Raekwon The Chef

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{*street noise and a St. Ide`s commercial play in the background*} (these raps are best guess based on what`s heard as Rae talks)[Ghost] Who`s the Wallabe kid, dressed down, could never be Son Ricochet daily hit the deli for a cold one May I be blessed yes? My rap is like a laser beam that blow between the bushes, St. Ide`s and I the king of tings[U-God] Crack the bottle of the St. Ide`s, sippin it`s real and thrillin will I, drink it and we only too be dope, you can`t die, them peoples do lie And if the street don`t know, you`re full of slang cane pain[RZA] It was hot, on the spot, so I jetted up the block I said, ock, I`m hot, let`s go sit on the bay by the docks of the black, I`m fully packed, always got my Trojan Heads got bottles open, fill my cup till flowin*conversation*All that good shit YeahKnowhatI`msayin, you come in, you come in lookin flavorful WordYouknowhatImean? You the whole shit of the whole night But I`ve seen it though, knowhatI`msayin? Like I seen it You know, my G is too futuristic for that shit, knowhatI`msayin?Word, did you try to get a little swerve kid on? Tried to man, youknowhatI`msayin, but she was come pullin off WordWord? Just come pullin off her as her drawersWorrrd Fuck that bitch though, knowhatI`msayin? Shoulda, on the real Yo yo tonight feel like a nigga gonna get burntYeah yeah It`s like you hear something tomorrow right Some like yo, blahzay blaheIt`s the wind, I`m tellin you Yeah yeah wordIt`s the air, I can feel it It feel hot, it feel feel hot at night and shit like the sun ain`t even out Yo the sun don`t shine nobody, knowhatI`msayin?[Lyrics: Raekwon the Chef]YeahOne-two, one-two, niggaLine for line, line for lineHow we get down wit da rhymeYo, it be a line for line, line for lineThis is how we get downYeah, line for line, line for lineThis is how we get downYo! Can you feel me?Storytellin rap Magellan I ain`t tellinThem niggaz ran in the spot for sellinWord up, pushed up, man got mushed upSeen him at a rap show actin like fat cat thoughGlasses gold, shinin like a real big boyThis nigga had mega ice on Chips Ahoy!Cat surrounded, this political brown kidAll out the wind yo, my man walked inPullin mints out son had mad clienteleOrder me Cristal twice Kion, chill!Watch them niggaz, aiyyo that clique`s from outta stateThey bubble weight in Far Rockaway with Blake CarringtonYou know the kid with the most doe-gettersAnd terrors on fat shit clique they rock Lo sweatersThat`s my man, that`s my man tooCall him up on the strength of the WuAnd watch me game, yo grab the cellI got a heist to pull off wellAt the end of the week, I`m buyin you a LLexus nigga, I ain`t talkin bout HancockNo time for weed plus no time to get lockedThat night, up in the staircaseCousin had me laced out, skeed all outta my faceWe gon` get dat cruchy chump for all of his lumpDon`t try to front, you was sweatin this HilfidigerGuess who walked in - Abbott and his man from FarragutConfront him wit the Ruger on his back, walk in blackWhere`s your man, where`s the sky blue Land at?Stop playin Wu in the back, smacked him wit the gat(Yo, money said he be here in fifteen!)Stop lyin, wait for the Millenia green to pull upHe got the Donna Karen shit on, two ringsSix carats a piece plus the chain swingLike anchors on ships flooded wit all diamond chipsBack pockets: two clips - four-fifths wit rubber gripsLayin, two bottles of brass I was slayinMeditatin, red dot be waitin for my paymentHeard the key in the lock, cocked the glockTurn the lights out, dip behind the couchKion, gag his mouthInfra-redded his head when he enteredBut a soft Perry Ellis leather with DorindaA friend of, Kion`s wife, Kenya, the bitch larger than lifeYo, shorty be fuckin mad Columbian niggazFuck it, get on the floor meet the black Lex LuthorStripped fast, the bitch had on Claiborne drawersYo Rae, you about to scrape her, chill GhostThought for a second, turned aroundThrew the nine in his meatloafYo, where`s the cash and the stash that`s mixed?I don`t know!Shot his hand, he started screamin like a bitch!

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