Текст песни Raekwon f Havoc - King of Kings
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[Intro: Havoc (Raekwon)]Let`s go (Yeah, nigga)Good lookin` Rae that`s what I`m talkin` `bout(It`s all good don`t worry about it)You feel what I`m sayin`? (Don`t worry about it)Yeah (Word up, let`s go)You know how we gotta come at this niggas, manYeah.. come on.. yo.[Havoc]Stuck, y`all like gum underneath my kicksBetter move little fucks when the heat I`ll spitThe hammer clap like the ass on a meat-out chickDump clips like a trifflin` ass bitch to dropIf you short you`re a chance in the boxBut I ain`t lettin` you play with the guns in the club, I`m boothin` the oxGot my eyes on the ho`s and I`m a peripheralGot you cowards poppin` that Moe`, my hand on the `istolWild out, have a ball, you could drink `til you `urlThought the Firewater was strong, the pound`ll leave you curledon the floor, like a new born baby, GodWhat you mean "Is he dead?", what type of shit is leakin` out of his head?When you cowards see the drama and it come to a headI`m hittin` Rae up on the jacket, it ain`t much to be saidIf it`s on, go without sayin` somethin`, deliverin`Visa verca, this is Havoc, baby, we those niggas (we those niggas)[Chorus 2X: Raekwon]All that money is us, now what`s fuckin` wit` us?Eh yo all around hungry, that`s us and can`t get nothin` get itEh yo all that money, all them niggasAll them shorties, everybody yell "All lovely"[Raekwon]I chop meat out ya face, Daddy, gladlyMad breeze on, rubberband currency and I splash ya visaYou know the code, yo caesar low straddlersFront Streets, cracks all in the front seat spazzin`Imperial wizards, StatenKnife game off the chain and I`m with four hundred with wagons yoLive wires, shoot darts for breadAny map, I assist that, I`m holdin` it, all niggas deadWhat? Battle for cake and fuck wizzesWe do it straight business, all mount ride, ain`t no fake niggasReminisce, spit facesPissin` on the fake little swindler`s list, Rae gave them niggas cakeBattle the gun, you`re wildin`I might levitatate well, I might take ya shit, push up, stylin` itOxes, reefers, police need usThe regime of Shaolin with Queens re-upFuckin` with the poisonous handRemember y`all, no commercial, I hurt you, yo go get ya mans[Chorus 2X][Raekwon]Eh yo select me, Gucci sneaker recipeNot the S dot Carters, no disrespect but respect meOne of the top five gangstas aliveMy element is just the Elliott Ness, niggas who hideYo I ran from some niggas that was policeThese niggas heard about me bringin` marked money in, I had the whole EastI`ve been the greatest, been flippin` the latestSomethin` like the new haggler on the Ave., ham it up, pullin` hazeAnd all the young niggas praise meIt`s like the talent of the Six Million Dollar Man, `yana paceCome on, banana squeeze, aim at these CaravansHeard he had his man and that ugly Keish`Comin` from a galaxy of hood, hard real people gettin` ki`sFuck wit` the media, it`s all good[Chorus 2X]