Raekwon

Raekwon - Spot Rusherz lyrics

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 *sounds of the streetwu-tang st. ide's commercial is in the background*

(this is a best guess based on what's heard underneath rae's conversation)

[ghostface] who's the wallabe kiddress downcould never be son

Ricochet daily hit the deli for a cold one

May I be blessed yes?  my mic is like a laser beam

That blow between the bushesst. ide's and I the king of things

[cappadon] crack the bottle of the st. ide'ssippin it's real

And thrillin will idrink it and we only

Too be dopeyou can't diethem peoples do lie

And if the street don't knowyou're full of slang cane pain

[rza]    it was hoton the spotso I jetted up the block

I saidockI'm hotlet's go sit on the bay by the docks

Of the blackI'm fully packedalways got my trojan

Heads got bottles openfill my cup till flowin



*conversation*

All that good shit

Yeah

Knowhati'msayinyou come inyou come in lookin flavorful

Word

Youknowhatimean?  you the whole shit of the whole night

But I've seen it thoughknowhati'msayin?  like I seen it

You knowmy g is too futuristic for that shitknowhati'msayin? 

Worddid you try to get a little swerve kid on? 

Tried to manyouknowhati'msayinbut she was come pullin off

Word

Word? 

Just come pullin off her as her drawers

Worrrd

Fuck that bitch thoughknowhati'msayin?  shouldaon the real

Yo yo tonight feel like a nigga gonna get burnt

Yeah yeah

It's like you hear something tomorrow right

Some like yoblahzay blahe

It's the windI'm tellin you

Yeah yeah word

It's the airI can feel it

It feel hotit feel feel hot at night and shit like

The sun ain't even out

Yo the sun don't shine nobodyknowhati'msayin? 



Lyrics: raekwon



Yeah

One-twoone-twonigga

Line for lineline for line

How we get down wit da rhyme

Yoit be a line for lineline for line

This is how we get down

Yeahline for lineline 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 uppushed upman got mushed up

Seen him at a rap show actin like fat cat though

Glasses goldshinin like a real big boy

This nigga had mega ice on chips ahoy!

Cat surroundedthis political brown kid

All out the wind yomy man walked in

Pullin mints out son had mad clientele

Order me cristal twice kionchill!

Watch them niggazaiyyo 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 manthat's my man too

Call him up on the strength of the wu

And watch me gameyo grab the cell

I got a heist to pull off well

At the end of the weekI'm buyin you a l

Lexus niggaI ain't talkin bout hancock

No time for weed plus no time to get locked

That nightup in the staircase

Cousin had me laced outskeed all outta my face

We gon' get dat cruchy chump for all of his lump

Don't try to frontyou was sweatin this hilfidiger

Guess who walked in - abbott and his man from farragut

Confront him wit the ruger on his backwalk in black

Where's your manwhere's the sky blue land at? 

Stop playin wu in the backsmacked him wit the gat

(yomoney said he be here in fifteen!)

Stop lyinwait for the millenia green to pull up

He got the donna karen shit ontwo 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

Layintwo bottles of brass I was slayin

Meditatinred dot be waitin for my payment

Heard the key in the lockcocked the glock

Turn the lights outdip behind the couch

Kiongag his mouth

Infra-redded his head when he entered

But a soft perry ellis leather with dorinda

A friend ofkion's wifekenyathe bitch larger than life

Yoshorty be fuckin mad columbian niggaz

Fuck itget on the floor meet the black lex luthor

Stripped fastthe bitch had on claiborne drawers

Yo raeyou about to scrape herchill ghost

Thought for a secondturned around

Threw the nine in his meatloaf

Yowhere's the cash and the stash that's mixed? 

I don't know!

Shot his handhe started screamin like a bitch!                      
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