you
  Knowhatimsaying, you know the type of person you is
  So it's like really, I'm just more of just
  Being a street narrator (aiyo, what up, famo?)
  [Raekwon:]
  Reefer lit, love hip hop, the gangstas got me like the broccoli
  Brooklyn baby cooling at a swat meet
  Real niggas wanna meet me, ladies wanna eat me
  Money clean Mercedes claim, baby, beat me
  Love getting dressed up, sweats and techs
  Ride around the hood, good, getting Gotti respect
  Hand is golden, an OG rolling and holding, yo
  Fresh kicks, soft leather, pockets is swollen
  Let my jam hit your tape deck, it's straight up, and made up
  For every real nigga with his gun on him, hate up
  Flying through the city nights, new flights
  Blue ice, hundred thousand in a Nike bag, license
  Drug shop, I'm sorry, Atari in the Ferrari
  Next see the Lex A Shallah, La Tam'pa
  Eating yo, all of us, scamma gangstas
  You know we honor, tip the kangol, cooling in the brown vengos
  [kung fu sample]
  I have never, giving up on a mission
  That's against my honor
  [Lil' Fame:]
  Duke let me warn you, my niggas crip up
  Them young boys'll run up on you, shoot your whip up
  Brooklyn, nigga, beg for you life
  And my Staten Island homeys lay your ass down on Glaciers of Ice
  Sidewalk executives, live the street life consecutive
  We built for this, go for your gun
  My prospective is, another day in the life, of money and drugs
  Big hammers and slugs, can get ugly as fuck
  [Billy Danze:]
  From the chest to your man Danze, ey
  Staten Island, said what up, yo, ey
  The homey ODB said what up, though, ey
  We got the Chef on deck as if you didn't know
  It's sharp as fuck, Wu, that's what up
  Pack it up, wanna rap, wanna rock, what up?
  Wanna pop, get up, fuck around and get your block hit up
  Bring your team and we'll box 'em up
  Think M.O.P. is not what up
  [kung fu sample:]
  It seems I'm a bit late here
  Don't worry, these men are all gonna die
  [Kool G. Rap:]
  See from the side where it slum at, dum at, rum at
  Cognac, combat, contact, contrast
  Crom's packing out like Beyonce back
  She bang out a song like the Fonz back
  Bigger things, bring the slangs, slicker than the sharpest pen
  Nigga here, combat, sweet dick Willie T, Rudy Ray Moore game
  Woodgrain all in the board reigns, before rain flooded
  Like storm drains, boss man, bundling raw 'caine
  Fours bang, neighborhood war games
  Get your weight up, you looking anarexic
  Posted on the block proper with the hammer vested
  Bitch came with empty hands, that's the hand she left with
  Thirsty ass with the water and it sounded desperate
  Break a white an hour, based it forty grand invested
  Live within the third rail, you know the man electric

