Raekwon
Raekwon - Knowledge God lyrics
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Intro: raekwonghostface *sniff* *drumbeat* *long sniff* Plug*sniff* word yo *snort* word yo*s-snort* youknowhati'msayin? *sniff* you knowyou know we had the baddest motherfuckin *long sniff* unit back in the dayskid! No doubtno doubtI know that sonI know that You know thatyou know what I'm sayin? I miss all my niggazthoughbelieve me And I'll never forget none of them Word upword up Stovetoproofsideyou know what I'm sayin I had these motherfuckinall these wild-ass niggaz man You know what I'm sayinlb? Yeah yeah yeah yeah Shit is wild overallyouknowhati'msayin god? Yeah yeah yeah yeah Word upyouknowhati'msayin? You know how we doword up So you let my shit go on the count of threethough Youknowhati'msayin? Verse one: raekwon Fake niggaz throw shit in they drinks Club nights we snatch linx politicafricans and chinks While world of sport niggaz snort coke by the seconds Niggaz projects filled with fiends injectin Morphinethe God seen more creamand upstate Cousin reekalmost got hit with fourteen Chill pahthe god'll be a star when you come home Light bones and let you rock my 3g stone Sosee cousinyo I was workincats I'm jerkin And uptown these niggaz actin like they hurtin Keys twenty-four a brick Columbians be on some bullshitthat's why poppy got hit Stay tunedword upI hope to see you in june By the wayI seen your bitchshe was up in this cat's room Skeyed upweed the fuck upto top it off Look beat upwith two crack fiends huggin your seed up I took care of thatthoughbut don't worry bout it I got your back though Chorus: raekwon Yo why's my niggas always yellin that broke shit Let's get money sonnow you wanna smoke shit Chill godyo the son don't chill allah What's today's mathematic son? knowledge god Verse two: raekwon Fly like cashmerelast yearmy team caught bodies in gravesmere Hit a store owner named mike lavonia Italianoslanted-eyed bangin them fat milano Selling coke right out the bottle Sometimea nigga brought nines to test with minds Crazy peacebuying keys in greece Was a rich niggapicture the nigga without dope figures Condo with his chickrockin the gold vigor Mafia flickstyin up tricks was his main hobby Teachin his seedwu-tang karate Mixin drinks in clubshairy chest with many minks Night time rollin with spics Extra livehe claimed he couldn't dietop rank Took sixteen shots in his fist to bank And his pet piranhahe named him marijuana Smokin ganjacallin his weed paisandra Claimin new york was ancient babylon Where the sky stayed the color of greylike her-on I can't front thoughtruck loads of indo Soon to blow slowhis ass is out nowtally-hoe Chorus 2x *pause* Chorus Outro: raekwon Yeah uh huhuh huhmiami niggaz Word upshow your love Yeah y'allyeah y'allyeah Word uplondoneuropeafrica Word upthe fifty-two statesyeah Catch me laterword upyeahyeah About to make moves and slide like grease Moves and slide like grease Moves