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Raekwon The Chef

Black Harrison

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Текст песни Raekwon The Chef - Black Harrison

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[Intro: Raekwon]I really don`t need to be fuckin wit ya right nowI need to movin around in the air, circle ManhattanReal smooth[Raekwon]Here we go again son, black Harrison Ford on the runOne, beef in the field, it`s realHighly recommend shield, Lee rocks, still he rockGot the blue lazer, grill, like Martin Scorcese-ahJumpin outta limo`s, expos, black rentalsChasin niggas through the projects, polexMosien, 15 of us, five trucksCrazy deluxe, found what, honor nigga rightTailin us in boats and land, 40 calibur in my handMade the left... Lex famSho enough what, hummer craft lookin up, whatKid the chipped out flex now I`m stuckBounced on him, public announcements say they want himAny ideas? Where he at, cops want himChangin the gear the same foot wearRunnin like a crook, yea, no love hereFuck yea, we up thereHad a little drugs there, they was therePass it kid, Novacain caught a slug thereHad it mastered in fleis-school, nigga go whip a planeDrivin land, map shit out, go to night schoolBronze star, feelin who we areHalf animal, whole lotta love, black GodStandin front and center, from here to winterGrip the splinter, shoot it sideways, nozzle on, pip-itReady to hit somethin, pop shit wit somethinBlow blimps on the mad rubber grips, big lips on itRollin wit top rank medals, hands is like Greg NeddlesBright link, purple heart, swim bezzleHearin the horn of Josh, movin like the mossExecutive decision play largeCaught a blimp on the radar, screen him outFightin like like Julio Cazar, blaze yaMay day, may day, chasin me, CIA, KGB, FBI, DIA on they wayTrynna chase down the God, this Afro-African`ll lace ya[instrumental breakdown][Raekwon]Part two kid, establish brain power, true didYo it`s realer than a fuck now, ain`t stupidTrash, three hundred thousand in cash, guerilla mashBrass this gat, TNT niggas on my assPlay for real, Lex will, I suggest stillClear my own shit, let the press ill, let`s billMake it to the UN, doin bout a thousand in the blue EmFrogmen, repped out clueinLeft all the American Express cardsLeft the passports, time shit, shit up on in EscortBail `em, bustin his joint, Chief O`HearaThat old, Louis McDarren, see the waves through the mirrorSpot that, hop that, through the top backReady to lock somethin, down for the cause, stop thatYou play the king, I play the pawn, who the king of the SwarmYou wrong, where`s the evidence, watch the firearmWhere a tunnel of fans stand, I knew I had little bits of loveHopin it`ll be fair, he watch me, heavy roxy sceneHe clean though, American Cream Team let him leaveSee the moral of the story, feelin me likeMordon and Glory when they came for meHad fifty on the line, look at mine, all dressed downHandlin lines, know the time

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