Raekwon - Verbal Intercourse Lyrics

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Rae No tricks, no tricks baby

Nas Yeah, aiyyo Rae

Ghf Check it out y'all

Nas It's the science

Ghf Fly wonderful

Rae Yeah y'all

Nas Tony Starks and umm Lex Diamonds

Ghf Tony Starks, my nigga Nas

Rae Strength my whole team is eatin off this type of shit

Nas For all the fake niggaz out there, yaknahmean

Ghf Word up

Rae Good shit, nigga next time, no more whatever shit

Nas Fakes be celebratin but they be mistaken

Ghf Word to the wise

Rae Keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front pocket

Ghf All types of shit, yo son

Rae Rock it, RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet

Nas Tell em it's on right?

Ghf Show those crabs how to rhyme

Rae RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet

Ghf It's only like five percent out of a hundred

Rae RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet

Ghf Do it to em baby

 

Verse One: Nas

Thru tha lights, cam'ras, n action, glama glittas in gold.

I unfold, tha scroll. Plant seeds ta stampede tha globe.

When I'm deceased, by then tha beasta rise like yeast

Ta conquer peace, leavin savages ta roam in tha streets.

Live on tha run; police payin me ta give in my gun.

Trick my wisdom, wit tha system that imprisoned my son.

Smoke a gold leaf. I hold heat, nonchalantly.

I'm raunchy, but things I do is real. It never haunts me,

While, funny style niggaz roll in tha pile.

Roosta heads profile on a bus ta Riker's Isle,

Holdin weed inside they pussy wit they minds

On tha pretty things in life. Props is a true thugs wife.

It's like a cycle; niggaz come home, some'll go in,

Do a bullet, come back, do tha same shit again.

From tha womb to tha tomb, presume tha unpredictable.

Guns salute life, rapidly, that's tha ritual.

 

Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef

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 building, like little children starin

Them older niggaz aint 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 Woolworth's

In the projects, richest niggaz rockin all the real worth

Police questioning, rooftop cats invested in

Tradin in they Lexus' GS's sendin messages

Two and two makes four, Cristal's crazily pour

Gun wars my crew phantom like swords

 

Verse Three: Ghostface Killer

With the green leathers, hunded pound snakes and cakes

Fiends found in lakes, jeolously 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 making 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 looking 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, of 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 vestes out of phone books

Infirmary niggas are screaming, I got drugs!

Sharpen toothbrushes 190 mixed with baby oil and shit

Your man's in the kitchen stashing 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

 

Rae Strength my whole team is eatin off this type of shit

Ghf Word up, throw your hands up

Rae Good shit, nigga next time, no more whatever shit

Ghf Cock back the Mac an say whatever

Rae Keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front pocket

Ghf Your Hawaiian's stale, exoticness, fly shit

Rae RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet

Ghf Floatin on in nine-five in the basement

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Raekwon - Casablanca Lyrics

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Conversation:

 

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..

 

Verse 1:

 

Aiyyo,

It's all elegance

He spoke third power style high intelligence

A young man handle the game like Merill Lynch

3 a.m. breathing, leaning in gates

I mean creaming,

Selling these cakes in slabs like Lanolakes

Fiends beaming, steaming

Associated wit' names and demons

All apparant 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 flavours yo,

Buy your neighbour off underwater vault

Then I met him, Colombian name Flako

Had the whole block locked selling tons in Morocco

Wristwatch Fachera Costanti, nigga dead up

Sniff the rawest mist mixed wit 7up

Had a black wiz spoke German

Higher learning burning

Ask Vernon got a bed set bought a black jet

Bitch large percentage on her rich motor lodge

Lost her arm, shot wid a AK up in the south

Paramedics rocked her,

Said she had connections out Anartica

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 dying 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 going slower,

Nope not time to motor

He estimated over me not being a crook

Count it over

Yo only on the strength of my man

We ain't hit him wid 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 smiling and speaking on Valen

Yo 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, lets 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

 

(Repeat x3)

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Raekwon - Knuckleheadz Lyrics

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Intro:

 

Raekwon

One for you, one for me

Two for you, one-two for me

Three for you...

Ghostface

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

Raekwon So yo matter of fact, the man is back

Ghostface Think my head is madder than fuckin fire

Raekwon Shit aight, this ain't even enough burn right here

This ain't enough

Ghostface Fuck it man

Raekwon We gonna shoot right over there

And yo them niggaz got the big CREAM over there

So just chill

Ghostface 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

Raekwon On the real let's go get this money fast Son

I know how we gotta do this kid

*shots fire*

Ghostface Scrungy-head motherfucker

 

Verse One: Raekwon the Chef

 

Lay on the crime scene, sippin fine wines

Pullin nines on, UFO's, takin they fly clothe 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

Amarett-ahs, 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

Off 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 Verrazano

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

Ghostface Sniff mad shit man, what the fuck

*car peels and crashes*

 

Verse Two: Ghostface Killer

 

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

At full blast

...

Then skate to the next gate further upstate

I heard they got crazy weight, bagged up by the kegs 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 fake, 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 Rae and Ghostface

Congratulations Chef, let's celebrate and sip an eighth

 

Verse Three: U-God

 

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 throne, war tones, raw tones

Blowin out the door bones but your rap's fraudulent

Plug 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 of the iron horse

 

Yo man, knahmsayin? Fuck it man

*car squeels and crashes twice*

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Raekwon - Incarcerated Scarfaces Lyrics

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Intro: LP Version

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

 

Raekwon the Chef

Knock niggaz out the box all the time

Bitches on my motherfuckin 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 kinetic Kid

 

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 chicks be burnin like chlorine

Niggaz recognize from here to Baltimore to Fort Greene

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

Wit 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 RapPage

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!

 

... incarcerated scarfaces

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