[Raekwon] Back with another one, this hip hop shit aināt over The Wu brought it back I told you Chef shit is hard
The hip hop critics is dick heads Theyād rather see Shallah in the yard Writing rhymes thatās soft as cotton We can never ever see that The nigga flow grows is poppin First verse Iāll be ready to get clowns Catch em in hallways, the worst look get laid down And I rhyme for shooters and boosters Get money churchmen All those respect my Wu shit Regardless if you see me on TV in 3d and HD Ima stay safe in Rae beats This time Iām a bastard swordsmen Who put in that work, real quick then Iām repping to Boston Donāt try to get in my way Any rapper any herb Iāmma blow you like herbs and lick
[Eyes-Low] Fuck a cell phone plan With a ring I get $100 Five dubs in a whip on my way to holler Yeah I do credits but not the type you get in college My niggas gettinā 4 Benzes, so we rip impalas Tints on the windows, lookinā like the Ds Got the dope boys nervous when they see me in the street Fuck the hollering on wax, you can see me if itās beef Hollywood will load the gat and put the BBs in his fleece Iām a preacher with the peace I used to sell X on the west coast Now I get it cheaper on the east
Iāve been around the world like Lisa Stansbury TV with the goosenecks, goosenecks with the cranberry Got the Clan ready with the 10 Chevy Keep my grams heavy Slap a bitch ass, doggy style, like my handās heavy G up in my swag Tough talkāll get your man buried Blow the last dragon, part two Nigga, fists of fury
[Bad Luck] I could care less if youāre well know shooters 100 guns, 100 clips, but you still canāt move Itās been a while since you heard a nice nigga from BK Representinā the village
Known for lettinā this heat spray First grip we flipped took like a weekend, three days Whole team runninā āround the Ps with AKs 9 different types of drugs, slippināem 5 ways Gettinā rid of a brick in less than five days I pop your head off, leave your brains on the sidewalk My 40 cal, a rearrange to your sidetalk? Where I go, my team, they gonna follow Top Model hoes, with no game, they gonna swallow Got a lotta foes, thatās why my aim be on hollow Die before I let you violate, nigga, live by the motto Pimpinā through lanes, poppinā ? At this rate, Iām gonna miss it I might not witness tomorrow
You say you gangsta? Yeah Iām a gangsta You pop that thang? yeah I pop that thang Your clip on empty? My clip on empty Your clique gon bang? Yeah my clique gon bang
[Method Man] Look, I hit a weed spot Bypass niggas with broke guns and cheap shots Outlastinā niggas with no punch, yāall eat cock Get too cocky, the heat cock You wanna walk a mile in my shoes, you need socks You need not call out a G, cause heās not They playinā with a pussy, Iāmma show āem the G spot This dudeās a meth head, Iāll show him the detox
Lookinā Johnny with his old ass Iām still schoolinā the whole class The kids in the hall, you get no pass Ice hit the eye like a cold flash Niggas hopinā I donāt spaz Speak for the have-nots and donāt-haves Fuck it, Iām thorough nigga Fuck they worlds Meth clutch the mic, bitch niggas clutch they pearls Tonight, I aināt feelinā no ice stares If you want it, Iām right here Staten Island and we donāt fight fair
[Cappadonna] As a young lil homie, I used to sell crack I used to run in the front of the building And come out the back
Lil homie on the block with the fly ass gear Me and my crew used to shop around Union Square Ay yo, I never knew I would become an MC Now everybody on the block be amazed at me Because I rock the mic most definitely Throw darts and I get fly on you, you know my steez Buy 25 high?, yo, I stay low key And if I have to pop something, yo, itās not my fault I aināt tell yāall niggas try to crack my vault Iām the new terrorist rapper, the main assault You ? on your back, elbow a nigga thought Through Wu-Tang lyrical kung-fu Death when you enter, all my nigga will hunt you Peace to the gods One, two, one, two
[Termanology] Million dollar voice box Itās your choice, Ox The face Ox cut off Like tank tops My motivation is money and mass murdering While you still provinā you nice in rap tournaments I be all smooth with the ice and mad burners And plottinā on takinā your life Look how I lure them in Get drunk, smoke ashes up out the urn again Axe murderinā journalist for the words they writ Mathematics crafted the beat, called ? to spit Cause I set fire to shit like a furnace lit I pack German clips, stash box in the whip
Four door Optimus Prime, Transformer shit Call the coroner, caskets for half price Bodies in the trunk, movinā through the Mass Pike Itās all now, cause in Law town We roll with premature babies We carry four pounds