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  I Recallshow lyrics

  I Recall

  [Chorus x3: sample]
  I remember, I recall
  I remember, I recall
  I remember, I recall
  I remember, all you said
  [Raekwon:]
  Aiyo, yes sir, everything's a blessing, let the cess' splurge
  Spill it in your hand, and let the s's turn
  You got them wild style goons in the room, with nothing but coupes
  And Pumas on, rugged beards, mean underwear
  Fly in the day, high by night, money right
  Solidified gangsta with his paintbrush writing
  Catch me off Lenox, Spanish dip, vintage shit
  Floating in the open, niggas smoking that shit, you know
  [Tek:]
  Vanilla envelopes of cess, 20 bags of bless
  Pissy drunk, in the project steps
  Throwing dice, til the sun come out, guns come out
  Trains through the 151 come out
  Then it's back on the block, I'm running from the cops again
  The old heads love me, asking when I'm gonna stop again
  But, you know the law of the streets
  How we gon' dick the freaks and what we do over beats, bitch
  [Chorus x2]
  [Steele:]
  Yessa yessa, rap is under pressure
  Had me, had 'em, hungry hoody, wearing hoods, come getcha
  Four fetcha, eat tracks, Hannibal Lecter
  Keep gats, Tony Jaa, still, I'm The Protector
  Street speak, reach peeps, treat peeps aggressive
  Smif-N-Wessun, Chef connection, nothing less than perfection
  Peace number 7, God Degree's the lesson
  Equality's the evanescense for my peeps in the essence
  [Raekwon:]
  Fresh mohawk, run up in the gun store, blow off
  Jump in the couple, sled range, my dame blow off
  Bamboo need for the go, it's like chilly
  Don't be silly, my niggas pop wheelies for dough
  [Tek:]
  I tell you the first time, I ever laid hands on a pussy
  Smack Earth, Wind & Fire out of jazz, pussy
  That's when niggas learned to respect my army
  Respect my gun and recognize me as a don
  [Steele:]
  Listen, I tell no lies, spread no rumors
  Have your whole family smothered, taking me for humor
  [Tek:]
  Get your laugh from elsewhere, your bricks from right here
  You bleed just like I bleed, so it's no fear
  [Raekwon:]
  Aiyo, flatten niggas, what's happening, rap niggas from Staten
  Gat chunky nine, bullets sitting in napkin
  Ready to pop your lid off, lay low in Manhattan
  Stop fronting, buttons get pressed, we jabbed 'em, tagged 'em

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  Footprints Of Osamashow lyrics

  Footprints Of Osama

  This is the story of Osama, Allah...
  Niggers put me on to the drama, now sit back
  ... with the data, our boy from Southern Arabia
  Who had it made, body hated the fortune,
  Glam and fame, the game,
  An Oxford graduated, see the sun when it rains,
  We studied economic, Islamic...
  Didn't' hate America, we hated the Congress.
  ... when he was ten he a powerful man
  Who had paper, slinging oil and men.
  Wealthy, religious and educated,
  Hey yow, this made lots of bread...

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  Fly Shawty Penelopeshow lyrics

  Fly Shawty Penelope

  [Intro: Raekwon]
  Yeah, yeah, straight outta jail
  First time nailing me, realer than the obvious
  They never said it was gonna be easy
  Who can y'all put up with?
  The streets... why you coming at me like that, man?
  You payin' him? You taking care of me?
  What's the matter with you, man?
  See this the shit that make a nigga don't come over, man
  [Chorus x2: Raekwon]
  Aiyo, fly shorty Penelope, fresh female chick
  Straight outta jail, first time mailing me, God
  Realer than the obvious, livelyness was on the line
  I mean like, the sweetest thing, most seen her kind
  [Raekwon:]
  Bloomingdale patient, slick finance who got a Benz station
  Studying law, buying North Faces
  Tried by the police, yo, straight up and down
  I hold rollies, size six shaconies, daughter, might name her Water
  Son, might name him Rich Porter, style, Law & Order
  Copped them quarters, it's real, blowing out in Florida
  Displaying a game, frame, I'm adoring her
  Blasting music, I'mma lose it, shorty romance the music
  Just grind, don't dance to it, flexin' with a sun dress on
  Shorty refreshin', less you stressed, stop swarmin' on her
  Yellin', it's all made basic, taste it
  Anybody lace this here, you can blaze it
  Rinaldo stepped up, what, "Lex, you know I got it lined up"
  Bust ya gun from the side, what?
  Take this thought in mound, your frame might be a dime
  But the brain power might not shine
  Shorty had a good head once, rolling up blunts, damn
  She fucked up, got caught in the crunch
  Now, down go her lifestyle
  She on the FDR now, with a Audi J, bugging out
  Stop that drinking, you wild, project chick, yo
  Won't even tuck her chain, nigga, that's foul
  Got caught up in the number run, dunn
  I need to get my life back, son, share one
  Lex laid it out, but she stunt, enter and still smoke blunts
  Shit ain't real, she yelling "Fuck everyone"
  Yup, caught up in the midst, I mean glitz
  Went from doorags to rich, now he blue hat and switch
  I guess, the live way to rap it, shorty went backwards
  Now she stuck with a dirty Guess jacket
  Keep on, giving out the jewels wrong
  Who wrong? Who want? Who trynna-trynna act like you never knew wrong
  Now it's raining, now I'm maintining, gaining
  Probably gaming with positive aiming, long dane it
  Stepped in, jumped in the car, fuck God
  Put the Wisdom for Knowledge, you bond, whine too hard
  Shaking her ass, walking out to the garage, you large
  Fuck men, fuck who weighing nods
  Stopped, took a peak at the stars, the Zodiac, a fine Mars
  Or lose it for a chick behind bars
  Wash, waking up Lars, aiyo collect call Taj'
  Let's take a half a million in the cards
  Laying up, at the Laborage, say I need a massage
  Stressed, jumping out the Guess jumper, charged
  Wifey material, make sure y'all observe the ariel
  I'm mailing this through ya stereo
  Wifey material, make sure y'all observe the ariel
  I'm mailing this through ya stereo
  Wifey material, make sure y'all observe the ariel

