Raekwon
Raekwon - Spot Rusherz songtekst
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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!