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Raekwon The Chef

Knowledge God

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Intro: Raekwon, Ghostface*sniff* *drumbeat* *long sniff*Plug, *sniff* word yo*snort* word yo, *s-snort* YouknowhatI`msayin?*sniff* You know, you know we had the baddest motherfuckin*long sniff* unit back in the days, kid! No doubt, no doubt, I know that Son, I know thatYou know that, you know what I`m sayin?I miss all my niggaz, though, believe meAnd I`ll never forget none of them Word up, word upStovetop, Roofside, you know what I`m sayinI had these motherfuckin, all these wild-ass niggaz manYou know what I`m sayin, LB? Yeah yeah yeah yeahShit is wild overall, youknowhatI`msayin God? Yeah yeah yeah yeahWord up, youknowhatI`msayin? You know how we do, word upSo you let my shit go on the count of three, thoughYouknowhatI`msayin?[Raekwon]Fake niggaz throw shit in they drinksClub nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and chinksWhile World of Sport niggaz snort coke by the secondsNiggaz projects filled with fiends injectinMorphine, the God seen more CREAM, and upstateCousin Reek, almost got hit with fourteenChill Pah, the God`ll be a Star when you come homeLight bones and let you rock my 3G stoneSo, see cousin, yo I was workin, cats I`m jerkinAnd uptown these niggaz actin like they hurtinKeys twenty-four a brickColumbians be on some bullshit, that`s why Poppy got hitStay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in JuneBy the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat`s roomSkeyed up, weed the fuck up, to top it offlook beat up, with two crack fiends huggin your seed upI took care of that, though, but don`t worry bout itI got your back thoughChorus: RaekwonYo why`s my niggas always yellin that broke shitLet`s get money Son, now you wanna smoke shitChill God, yo the Son don`t chill AllahWhat`s today`s mathematic Son? Knowledge God[Raekwon]Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in GravesmereHit a store owner named Mike LavoniaItaliano, slanted-eyed bangin them fat MilanoSelling coke right out the bottleSometime, a nigga brought nines to test with mindsCrazy peace, buying keys in GreeceWas a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope figuresCondo with his chick, rockin a gold VigorMafia flicks, tyin up tricks was his main hobbyTeachin his seed, Wu-Tang karateMixin drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minksNight time rollin with spicsExtra live, he claimed he couldn`t die, top rankTook sixteen shots in his fist to bankAnd his pet piranha, he named him marijuanaSmokin ganja, callin his weed paisandraClaimin New York was ancient BabylonWhere the sky stayed the color of grey, like her-onI can`t front though, truck loads of indoSoon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-hoeChorus 2X{*pause*}Chorus[Raekwon]Yeah uh huh, uh huh, Miami niggazWord up, show your loveYeah y`all, yeah y`all, yeahWord up, London, Europe, AfricaWord up, the fifty-two states, yeahCatch me later, word up, yeah, yeahAbout to make moves and slide like greaseMoves and slide like greaseMoves

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