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  Robberyshow lyrics

  Robbery

  Eh yo, eh yo, Ice water
  Don't get it twisted, we'll shoot yo' ass, nigga
  Haha
  Y'all mothafuckas got about fifteen seconds to live
  Yo, it's a new year, bitch, and I'm takin' over
  My whole crew here, bitch and the game is over
  My niggas told me face this soldier
  If rap don't work, get back to that bakin' soda
  On the strip tryin' to catch more cake than Oprah
  I got clips that'll leave you with ya face on a poster
  I talk slick and I'm sprayin' the toaster
  Sparkin' shoot outs and start poppin' off shit the way I'm supposed to
  You the type to go up North straight scrappin' a sore butt
  And ain't nuttin' worse than gettin' shot as soon as you woke up
  You got work? I'll be rapin' ya dolja
  I'm takin' his pack and breakin' his back and makin' him throw up
  'Cuz the draft's like a bomb and I'm waitin' to blow up
  I'll take cash on ya mom's and turn her frame to donuts
  Yo, yo, yo
  Eh yo, I'm blazin' hot, never haze or flop
  Wanna battle? Name ya price, I'ma raise the pot
  Put ya car on the line, I'ma take ya drop
  Put ya jewels up, I'ma take ya chain and watch
  It's like I hard ball and you, you play soft
  Just call me the Hitler when I spit about eight off
  Shots'll rip ya face off, nigga ya heard me?
  Beat you black and blue like a Hitman jersey
  P.C. never been known to play games
  I spray things that'll re-arrange ya brain
  I cock and aim, miss you, pop ya dame
  Only reason that I came through's to lock the game
  Yo, it's time to die, who you gon' run to?
  Who you gon' call when them dogs come confront you?
  You stand firm or be the bitch that you is?
  Would you grab the guns or run into the pigs, you mothafucka, huh?
  It's time to die, who you gon' run to?
  Who you gon' call when them dogs come confront you?
  You stand firm or be the bitch that you is?
  Would you grab the guns or run get yo' wiz, you mothafucka, huh?
  Y'all niggas see me eatin' all of ya plate
  Don't give a fuck about ya background, shit about the songs you make
  And I know you see the draw on the waist
  Lookin' stupid with a vest on, these bullets might draw on ya face
  They call me Alexander Sean the Great
  'Cuz ya bitch said she love the way the dick talk all in the cake
  I need this bank money, throw me the safe
  All these killas involved, the cops'll fuck around and chalk the place
  Yo, they wonder why we hang with crooks
  Shit is take free, I see not used to money off the books
  Broke faggot nigga caught in a jukes
  I'm a pirate in this rap shit, I leave you niggas off the hook
  What the fuck you gon' do when we run in ya crib?
  Either we leavin' with the bricks or we gon' leave with yo' kids
  And we only got hours to live
  So give up the ransom or find they ass up under the bridge
  'Lite never been afraid, so keep lookin' niggas
  'Cuz I'll rob yo' ass faster than some Brooklyn niggas
  Yo this rap game twisted, everybody beefin'
  Everybody killas now and ain't nobody leakin'
  Smoke a lot of weed so I don't like to fight
  But I might go upside ya fuckin' head with a pipe
  Got a bulldog, not only do he bark he bite
  Give a fuck about a hood, it ain't safe at night
  You fucker
  Yo, it's time to die, who you gon' run to?
  Who you gon' call when them dogs come confront you?
  You stand firm or be the bitch that you is?
  Would you grab the guns or run to the pigs, you mothafucka, huh?
  It's time to die, who you gon' run to?
  Who you gon' call when them dogs come confront you?
  You stand firm or be the bitch that you is?
  Would you grab the guns or run get yo' wiz, you mothafucka, huh?
  I'm tellin' you, man
  Young motherfuckers, man
  That niggas is really fuckin' pissin' me off
  Who you gon' run to?
  Fuckin' you gon' go call when I put this motherfuckin'
  Fo' fo' long in yo' motherfuckin' mouth, boy?
  Shot in yo' face
  Who the fuck you gon' call?

