Текст песни Raekwon The Chef - Wu-Gambinos, слова песни Raekwon The Chef

Текст песни Raekwon The Chef - Wu-Gambinos

Raekwon The Chef - Wu-Gambinos слова песни

Intro:And in our line of work, we need all the help we can getTony Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America Who wants to kill him?No information, say yes or no One point five millionAlright, you get what you want -- money`s no objectThey`re all clean, no serial numbers, untraceableAnd there are explosive head bullets, in the clip[Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)]Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here come the cop manYo Starks come here, come here SunCome here for a minute! Aiyyo aiyyo hold up hold up Shit we gotta go to the store for more baking soda Yo yo yo get your fuckin, yo this made of glass nig! Get your big Adidas off my moms table man! Get the fuck off it man.Yo just chill man, pass the Cristal man.Niggaz is greedy man, damn. Big ass shits.Yo man you ain`t smoking none of that weed in here man.Chill man.Bobby Steels Somebody go to the store manSup kid? Get that baking soda.(Yo!) Let`s cut the pie five ways(Noodles) We came off with two mil kidFast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt coming through)La cosa nostra (Johnny Blaze!) (Lou Diamonds!)Represent kid. (Tony Starks)Universal frontier (Original blood claat bad bwoys)Chorus: Method ManWho come to get you? None. They want guns!I be the first to set off shit, last to runWu roll together as oneI call my brother Sun cuz he shine like oneVerse One: Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny BlazeCheck itScriptures hit the body like sawed off shottiesLike my hair notty and my nosepiece snottyFuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probablyBurn like the deserts of Mogabi, for realAin`t nuttin fraudulent here, we pioneerCommandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu yeahThirty-six chambers of fear, huh, you lost itInformation leakin out your faucets, hmmmmmTime to forfeit your crown and leave the groundThere`s a new sheriff in town holdin it downIt`s the two holster, shit shot smokerWanted dead or alive, bounty on the posterWild in the West, a student of my cultureAnd life is the test, hold upLet a nigga catch his breath, we still payin duesAnd the last one is death, back to the essenceWith that shit you stressin, this rap professionNow peep Tical, the son of the ShaolinIsle plus my style, Criminology paysThe last times and days, Johnny fuckin BlazeVerse Two: Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou DiamondsThis goes for niggaz who knowWu will grow like llello, ley noPlus coolin in BarbadosRicaans be givin me much shit, the dutch shitStay cool papi, seize it with enough shitBack at the lab a, crack`s bagged upYo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if they haftaSenoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin guards margaritasSuckin his dick, up in the whip longDesigned for rhyme prime nigga jail time jiggasThem niggaz up in Height figures bitin niggazSilks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain yeahJakes beware black rap millionairesRock hairs leather goose bears blowin this yearOne eight hundred gambino niggaz yeah[Meth]Wu roll together as oneI call my brother Sun cuz he shine like oneVerse Three: RZA, a.k.a. Bobby SteelsSolid gold crown is shininSolid gold, check it Sun yoSolid gold crown be shinin and blindin like some diamondsI be pioneerin the style in the cloud with silver liningsDouble breasted, bullet proof vested, well protectedThe heart the rib cage the chest and solar plexusCastin stones, crackin two-hundred and six bonesAnd watch yo` ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstoneHow dare you approach it with dim ponesThe overfiend like noah bean green souls with a soldier meanThe grand exquisite imperial wizard oh is itThe Ryzarector come to pay your ass a visitLocal bio-chemical, universal giant, the black generalLickin shots to Davy Crockett on the bicentennialHappen millenium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillingoes up your adrenalin son it`s time for boutinIt`s a mileage resemblin niggaz who like followinTrapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottleVerse Four: Master KillerGod steppin forth upon holy down of the trackIt`s the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I`m under attackSo I decided to bite down on the micSo the pain of the track won`t deny the factThat I`m the Master, for what lurks, is an expert That hurts the individual who tries to visual-ize underCuz I strike, like thunderNiggaz couldn`t stand my heat, it`s unbearableMy wisdom fucks up your respiratorialSystems are fractured by the killa tacticsStyle is ragged and thoughts are mad jaggedEnter the entity, my vicinityIs three hundred and sixty degrees of humidityRepresent the school of hard knocks and glocks myClan is hoss and got mad moss for blocks soFeel the force of impact from the iron side ofThe gat as I attack the trackFrom the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the chromeWatch a nigga get blown out his muthafuckin domepiece, deceased, laid to restChorusVerse Five: Ghostface Killer, a.k.a. Tony StarksYo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me roomHoldin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broomFull moons make me howl like a wolf outta breathSold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on GefSo step back, to the lab at, high velocityMy teammate, enhance cells well like a pharmacyFuck horado pablos plan growas bravoGoodfellas we know, best sellas become novelsThe man rockin head bands, silk scarves and jamsEarly 80`s british rock, playboys, mocks, and shamsThe laser beam vocalist does well at symphoniesBad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany`sRemember them kids that came off with 8 millionRobbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavillionsThem flower heads must have been stupidTell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kidThat`s jet money, undaground moneySubmarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummiesCosa cosa, come on...

Raekwon The Chef

Wu-Gambinos

Текст песни Raekwon The Chef - Wu-Gambinos

Другие песни Raekwon The Chef:

Похожие артисты: