Raekwon The Chef

Raekwon The Chef - Nasty Immigrants lyrics

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Intro: Raekwon
 Yeah yeah  that's us
 Hit me hit me hit me  I ain't got nothin to do with none of that
 Besides  whatever
 Louis Rich Diamonds (yeah)
 12 O'Clock  Gambinos
 Those crazy boneyard boys is back once again

 Verse One: 12 O'Clock

 It's nine six I'ma bang you with some hits
 In two thousand six I got my son makin hits
 A nine to five it's a job to survive
 F--k the lies and connives and all them company bribes
 I'm Family Ties for my seeds I'd die
 I want the whole f--kin pie save them slice for eighty-fives
 And besides, see I never had a million
 Got beefs that got millions and in buy-outs worth billions
 Knotty n-gga with a plan platinum jam
 Found a million fans in the Lexus to the Lands
 So whose the cat in the comfy black Ac?
 As a matter of fact, I sick/six fingers I'm from fat
 My projects be the livest that it gets
 Watch me ---- back Tex and do murders in the backsteps
 I want that b---h with a Lex, a house out in New Mex
 She disrespect, she buys a Rolex
 12 O'Clock sells you stock business
 Drive in Benzes, see my dog were tremendous
 In case I didn't mention
 I'm killin your whole startin team and all them n----z on the benches
 So please play your distance
 I'm givin a sentence that pull more pain than a dentist
 Most def, I'm professional
 Twenty G's a show, Germany to Tokyo
 Show me lies, suck my beach
 I got fans in Puerto Rico that love what I throw

 Chorus: Raekwon

 Introducing these nasty immigrants
 Who want to flinch, move on him he got bank like Merill/Lynch
 Styles recorded like a porcelain swordsman
 So let RaZAh rip across your face, you're frosting

 Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef

 Push this s--t out like nine months
 Rock Swahali and suede fronts, get paid from n----z
 lifestyle, like a knife in a child
 Mail the brick out, Israel, mistrial, blowin like fish scale
 Wu, dominate s--t majorly, flavorly
 Jubilant cats they keep pagin me
 Peace what's the signs ock?
 Fruit of life like the apricot
 Cocktails tossin em at cops on blocks
 Park Hillian, drug hillbillies made billions
 Get a gun, kidnap, eight nine Jimmyians
 Yo, he had about this amount in his Swiss account
 Gunnin this out we reminesces on this b---h's house
 Back in time, was a bad fiend
 Now I flex mad green get cream seven-fifty n----l gleam
 Say hi to chocolate t--i f----d lives
 Stop and analyze in eighty-five Hawaiian c--e flex three lives
 Caesar Halfmoon, pardon my scalp
 Buildin and breathin
 You front I'll leave your ass bleedin and sweetened

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Language: English

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