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  Once in a Lifetimeshow lyrics

  Once in a Lifetime

  [Raekwon:]
  The problem is the love got lost, We went crazy I ran
  Two days later the fuckin advance
  Shootin dice, Gettin right, Holdin hands
  Jumped off the plane, You my only flame word to my mans
  I've been loyal you can have anything I grant you
  From kicks all the way to trips to Japan
  When we land I'm a blaze it in a van
  Hope to get caught, Just make this short
  Just get yours and dance on it, Talk to me
  [Mika:]
  Spent my lifetime trying to find you
  Got used to being misused and
  Had my heart broken so many times
  I got the scars to prove it
  Baby please won't you be patient
  I know I'm hard to deal with
  Something I said I'd never do
  But I'm letting down my guard for you
  Ohh, So many lies and deception
  I've dealt with so much rejection
  I took a look at my reflection
  And said I'll never love again
  But I count you as a blessing
  Cause you were sent from Heaven
  Baby you changed my mind
  What we got is so hard to find
  [Chorus: Mika]
  Ohh, Love like this
  Don't come, Round but once
  Once in a lifetime, (Once in a lifetime)
  And it's the right time, (And it's the right time)
  For us, Ain't no kiss
  Ever, Felt like this
  But once in a lifetime, (Once in a lifetime)
  And it's the right time, (And it's the right time)
  For us
  [Mika:]
  Pay attention to the details
  When I talk you listen
  You make me wanna try harder
  To be a better women
  I think I'm fallin baby catch me
  I see the happy ending
  I didn't think that dreams came true
  But your love is proof
  Ohh, So many lies and deception
  I've dealt with so much rejection
  I took a look at my reflection
  And said I'll never love again
  But I count you as a blessing
  Cause you were sent from Heaven
  Baby you changed my mind
  What we got is so hard to find
  [Chorus]
  [Mika (Raekwon):]
  Ohh-oh-oh, Can't nobody make me feel like you do
  (You know I got you baby) Ohh-oh, (Come on man)
  (You know how I rock man)
  Everybody wants to feel like we do
  (Let me take you to Louie Star real quick man after that man)
  Ohh-oh-oh, (Let's go hit the museum or somethin man)
  After all the things that I have been through
  (Word up ma) Your love is healin me
  (You know I'm reppin you man) It's change'n me, I feel brand new.
  [Raekwon:]
  We like fifth grade lovers when we first linked up
  You had a mink on, A baby joint, Your rings was tucked
  I'm blacked down in the back of the town, Crime'n
  Doin white collar shit, But then you came and blocked my design
  I looked at you with a sinister grin, You looked back
  That was a win, I shot my biggest gift, This is a ten
  Months passed like blunts get passed
  You riffin just when I was different
  You decided to flip, Get prolific
  Threw my shit out, I let that ride, Kicked the kid out
  I slid out, I fell back, My women ain't live
  I thought love and trust would hold our hands
  Straight disaster happened, I lost the only thing, Just don't even answer
  When I came through crowned you as my Queen you was thankful
  I sat proud royalty style, Go hit the bank Boo
  A few weeks later we back but with the same drama again
  I love you Boo, God is within, Give us love

