| 歌曲 | Can It Be All So Simple (Remix) |
| 歌手 | Raekwon |
| 专辑 | Only Built 4 Cuban Linx |
| So that's it kid, youknowhat | |
| I'msayin? | |
| Right here, lights out | |
| Yo yo hold up let me talk to this cat | |
| Yo kid, whattup | |
| Starks, whattup? | |
| Ay ay, whassup? | |
| Whassup baby? | |
| Ay yo yo yo kid, ay yo yo | |
| I just seen this kid over there over there, right over therewhile you're, while you're filmin that shit | |
| I know he ain't down with your team | |
| Who?Don't know, some sk-skinny lookin, big-head nigga, youknowhat | |
| I'msayin?That nigga ain't fuckin with heads though | |
| YO SON, I just seen five fiends around a nigga | |
| SonFuck, we gotta, we gotta go | |
| C'mon fuckit, let's go over there, | |
| I'ma show this nigga right | |
| Hold up wait up wait up, jiggy comin | |
| Three deep niggaz | |
| FuckThink niggaz don't know what the fuck's goin on | |
| Come on, come on, right over here | |
| Right onThere they go, right there | |
| That's them right there kid | |
| That cat?Word up | |
| Aiyyo kid? | |
| You're right behind him | |
| What the fuck is you doin man huh? | |
| Huh?[The fuck you talkin to?] | |
| Talkin to you man! | |
| Talkin to you what?[You ain't talkin to me] | |
| What the fuck you talkin about? | |
| Yo, open your hand man, what the fuck is that in your hand man?[What? Huh?]*fight ensues**smack* | |
| What the fuck, the fuck | |
| I say?Aiyyo c'mere! | |
| C'mere!Motherfu... | |
| C'mereYeah it's my shit, my shit | |
| Get upYo grab that nigga, grab him*gun fires* | |
| Yo shit! *gun fires* | |
| Move Son! | |
| Move! *gun fires repeatedly* | |
| Move move! | |
| Go ahead! | |
| Get him! Ohh shit! | |
| Ohh shit, ohh shit, yo | |
| Yo man, yo | |
| Son I'm hit | |
| Man Son, I'm hit | |
| Yo Son?Son | |
| I'm hitDamn | |
| Son, you bleedin | |
| Son, bad Son | |
| Aiyyo grab this grab this take this take this | |
| Take this take this, | |
| I'ma go over to | |
| God's house 'fore the cops come | |
| I'ma throw this shit away man | |
| Go ahead Son, go ahead | |
| Son, just go ahead | |
| Man fuck that, man seventeen | |
| SonYo SonGet the fuck outta here man | |
| Damn SonGo ahead man, | |
| I'm dying go ahead | |
| Hold that shit | |
| SonYo, go ahead go ahead, nigga try to assassinate me man...[Intro: Raekwon the Chef] | |
| It's the remix | |
| SonCan it be, act like you know | |
| Check it[Verse One: Ghostface Killer] | |
| Yo, check what happened out of state | |
| I'm knocking off a half-a-cake | |
| Cash Rule, flying at a fast rate | |
| I smoke the black dust kept my hands clutched, | |
| I'm fallin in lust | |
| Spore plush | |
| I played my hand like a royal flush | |
| Baggy jeans, | |
| Wallabee Clarks, pretty woman | |
| I put it in him, shot up in him, deadly venom | |
| I hung around the big time bosses | |
| Illegal force exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources | |
| Spades tried to bag me, like | |
| Cagney, and | |
| LaceyChef had that bitch | |
| Stacey slippin in | |
| Macy'sI dose off, catch a flashback on how | |
| I got trappedand got licked like | |
| Papsy in a mob flick | |
| I got hitStumblin holdin my neck to the | |
| God's rest | |
| Opened flesh burgundy blood colored my | |
| GuessEmergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery | |
| Can it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me? | |
| I should've stayed in | |
| Job Corp, but now | |
| I'm a outlaw | |
| Ray Cartegna, carry a fo'-fo' nigga[Chorus:]{ | |
| Can it be that it was all so simple then?} | |
| Dedicated to the | |
| Gods and Earths | |
| Dedicated to babies who came feet first | |
| Dedicated to | |
| Up North and down state | |
| Dedicated to rich niggaz who sell weights | |
| Dedicated to projects with black kids | |
| Dedicated to man who build pyramids | |
| Word up! What the fuck yo? | |
| We taking you on another chamber | |
| Word up son, you know how we be on it | |
| Yeah it's real | |
