Raekwon Lyrics (Only Built 4 A Cuban Linx)

Intro: Ghostface Killer Tommy Hil' rockin ice niggaz Tommy Hil' ice rockin niggaz who fuck... Mira, afrente Take a one on one to this shit y'all (yeah) Get your nostrils clear (yeah) Come on, sniff your brains out All my Al Capone, Al Pacino niggaz (yeah) Who's down with drug smuggling Cappadonna, Golden Arms Verse One: Ghostface Killer Yo, yo Take out the rap kingpin, the black Jesus I know a few niggaz sniff coke, it cause seizures Peace to half-moon Caesars and all the bitches in the bleachers Hot weather, sex on the beaches Jury shopping out of the country Deluxe luxury, people saying dem not change Look, truckle me But what about the Wonder Woman bracelet Two-oh point three diamond cut engraved rubies Kid I laced it My sweet tooth gotta nigga throbbin, ready for robbin But first hit Maria's, for a butter almond The bionic microphone is stacked mechanic Move like a bunch of Mexicans with bandanas Son, it's on so we can just Maximillion I got the spot sewn, so we can make a billion The God's tropical Ladies call me black fruit punch Rainbow, flavored niggas murder niggas for lunch Peace to the Paris crew in the avenue, and my nigga Jay Love Who carries switch blades on the red roof Verse Two: Cappadonna Yo, the first branch, the third leaf, whoever want it got beef I politic, show love, crush those who dare creep Into my realm of sunshine I praise divine Fine line between dawn of dumb, deaf and blind He ain't mine, he shook like the faggots on daytime Crossed over grain while we was bubblin moonshine Sippin on the Moet, laid up, Rae-Gambino Mastermind the plan, Tony Starks, Cappachino Develop while your head be swellin up all for the nation Blinded by the ice while I release the confrontation Donna holy fat bads of weed, ravioli Pasta, Bodyguard the killa bee songs like Kevin Costner Infrared all inside your bumba rasta Cappadonna pimped the derby like the mobster Interlude: Ghostface Yeah, yeah Eight spaghetti lame brain ass niggaz Quarters, nickels, and dimes bitch Except for overtime nigga Any ass money should be fine Cause I'm coming strong, reaking niggas backs Keepin shit real If you haven't noticed this crazy ass rusty, ass nigga Let me tell you this four times Tony Starks, Raekwon the chef Cappachino and Golden Arms Is comin through mad strong From the isles of Shaolin For all them faggot ass Rusty ticket-head bitches too Shump shump baby Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef Yo back in the days, baggin crack, scrapin plates Flippin cakes to them heavy head niggaz hatin Jakes It be us, all the war's soldiers, hangin in halls gettin over City niggaz who for blood money rockin Rovers Stay dipped, don't have no money in your pocket In the streets while these people mark money in their Jeep Crack bums watch your back for jumps Caught before a fake twenty dollar bill Get em son, we ain't the one Politickin, purse vickin, sick of these Dominicans Eatin good, had to shoot my way up out of Bennigans That's life, to top it all off, beef for white pullin bleach out tryin to throw it in my eyesight Yo what the fuck was on yo mind?

Intro: And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get Tony Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America Who wants to kill him? No information, say yes or no One point five million Alright, you get what you want -- money's no object They're all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable And there are explosive head bullets, in the clip [Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)] Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here come the cop man Yo Starks come here, come here Sun Come here for a minute! Aiyyo aiyyo hold up hold up Shit we gotta go to the store for more baking soda Yo yo yo get your fuckin, yo this made of glass nig! Get your big Adidas off my moms table man! Get the fuck off it man. Yo just chill man, pass the Cristal man. Niggaz is greedy man, damn. Big ass shits. Yo man you ain't smoking none of that weed in here man. Chill man. Bobby Steels Somebody go to the store man Sup kid? Get that baking soda. (Yo!) Let's cut the pie five ways (Noodles) We came off with two mil kid Fast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt coming through) La cosa nostra (Johnny Blaze!) (Lou Diamonds!) Represent kid. (Tony Starks) Universal frontier (Original blood claat bad bwoys) Chorus: Method Man Who come to get you? None. They want guns! I be the first to set off shit, last to run Wu roll together as one I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one Verse One: Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze Check it Scriptures hit the body like sawed off shotties Like my hair notty and my nosepiece snotty Fuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real Ain't nuttin fraudulent here, we pioneer Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah Thirty-six chambers of fear, huh, you lost it Information leakin out your faucets, hmmmmm Time to forfeit your crown and leave the ground There's a new sheriff in town holdin it down It's the two holster, shit shot smoker Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster Wild in the West, a student of my culture And life is the test, hold up Let a nigga catch his breath, we still payin dues And the last one is death, back to the essence With that shit you stressin, this rap profession Now peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin Isle plus my style, Criminology pays The last times and days, Johnny fuckin Blaze Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou Diamonds This goes for niggaz who know Wu will grow like llello, ley no Plus coolin in Barbados Ricaans be givin me much shit, the dutch shit Stay cool papi, seize it with enough shit Back at the lab a, crack's bagged up Yo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if they hafta Senoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin guards margaritas Suckin his dick, up in the whip long Designed for rhyme prime nigga jail time jiggas Them niggaz up in Height figures bitin niggaz Silks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain yeah Jakes beware black rap millionaires Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin this year One eight hundred gambino niggaz yeah [Meth] Wu roll together as one I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one Verse Three: RZA, a.k.a. Bobby Steels Solid gold crown is shinin Solid gold, check it Sun yo Solid gold crown be shinin and blindin like some diamonds I be pioneerin the style in the cloud with silver linings Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected The heart the rib cage the chest and solar plexus Castin stones, crackin two-hundred and six bones And watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone How dare you approach it with dim pones The overfiend like noah bean green souls with a soldier mean The grand exquisite imperial wizard oh is it The Ryzarector come to pay your ass a visit Local bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general Lickin shots to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial Happen millenium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin goes up your adrenalin son it's time for boutin It's a mileage resemblin niggaz who like followin Trapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle Verse Four: Master Killer God steppin forth upon holy down of the track It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack So I decided to bite down on the mic So the pain of the track won't deny the fact That I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an expert That hurts the individual who tries to visual-ize under Cuz I strike, like thunder Niggaz couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable My wisdom fucks up your respiratorial Systems are fractured by the killa tactics Style is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged Enter the entity, my vicinity Is three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity Represent the school of hard knocks and glocks my Clan is hoss and got mad moss for blocks so Feel the force of impact from the iron side of The gat as I attack the track From the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome Watch a nigga get blown out his muthafuckin dome piece, deceased, laid to rest Chorus Verse Five: Ghostface Killer, a.k.a. Tony Starks Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room Holdin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom Full moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath Sold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef So step back, to the lab at, high velocity My teammate, enhance cells well like a pharmacy Fuck horado pablos plan growas bravo Goodfellas we know, best sellas become novels The man rockin head bands, silk scarves and jams Early 80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams The laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's Remember them kids that came off with 8 million Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavillions Them flower heads must have been stupid Tell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid That's jet money, undaground money Submarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies Cosa cosa, come on...