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  Yes Sirshow lyrics

  Yes Sir

  [Intro: w/ Raekwon ad-libs]
  [Raekwon:]
  No more rocks, Rubber glocks homie
  Move here all I hear, Call the cops on me
  Ankle gold straight for my chucks, Chevy truck
  Good CD, I rhyme to every nigga with I'll weed
  We at the cheeba house toast'n, Rhymes we roast'n a hundred K
  All they say is Rae and Ghost shitted
  Mind frame puzzled, Bezzle cost one million franks
  The Louie luggage bordered in Brussels
  No he didn't, Harry Winston watch, My time's limit
  I.C.S., The G kitted, We fitted
  Making my way all through the garden
  Large nigga respect, Yep, The Chef up, He kept calling
  Counter move'n with my shorty, We both lizard down
  Her neck, My ring blizzard down, Get up in the South
  Cooling with the hood goonies
  The Mickey Rooney's of the Project when mad logic step in the room
  [Hook: Reakwon]
  (Yes sir)
  Where niggas rock mink coats and carry a mink tote
  We got our bitches on mean boats
  (Yes Sir)
  The money that come we spending it, Getting it
  Don't give a fuck you get shot in the rented kid
  (Yes Sir)
  Don't play with the Kings with blings on
  (Yes Sir)
  No fake shit, Say the wrong thing and your team's gone
  (Yes Sir)
  From killers and rap niggas who clap niggas up
  What, Yeah but, Go get your little gats nigga
  [Ghostface Killah:]
  Yo this ain't your average type boss shit
  Steel pipes big enough to blow out your fausete
  We car buying, Bar buying, Not to mention
  My wall got flicks of me standing in the back of a large lion
  Shearling on, Shirt chill burning my man up
  Style is back up in this like P. and E. Sermon
  So what ya'll wanna do these bars is French toast
  Sin City style I'm like Marv in the trench coat
  Busting off arrows like Cupid
  The truth is I got the mother load from my girl and booked it
  Went to my cell shitted out then pooped it
  Sat broken down twenty dollars for two sticks
  Uhh, I'm a hustler, Ya'll my customers
  Broke niggas just wanna smoke like a muffler homie
  It's Crooked I and the Chef, And of course me
  Michael Phelps of this shit who wanna endorse me
  [Hook]
  [Crooked I:]
  If it's war I'm reaching for the heat
  I got bullets the size prehistoric teeth
  That'll bite you like the heater or the beef
  So I feed it more to eat, To lead a boy your sleep
  Leave em leaking on the street
  Then I'm creeping low, Discreet
  I'm the reason for police when I'm squeezing on my piece
  Like I be squeezing on your piece
  When she drinking on my skeet
  She move when a gangsta say so
  She wanna pop skittles, Wanna taste the rainbow
  You never know, Crooked could be poke'n your Mom
  In ? while smoke'n a bong, The ultimate Don
  Closed mouth don't get feed, I'm quoting you Psalms
  Closed fists don't get bread, So open your palms
  Yeah, How can you not feel that
  I'm on Rodeo with the top peeled back yelling C.O.B.
  I took a vow of abstinence for ya sucker emcees
  Which mean I swear to God none of ya'll fucking with me, Uhh

