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He looks determined without being ruthless |
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Something heroic in this man, there's a courage about him |
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Doesn't look like a killer |
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Comes across so calm, acts like he has a dream |
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Full of passion |
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You don't trust me huh? |
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Well you know why |
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I do, we're not supposed to trust anyone in our profession anyway |
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Intro Two: |
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Raekwon the |
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Chef Knock niggaz out the box all the time |
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Bitches on my motherfuckin records |
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Pah Big ones, yeah, big fuckers |
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Straight up, fuck your whole team |
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Yeah bust it |
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Yo, yo, fly |
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G.I. niggaz |
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Chorus: Raekwon the |
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Chef Now yo yo, whattup yo, time is runnin out |
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It's for real though, let's connect politic - ditto! |
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We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases |
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Word up, peace incarcerated scarfaces |
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Verse One: |
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Raekwon the |
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Chef Thug related style attract millions |
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Fans, they understand my plan |
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Who's the kid up in the green |
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Land? Me and the |
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RZA connect, blow a fuse, you lose |
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Half-ass crews get demolished and bruised |
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Fake be frontin, hourglass heads niggaz be wantin |
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Shuttin down your slot; time for pumpin |
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Poisonous sting which thumps up and act chumps |
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Raise a heavy generator |
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But yo, guess who's the black |
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Trump? Dough be flowin by the hour's |
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Wu, we got the collars, scholars |
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Word life, peace to power and my whole unit |
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Word up! Quick to set it, don't wet it |
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Real niggas lick shots, peace kinetic |
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Chorus Verse |
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Two: Raekwon the |
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Chef Chef'll shine like marble, rhyme remarkable |
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Real niggaz raise up, spend your money, argue |
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But this time is for the uninvited |
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Go head and rhyme to it, big nigga mics is gettin fired |
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Morphine chicks be burnin like chlorine |
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Niggaz recognize from here to |
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Baltimore to |
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Fort Greene |
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But hold up, |
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Moet be tastin like throw-up |
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My mob roll up, dripped to death whips rolled up |
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Ya never had no wins, slidin in these dens wit |
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Timbs Wit |
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Mac-10's and broke friends |
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Ya got guns, got guns too, what up son, do you wanna battle for cash and see who |
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Sun too? I probably wax, tax, smack rap niggaz who fax niggaz lyrics is wack nigga |
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Can't stand unofficial, wet tissue, blank bustin |
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Scud missles |
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You rollin like |
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Trump, you get your meat lumped |
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For real, it's just slang rap democracy |
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Here's the policy, slide off the ring, plus the |
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Wallabees |
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Check the status, soon to see me at |
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Caesar's Palace eatin salads |
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We beatin mics and the keys to |
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Dallas I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell |
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From where we at to my man's cell |
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From staircase to stage, minimun wage |
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But soon to get a article in |
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RapPage But all |
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I need is my house, my gat, my |
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Ac Bank account fat - it's goin' down like that |
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And pardon the |
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French but let me speak |
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Italian Black |
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Stallion, dwellin on |
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Shaolin That means the island of |
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Staten And niggaz carry gats and mad police from |
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Manhattan |
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Chorus Verse |
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Three: Raekwon the |
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Chef I do this for barber shop niggaz in the |
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Plaza Catchin asthma, |
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Rae is stickin gun-flashers |
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Well-dressed, skatin through the projects wit big ones |
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Broke elevators, turn the lights out, stick one upstairs, swithc like a chameleon |
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Hip Brazilians, pass the cash or leave your children |
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Leave the buildin |
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Niggas, yo they be foldin' like envelopes under pressure |
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Like Lou Farigno on coke |
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Yo, Africans denyin niggaz up in yellow cabs |
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Musty like funk, wavin they arms, the |
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Arabs Sit back, coolin like |
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Kahlua's on rocks |
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On the crack spots, rubberband wrapped on my knots |
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You bitches who fuck dreds on |
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Sudafeds Pussy's hurtin, they did it for a yard for the |
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Feds Word up cousin, nigga, |
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I seen it |
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Like a 27-inch |
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Zenith - believe it! |
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Chorus ...politic ditto ...get lifted in the staircases |