| Show these crabs how to rhyme man | |
| I think it's time to bless them, word up | |
| Bulletproof | |
| First chamber | |
| Yo Chef yo[Verse Two: Raekwon] | |
| It started off on the | |
| Island, AK | |
| Shaolin niggaz wildin | |
| Old folks scream : stop the violence! | |
| True layin up yo, watchin these crack niggaz | |
| Playin nuff crap games for what see? | |
| Back in days, crime pays in mad ways | |
| Sportin Tommy | |
| Hil with caves 360 waves | |
| And no searchin for loose ends, now flex 300 | |
| BenzMad 10's with mad diamonds | |
| Now that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggaz act trife | |
| I paid the price throughout my hood life | |
| Remember I got blasted, now that's in the past kid | |
| God forbid | |
| I lay in the casket | |
| But now I'm all about | |
| G-notes, no time for weed, mixed with coke | |
| I wash my mouth out with soap | |
| And I got my act together, ' | |
| Lo sweaters and betterand fat leather, so whatever, bring it on{ | |
| Can it be that it was all so simple then?}[Outro:] | |
| Yeah, for real | |
| Murderous material stacked up | |
| Peace to mazes, for real | |
| Meditating on life | |
| Gold, word up y'all | |
| Crazy fly, dedication, to my people | |
| Word up, peace to all my brothers that | |
| I ain't gonna see no more | |
| Peace to brothers on the | |
| Island, up | |
| NorthWord up | |
| Straight up, | |
| I love you boy, it's on like that | |
| Word up, word up | |
| Peace to man woman and child | |
| Word upI got you covered baby, | |
| I'm here for you | |
| Project, check it | |
| Projects peoples one love | |
| Keep your head clear, we out of here | |
| We move in silence | |
| Bad boys, creating, the muderous stacks for your headpiece | |
| Baldheads, braids, blowouts | |
| YoFly chicks | |
| It's the remix y'all | |
| For real, the real side | |
| The RZA, check it | |
| Razor blade sharp | |
| Peace to the | |
| ClanNo other producer can compare boy | |
| WORD UPBring it, battle, beats all types of shit | |
| For real y'all |
| So that' s it kid, youknowhat | |
| I' msayin? | |
| Right here, lights out | |
| Yo yo hold up let me talk to this cat | |
| Yo kid, whattup | |
| Starks, whattup? | |
| Ay ay, whassup? | |
| Whassup baby? | |
| Ay yo yo yo kid, ay yo yo | |
| I just seen this kid over there over there, right over therewhile you' re, while you' re filmin that shit | |
| I know he ain' t down with your team | |
| Who? Don' t know, some skskinny lookin, bighead nigga, youknowhat | |
| I' msayin? That nigga ain' t fuckin with heads though | |
| YO SON, I just seen five fiends around a nigga | |
| SonFuck, we gotta, we gotta go | |
| C' mon fuckit, let' s go over there, | |
| I' ma show this nigga right | |
| Hold up wait up wait up, jiggy comin | |
| Three deep niggaz | |
| FuckThink niggaz don' t know what the fuck' s goin on | |
| Come on, come on, right over here | |
| Right onThere they go, right there | |
| That' s them right there kid | |
| That cat? Word up | |
| Aiyyo kid? | |
| You' re right behind him | |
| What the fuck is you doin man huh? | |
| Huh? The fuck you talkin to? | |
| Talkin to you man! | |
| Talkin to you what? You ain' t talkin to me | |
| What the fuck you talkin about? | |
| Yo, open your hand man, what the fuck is that in your hand man? What? Huh? fight ensues smack | |
| What the fuck, the fuck | |
| I say? Aiyyo c' mere! | |
| C' mere! Motherfu... | |
| C' mereYeah it' s my shit, my shit | |
| Get upYo grab that nigga, grab him gun fires | |
| Yo shit! gun fires | |
| Move Son! | |
| Move! gun fires repeatedly | |
| Move move! | |
| Go ahead! | |
| Get him! Ohh shit! | |
| Ohh shit, ohh shit, yo | |
| Yo man, yo | |
| Son I' m hit | |
| Man Son, I' m hit | |
| Yo Son? Son | |
| I' m hitDamn | |
| Son, you bleedin | |
| Son, bad Son | |
| Aiyyo grab this grab this take this take this | |
| Take this take this, | |
| I' ma go over to | |
| God' s house ' fore the cops come | |
| I' ma throw this shit away man | |
