Текст песни Raekwon the Chef f Ghostface Killer - Only Built 4 Cuban Linx...
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Intro: Raekwon, GhostSo that`s it kid, youknowhatI`msayin? Right here, lights outYo yo hold up let me talk to this catYo kid, whattup Starks, whattup? Ay ay, whassup? Whassup baby?Ay yo yo yo kid, ay yo yoI just seen this kid over there over there, right over therewhile you`re, while you`re filmin that shitI know he ain`t down with your team Who?Don`t know, some sk-skinny lookin, big-head nigga, youknowhatI`msayin? That nigga ain`t fuckin with heads thoughYO SON, I just seen five fiends around a nigga Son Fuck, we gotta, we gotta goC`mon fuckit, let`s go over there, I`ma show this nigga rightHold up wait up wait up, jiggy comin Three deep niggazFuck Think niggaz don`t know what the fuck`s goin onCome on, come on, right over here Right onThere they go, right thereThat`s them right there kid That cat?Word up Aiyyo kid? You`re right behind him What the fuck is you doin man huh? Huh? [The fuck you talkin to?]Talkin to you man! Talkin to you what? [You ain`t talkin to me]What the fuck you talkin about? Yo, open your hand man, what the fuck is that in your hand man? [What? Huh?]*fight ensues* *smack* What the fuck, the fuck I say?Aiyyo c`mere! C`mere!Motherfu...C`mere Yeah it`s my shit, my shitGet up Yo grab that nigga, grab him*gun fires*Yo shit! *gun fires* Move Son! Move! *gun fires repeatedly* Move move!Go ahead! Get him! Ohh shit! Ohh shit, ohh shit, yo Yo man, yo Son I`m hit Man Son, I`m hitYo Son? Son I`m hitDamn Son, you bleedin Son, bad Son Aiyyo grab this grab this take this take this Take this take this, I`ma go over to God`s house `fore the cops comeI`ma throw this shit away man Go ahead Son, go ahead Son, just go ahead Man fuck that, man seventeen SonYo Son Get the fuck outta here manDamn Son Go ahead man, I`m dying go aheadHold that shit Son Yo, go ahead go ahead, nigga try to assassinate me man...Intro: Raekwon the ChefIt`s the remix SonCan it be, act like you knowCheck itVerse One: Ghostface KillerYo, check what happened out of stateI`m knocking off a half-a-cake Cash Rule, flying at a fast rateI smoke the black dust kept my hands clutched, I`m fallin in lustSpore plush I played my hand like a royal flushBaggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty womanI put it in him, shot up in him, deadly venomI hung around the big time bossesIllegal force exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sourcesSpades tried to bag me, like Cagney, and LaceyChef had that bitch Stacey slippin in Macy`sI dose off, catch a flashback on how I got trappedand got licked like Papsy in a mob flick I got hit Stumblin holdin my neck to the God`s restOpened flesh burgundy blood colored my GuessEmergency trauma, black teen headed for surgeryCan it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?I should`ve stayed in Job Corp, but now I`m a outlawRay Cartegna, carry a fo`-fo` niggaChorus:{Can it be that it was all so simple then?}Dedicated to the Gods and EarthsDedicated to babies who came feet first