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  Wild In Da Clubshow lyrics

  Wild In Da Club

  [Intro: P.C.]
  Don't take it per-son-al.. it's only mu-sic
  Holla at me.. yo! Yo!
  Ice Water! Yo.. yo.
  [P.C.]
  Try me, P.C.'ll put a clip in a nigga
  Fuck a hole, my bullets'll dig a ditch in a nigga
  Listen, I've been reppin', only pack big weapons
  One shot to the stomach, you missin' ya midsection
  I'm off the wall, dog, I could off ya balls
  Stick his ass to the rooftop, toss 'em off
  Hit the Ave with the rooftop off the porch
  I get money cuz it costs to floss, nigga you feelin' me?
  And if not then fuck what you gotta deal with me
  I've only been here for a minute but haters wanna get rid of me
  P.C. creep with at least three heats
  And a shotgun stashed underneath the backseats
  [Stumic]
  Niggas actin' like you don't feel a draft
  You seen ya man? Tell him I'ma kill his ass
  And I don't, wanna talk I want a mill in cash
  I come through 'tards shittin', lookin' ill in the past
  Cuz it's the, Ice Water, don't get it confused
  And one false move'll cause me to spit at you dudes
  It's Stumic, motherfucker and I'm pickin' ya food
  And ain't no one out you know that my niggas'll do you
  Let's spit on 'em, rush these niggas
  and crush several fuckin', will leave a dent out ya liver
  Only kid in the hood with a mustard ninja
  Heard you broke down good, well I fucked ya sister
  [Chorus x2: Stumic]
  Eh yo we Wyld in Da Club, style in the club
  This is for my niggas gettin' down in the club
  At the bar throwin' down rounds in the club
  Talk slick and get the four pound in ya mug
  [Break: Polite singing]
  Yo I keep my gun on me, what the fuck y'all want from me?
  Y'all touch my property somebody gon' die, uh-huh
  This ain't no joke, it's for real
  My niggas they totin' they steel
  All it takes a phone call and they ready to ride
  Get ready to die
  [Polite]
  Eh yo the cards are dealt, the words are spoken
  Nigga, welcome to the Hell, the gates is open (uh-huh)
  Gatekeeper, first degree murder through the speaker
  Who deep enough to flow with the reaper?
  Stuck in the middle, I spit a little riddle
  Leavin' niggas crippled, my niggas ball 'em like Kerry Kittles
  You niggas makin' it hard, it's really kinda simple
  If a nigga gotta pull it out I'm puttin' it in ya temple
  [Ultra]
  Official I do this, rude maneuver
  I use the Rugers to keep the bullets movin' through ya
  Weak anatomy, fuck the small talk and flattery
  Ya power is weak, to beef you need much more batteries
  Keep it genetic, or dead it, Ice Water Inc. we said it
  Whoever so-called did it or said it, promote it and spread it
  Fake it or front it, get ambushed and confronted
  With slugs in ya head, back, chest and stomach
  Niggas don't want it or ask for it, so we give it to 'em
  Dead in the club and let them things spit and rip through 'em dead in the club
  Is you gon' fuck around and be the nigga dead in the club?
  (Yeah? Uh-huh..)
  [Chorus x2]
  [Raekwon]
  Egyptian look, gazelles on, L's lit, this how it's goin' down
  Ski mask, Chanel shit, move like a terrorist click
  Nineteen eighties babies, worldwide, ya girl on our dick
  All you know is Rae look good, he hood
  Envision the flips, I make money like them niggas who take money
  Fresh out the can, Duran look, Astro van
  The ill Castro, rap Son of Sam
  More Rugers, more bow and arrows
  Still no losers, forty five dollars ahead
  Go at niggas shootin' lyrical leads
  Stop absorbin, break shit, knock that gay shit out ya head