| Go ahead Son, go ahead | |
| Son, just go ahead | |
| Man fuck that, man seventeen | |
| SonYo SonGet the fuck outta here man | |
| Damn SonGo ahead man, | |
| I' m dying go ahead | |
| Hold that shit | |
| SonYo, go ahead go ahead, nigga try to assassinate me man... Intro: Raekwon the Chef | |
| It' s the remix | |
| SonCan it be, act like you know | |
| Check it Verse One: Ghostface Killer | |
| Yo, check what happened out of state | |
| I' m knocking off a halfacake | |
| Cash Rule, flying at a fast rate | |
| I smoke the black dust kept my hands clutched, | |
| I' m fallin in lust | |
| Spore plush | |
| I played my hand like a royal flush | |
| Baggy jeans, | |
| Wallabee Clarks, pretty woman | |
| I put it in him, shot up in him, deadly venom | |
| I hung around the big time bosses | |
| Illegal force exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources | |
| Spades tried to bag me, like | |
| Cagney, and | |
| LaceyChef had that bitch | |
| Stacey slippin in | |
| Macy' sI dose off, catch a flashback on how | |
| I got trappedand got licked like | |
| Papsy in a mob flick | |
| I got hitStumblin holdin my neck to the | |
| God' s rest | |
| Opened flesh burgundy blood colored my | |
| GuessEmergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery | |
| Can it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me? | |
| I should' ve stayed in | |
| Job Corp, but now | |
| I' m a outlaw | |
| Ray Cartegna, carry a fo' fo' nigga Chorus: | |
| Can it be that it was all so simple then? | |
| Dedicated to the | |
| Gods and Earths | |
| Dedicated to babies who came feet first | |
| Dedicated to | |
| Up North and down state | |
| Dedicated to rich niggaz who sell weights | |
| Dedicated to projects with black kids | |
| Dedicated to man who build pyramids | |
| Word up! What the fuck yo? | |
| We taking you on another chamber | |
| Word up son, you know how we be on it | |
| Yeah it' s real | |
| Show these crabs how to rhyme man | |
| I think it' s time to bless them, word up | |
| Bulletproof | |
| First chamber | |
| Yo Chef yo Verse Two: Raekwon | |
| It started off on the | |
| Island, AK | |
| Shaolin niggaz wildin | |
| Old folks scream : stop the violence! | |
| True layin up yo, watchin these crack niggaz | |
| Playin nuff crap games for what see? | |
| Back in days, crime pays in mad ways | |
| Sportin Tommy | |
| Hil with caves 360 waves | |
| And no searchin for loose ends, now flex 300 | |
| BenzMad 10' s with mad diamonds | |
| Now that' s the life of the good life, sometimes niggaz act trife | |
| I paid the price throughout my hood life | |
| Remember I got blasted, now that' s in the past kid | |
| God forbid | |
| I lay in the casket | |
| But now I' m all about | |
| Gnotes, no time for weed, mixed with coke | |
| I wash my mouth out with soap | |
| And I got my act together, ' | |
| Lo sweaters and betterand fat leather, so whatever, bring it on | |
| Can it be that it was all so simple then? Outro: | |
| Yeah, for real | |
| Murderous material stacked up | |
| Peace to mazes, for real | |
| Meditating on life | |
| Gold, word up y' all | |
| Crazy fly, dedication, to my people | |
| Word up, peace to all my brothers that | |
| I ain' t gonna see no more | |
| Peace to brothers on the | |
| Island, up | |
| NorthWord up | |
| Straight up, | |
| I love you boy, it' s on like that | |
| Word up, word up | |
| Peace to man woman and child | |
| Word upI got you covered baby, | |
| I' m here for you | |
| Project, check it | |
| Projects peoples one love | |
| Keep your head clear, we out of here | |
| We move in silence | |
| Bad boys, creating, the muderous stacks for your headpiece | |
| Baldheads, braids, blowouts | |
| YoFly chicks | |
| It' s the remix y' all | |
| For real, the real side | |
| The RZA, check it | |
| Razor blade sharp | |
| Peace to the | |
| ClanNo other producer can compare boy | |
| WORD UPBring it, battle, beats all types of shit | |
| For real y' all |