[originally featured on the Fresh soundtrack] Intro: Raekwon, Ghostface Yo what what, yo Exotic type shit Ninety-four, we must go to war fast With the pen and the pad God damn, shine like gold rims on Pathfinders Wu-Tang reclines, lamps, for the nine-squares kid Money clothes designer hoes and shows y'all Lyrics: Raekwon, Ghostface Yo, yo, wakin up about ten kid Jumpin in the shower, peace about to make moves and slide like greese What? I'm all about Tecs and checks and nuff respect you front I'm slammin you like the Lex So now I'm out in the ninety-five Rockin that real nigga don't die Guess down Drawers Kani! But yo I'm makin a pit stop Go and buy a box of glocks, til he rolled up and yo Whattup Hobbes? Yo, remember that kid that we vicked He made a half of mil for real He brought about fo' bricks Yo, so now we connect doors, meet me at the airport TELL GOLDEN ARMS MAINTAIN THE FORT Get in touch with that West coast Cali crab you stabbed And meet me at the bitch lab So word up kid, we slid like a fat four to twelve bid and shit Couldn't even rest, I need the vic And when I slept, I dream G's, Son I need some Keys roll self, call up Son I heard Pook and Tyriq caught a beef over some real shit A fake nigga faked and they killed his click Gimme a minute and I'm with it Yo niggaz done did it Rock your vest Keep your whip tinted So now we see him up in BoJangles Stranglin a forty ounce, with ten G's worth of gold bangles Diamonds, what, all up in his face With his man's mace, medallions the size of dinner plates Yo, he knew we knew him so we blew him Took thirty G's worth of jewels of that nigga DO HIM! So now I'm lampin in my man's Land Streets is hot like sand Jesus rollin in my right hand Yup, you know the steezo black Got to go down like that Shallah Cigars AND BALL HATS Outro: Ninety-four, takin niggaz to war, yo, yo What do you believe in? Heaven or hell? You don't beleive in heaven cause we're livin in hell (repeat 2X) So it's your life *we're livin in hell, we're livin in hellllllll* What a chamber, fuckin with mad strangers Yeah, you know how it runs baby, straight up yo Money clothes, designer hoes and shows y'all That's how it goes Whatever What do you believe in? Heaven or hell? You don't believe in heaven cause we're livin in hell 31st chamber y'all So it's your life (What do you believe in? Heaven or hell?) Niggaz ain't even know Son, only half is sewed cash (You don't believe in heaven cause we're livin in hell) They haven't yet sold their weight (What do you believe in? Heaven or hell?) Question, shit is real, youknowhatI'msayin (You don't believe...) Niggaz think it's all about a real live Allah A little hundred dollars and that make you a man KnowhatI'msayin? You ain't even promised tomorrow Son, word up Niggaz don't understand how life can be so short Come so fast With the blinkin of eye, blinkin of eye you're gone baby Straight up, knowhatI'msayin, get turned to dust Return to the casket That ass is out Son, word up Word up, get evaporated, straight up Word up Lose all your strength nigga Crazy dedication shout out to the memory of Two Cent Jason Heartbroken, we soakin wet though Keepin it real for my peopls Yeah, yo And my physical brother DeVon, you're still in here baby Because you're in my arms nigga, word up I never let you go baby YouknowhatI'msayin? You my life charm, word up For real Keep shinin Real for keepin it real, shout out to major niggaz Big Kawai, Jess, Hell in the computer system The RZA, who slams fat discs for the ninety-four Word up, RZA, he's my nigga baby Yeah, eatin dinner with the big boys now YaknowhatI'msayin? Word up, Big Booth represent the Q Knowhowedo, lamp, get that power-u, type, things on float GZA, word up, Master Killer The don of the Clan, Method Man, Inspector Deck Dirty Bastard U-God, word up baby Keep it real Son Keep packin them guns Word up