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  Your World & My Worldshow lyrics

  Your World & My World

  [Intro: Raekwon]
  Yeah, yeah, let's go, nigga
  [Chorus: Raekwon]
  This is your world and my world, nigga, let's make a movie
  Get it jumping, hit the box office hard, get it pumping
  This is your world and my world, nigga, hundreds to hundreds
  Let's burn, then fuck it, put our mamas up, keep 'em fronting
  This is your world and my world, nigga, bust a nut
  Get a cut, then gettin' paper, by laying in the cut
  This is your world and my world, nigga, we flyin' fly
  In the bank, nigga, you know how we get down, thanks, nigga
  [Raekwon]
  Arm & Hammer boxes, we love foxes, leaning in the Tropics
  Blood money, boats is abnoxious
  Standing in the mess hall when, nose froze
  Posing like a king, I'm rocking New Balances, new silencers
  Glass table'll choke, twenty four challengers
  Half of my niggas is slow, but they dough island
  You know the pantries is full, ranches with bulls
  And wolves there, who sit around, fronting in Wu-Wear
  I slam a Noodles hat, pull hair, two tokes and Ghost
  In a ghost, I be back in the wrong year
  Long sleeve, one cuff up, rugged gold teeth
  Fronting with Colombian niggas who gave me raw meat
  Due to the gangstas that died, forever ride
  To the rats in the manholes, who hate, niggas live
  But it's all good, you from a poor hood, I guess
  Back in the Guess with the Champion hood, what?
  [Chorus]
  [Raekwon]
  Glass sculptures on my vultures, fifty cultures
  Play the couch, posted, count your money, hide your toast in
  Black tea, sucker free, ask me, clappers is free
  Metal knick knacks, get slapped in your hat, B
  I'm dynamic rec room potent, that'll blow you in the open
  Pay a cop off, fly you your coke in
  My house is worth 2.9, my Benz is worth, he want mine
  Nowheres, we call that shit high heels
  Dedicated heat rock sprayer, spray your mother and your lover
  Better pay up, these guns is from Grenada
  Wild fight, customized dice, get nice in the Trump Tower
  Drunk bitch, spaghetti and sliced
  Everybody features is that mean, never leave the lab
  Lacking, always in the red, blacks and green
  Drug slingers turn into slug singers, one of them snitch?
  It's just a gut lingers, laying in the mud
  [Interlude: Raekwon]
  Slimeball ass, nigags, man, for real, man
  Stay away, man, knowhatimsayiing?
  Get that muthafucking, hater gator spray next to a nigga
  We ready to zap one of ya'll niggas, with the quickness
  Aiyo, Hav', man, these niggas don't know what it is, man, about hip hop, man
  These niggas, man, for real, man, eat them niggas
  [kung-fu sample]
  I got to admit that Shaolin boxing ain't that bad!
  But, now watch mine!
  [Havoc]
  Ya'll niggas food, I peep that shit a long time ago
  Dick rider niggas trying to front like they grimey, tho
  This is my world, I just let you live in it
  But the lease is up, you faggot niggas get evicted
  How many times I gotta tell you cowards, mind your business
  Oh, you still yapping? Time to catch 'em slipping
  Doing dirty, we don't mind getting our hands dirty
  And you can't fuck with any bitch because her ass dirty
  Cuz when it pop off, we just up in shorty ears
  And you just stuck with it, and how us niggas got you there
  That little bad caramel with the long hair
  Got you lined up, and caught in the crosshair
  Nothing but bosses here, we enforced the fear
  Always in the hood, my office there
  Blow a bag with my comrades, polly my next move
  And have you niggas bugging, how I wet 'em and crept through

