Текст песни Raekwon the Chef f Ghostface Killer, Cap - Only Built 4 Cuban Linx...
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Intro: Ghostface KillerTommy Hil` rockin ice niggazTommy Hil` ice rockin niggaz who fuck...Mira, afrenteTake a one on one to this shit y`all (yeah)Get your nostrils clear (yeah)Come on, sniff your brains outAll my Al Capone, Al Pacino niggaz (yeah)Who`s down with drug smugglingCappadonna, Golden ArmsVerse One: Ghostface KillerYo, yoTake out the rap kingpin, the black JesusI know a few niggaz sniff coke, it cause seizuresPeace to half-moon Caesarsand all the bitches in the bleachersHot weather, sex on the beachesJury shopping out of the countryDeluxe luxury, people saying dem not changeLook, truckle meBut what about the Wonder Woman braceletTwo-oh point three diamond cut engraved rubiesKid I laced itMy sweet tooth gotta nigga throbbin, ready for robbinBut first hit Maria`s, for a butter almondThe bionic microphone is stacked mechanicMove like a bunch of Mexicans with bandanasSon, it`s on so we can just MaximillionI got the spot sewn, so we can make a billionThe God`s tropicalLadies call me black fruit punchRainbow, flavored niggas murder niggas for lunchPeace to the Paris crew in the avenue, and my nigga Jay LoveWho carries switch blades on the red roofVerse Two: CappadonnaYo, the first branch, the third leaf, whoever want it got beefI politic, show love, crush those who dare creepInto my realm of sunshine I praise divineFine line between dawn of dumb, deaf and blindHe ain`t mine, he shook like the faggots on daytimeCrossed over grain while we was bubblin moonshineSippin on the Moet, laid up, Rae-GambinoMastermind the plan, Tony Starks, CappachinoDevelop while your head be swellin up all for the nationBlinded by the ice while I release the confrontationDonna holy fat bads of weed, ravioliPasta, Bodyguard the killa bee songs like Kevin CostnerInfrared all inside your bumba rastaCappadonna pimped the derby like the mobsterInterlude: GhostfaceYeah, yeahEight spaghetti lame brain ass niggazQuarters, nickels, and dimes bitchExcept for overtime niggaAny ass money should be fineCause I`m coming strong, reaking niggas backsKeepin shit realIf you haven`t noticed this crazy ass rusty, ass niggaLet me tell you this four timesTony Starks, Raekwon the chefCappachino and Golden ArmsIs comin through mad strongFrom the isles of ShaolinFor all them faggot assRusty ticket-head bitches tooShump shump babyVerse Three: Raekwon the ChefYo back in the days, baggin crack, scrapin platesFlippin cakes to them heavy head niggaz hatin JakesIt be us, all the war`s soldiers, hangin in halls gettin overCity niggaz who for blood money rockin RoversStay dipped, don`t have no money in your pocketIn the streets while these people mark money in their JeepCrack bums watch your back for jumpsCaught before a fake twenty dollar billGet em son, we ain`t the onePolitickin, purse vickin, sick of these DominicansEatin good, had to shoot my way up out of BennigansThat`s life, to top it all off, beef for whitepullin bleach out tryin to throw it in my eyesightYo what the fuck was on yo mind?