- Raekwon New Wu 歌詞
- Raekwon
- Uh-huh, what up son?
YeahMaintaining, maintaining, you know?
You good, right?
Everything proper, still, right?
Of course, come on, man, whats the matter wit you, man?
Aint nothing,
I just want us to be on[Chorus: Method Man]
Tell a friend, its that symbol again, that
WComing through, bust a shot on your block, give me a suu
Get it right, all my chicks hold ya tits, lets get it in
All my niggas take a toke off this weed, let it begin
Here we go, yo, yall already know what it do
Brand new, nigga, back from the slums, it be the
WuNow throw ya
Ws up, back from the slums, it be the
Wu[Raekwon]love to dress a lad, get rocked, hundred bags, black doorags
Ski masks is on, g-wagsdont try to take pictures, relax, still in the grass
Youll learn respect, burst when
I askRhyme master busy, wizzy on the subject
Love Deck, thug battle, drug vest, snub sets, iller than most
Night time toast, gorillas in boats, three votesvillains is killa, gangstas flip notes
Hibernation yo, switch up, liver nation, fly information
Vivid vacation, deliberation moments
Move like 91
Romans, cloning everything
Gents only, the rents on the stove,
Im in Rome
Maxed out,
Amex style, my team gram bandits
Make a move and get blown off the planet, baby
Hold that cannon, just understand we got the whole shit
Padlocked down, my niggas wont have it[Chorus][Ghostface Killah]
Aiyo, jumping out of
Benz wagons, my family live in the
HillThey call us
Bin Ladins, laughing, turbaned upfuck around get murdered up, these streets is like radio beef
So watch how the kid turn it up
Bulletproof tuxes, knuckle guage clobbering busters
Eighteen niggas, bringing the ruckus
Flame throwers on our backs and shoulders, the rusty joints still work
The trey eightll blow one in your douljah
When its mad heat im mad calm, walk around
Go collect, 36 , over
G bombMy inner strength flowing,
I mastered chi kung
Yall Planet of the
Apes, standing next to
King KongForensic files, ultraviolet hype, sky blue
BowelsLaying niggas like ceramic tile
Im like Urlacher, beasting at the top of the pilekneeing niggas in the nuts, goddamn damn
Im foul[Chorus][Method Man]
We blow money, got game, hungry, we pop thingslook bummy, grams in my pocket,
Chef cook for me
Blue Magic bundles,
Im dope, but on the humble
Im a good dude, dont short change me, see thats a hood rule
Beer drinkin,
Cuban Linking, new way of thinking
God me thinking meth, break the handcuffs, run out the precinct
This is hard body, hard knocks, if you pushing that hard rock
Then let these niggas know off top
We rock fitted, dropkick it,
I lived it if not quit it
I pitched it, my pops sniffed it, need business,
Im not finished
Im *sniff* too hot wit it, you bitching, the plot thicken
Im shitting the glock, spitting, if nigga dont stop snitching
Just what the block missing, the two-seater wit thetop missing
And two divs with the tops missing
Now that's living to me,
Im what these kids is killing to be
But I dont want my children to be
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