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  You Might Dieshow lyrics

  You Might Die

  [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

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  Walk Wit Me

  [Intro: Raekwon w/ others]
  [sniff] Yo, boo, calm down, man
  Chill 'fore you break your nose, man
  What up, what up, king (yo what's going on?)
  (Yo, oh, who the fuck is this?)
  (Yo, walk this bitch outta here, man)
  (Her hands is all white and shit, looking all crazy)
  Fingerprints all over the refrigerator
  Yo, girl, chill chill, come on, man
  Just give me papi number, man, for real, man, you playing
  [Raekwon:]
  I'm on the crisp blue yacht, with my hand on the twat
  With a Commodore CD, a bottle of stock
  On a green rug, GG's on it, a mean snub
  Bad little Asian, named Asia, my love
  Had connects, plus fame favorite flick, Black Rain
  Pinky finger rocked up, giving me brain
  Like Grizelda's little flame, ran with her for forty months
  Came home, her estate was insane
  Vuitton toilet paper, Polo walls, Jimmy Choo
  Pots and pans, this broad had a horse
  Cash it in, yo, Masta, live with me, take it all
  You can have whatever, five hundred leathers
  Bruno Mag' sweaters, Gucci rain boots
  Brook Brothers, New Eras, jew killers
  New line sponsored by fellas, catch 'em in the hall balling
  I thought about it, whatever
  [Chorus: Raekwon (sample)]
  (Walk with me) Relax and get your facts right
  (Walk with me) You know we only getting cash in the fast life
  (Walk with me) Living, giving my all, I give it back, right
  (Walk with me) We die, we die together, this the last night
  [Raekwon:]
  CNN watching, ESPN friend
  Coat shopping, lochness, smothered up, god damn
  Boo living it good, Aspen, the color of wood
  On the outside, vibe is good
  Knowing I'm hood, I should, escape project life
  Run with my rifle, live in the woods
  Grow a rugged beard, and chill, poppa real
  Poppa eat, poppa a rolling stone, for real
  This the deal, chill, this how we live in the Hill
  Kill a nigga for me, kill or be killed
  Share that money and still, when it's time to reveal
  You never met me, but respect me, you will
  Dinosaur wheels we peel, skated with the fly seals
  She broke out, died in Brazil
  Met her younger cousin Nil', you looking for birds, right?
  Yeah, my cousin said you real, you gotta
  [Chorus]
  [Raekwon:]
  Oh shit, gold slagger in the gold dagger in a gold Acura
  A gold Phantom pulled up, yo, go backwards
  They had a package on 'em, hold half a bit, it's half rough
  But still, I got me forty traffickers
  Riding through Manhattan tough, got my mavericks up
  We on, rolling thirty deep in the gadget trucks
  Spending magic bucks, fuck around, get an Aston truck
  Fly around, fucking actress sluts
  We been clashing with the masses, what
  Put the gasses up, flame 'em out his lab, splash him up
  That's how we get it on, that's what's up
  Don't ever wrassle us, you might get shackled in your castle, what
  Play with the boys, that's the stuff
  I'm talking bout, niggas they die, faster than a pastor fuck
  Seeing 'em mourn me, flash a buck
  Pull a bulb out, like Con Ed, keep it on a massive hush
  [Chorus]
  [Outro: Raekwon]
  Come on, man, word up, let 'em talk
  Put this bag out, and after that, take it to heed
  Man, I see you in a minute, chill
  You got to lay on the other side of the fucking wall for you
  Word up, this the nigga face, man, I only got four million, man
  Straight up, last thing I heard, the nigga grandmother was in Argentina
  I want her too, for real, for real, we ain't playing no games, man
  The nigga like to shop and floor shine
  He stay on 44th, catch the nigga by Delancey, too
  For real, I got his baby pictures and everything
  Word up, his cousin, his cousin is a security guard at Barnes/Nobles
  For real, his little nephew, his little nephew work in the
  Muthafucking fish store
  Up in, 138th and Harlem, man...
  This all the money for today, man
  A lot of paper came in today, a lot of Franklins
  Bring the other bag, son, yeah, hold it, huh