| Disc 1 | ||||||
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1. |
| - | 
|
|||
| 2. |
| - | 
|
|||
|
Intro chinese sample
Inspectah Deck Hehehehe, nobody is going to save you now Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yo, yo Inspectah Deck I pop off like a mobster boss Angel hair with the lobster sauce, summertime can't top the scorch Check my hot broad, I dropped the Porsche FBI wanna watch the force, trying to lock my source Where I'm from, hear the macs, techs, glocks and fours Hide the safe, nigga, lock the doors No respect for the cops and laws In the land where your own blood brother still plot for yours Seen things that'll drop your jaw My soldiers got dropped in war, see the mural on the project wall? Won't stop til I copped them all Wanna block me? You gots to brawl, tray shots and all Cuz I ain't on the clock for talk The Spot Rusher, blow down the spot for sure Still break off the block with raw, my stock is more The General, watch your board Raekwon: Deep pockets with the eight on me, sleep with the safe in the wall The cameras on with the make-up and all Swap six 45's, twist reefer in the flicks, papi whoadie ride Bolt his gun off, from know your horse, she lied Fly criteria, bury me in Africa With whips and spears, and rough diamonds out of Syria A true don, only I could do wrong Rock fitted hats, get crack money and drive a sick blue joint Retard-less, I'mma blow regardless Resume is straight up live, I shank niggas up for larger E's And speak with the youth in the spot, eat the fresh fruit in the crop All these hip hoppers eat cock You can see me in the street or the yacht I'd rather be promoting your block or buying fresh sneakers with gwops Yo, I'm an ill dude, always been a real dude Don't fuck around, I will spill on you and kill you in the field, boo Chorus :GZA Soldiers in the front, let the heat pump Troops on the left, fight to the death Fam on the right, infrared lights Wolves in the back, ready to attack, for what Ghostface Killah Leather jackets on, rocked up rock stars Treacherous bank robbers, the plan gold up, we pop guards The team gotta eat, seeds is hungry, that's why we ain't scared To dump on niggas, our guns is chunky Usually we bust niggas down with bats, swell up they joints Elbow, wrists, they shins get cracked We still humiliate, brutalize, Ruger pop, pulverize Still got gear in the closet, that's stupid live From Benetton rugby skullies, Oshkosh conductor jumpers The train hats fit me lovely Rae job is to make sure the coke is fluffy While I politic his birthday bash with Puffy Bagged Nia soon as I linked up, the kid ain't inked up I'm an old mummy, my gold weigh as much as King Tut (yeah, yeah) Slippers, robes is minked up, under the doorag, bro (uh, yo, yo) My three dimensional fade is clean cut Method Man Man, ya niggas ain't shit to us, still a pistol bust Split your melon like I split the Dutch Got a lot of piff to puff, and I ain't come for fisticuffs Or for the cop that wanna clip the cuffs Man, is Staten in this bitch or what, don't get it twisted, we Twist it up and even mixed with dust See these fans can't resist the rush, they Wu-Tang for life Scarred for life, they can't forget the cuts Got a whole line of classic joints, and while you at it Pass the joint, let's push this music past the point Of no return, til they crash and burn, down the ashes Then placed inside Ol' Dirty Bastard's urn When it's my time to go, for sure, ya nigga goes to war What you think I brought these soldiers for? To send shot like forget me not, at any nigga Respect, bitch, that figure they gon' get me got Chinese Sample Hehe, your basic kung fu is no good You can't move fast enough And you don't have enough strength And your body movements are like a string climb It's too easy for me to trip you up (fighting) Hehehe, how's it feel, huh? It's no fair, I'm afraid my back is broken Hahaha, you still got a lot to learn |
||||||
| 3. |
| - |
|
|||
| 4. |
| - |
|
|||
|
[Intro: Raekwon] Niggas got me the behind the pot again, but yo [Raekwon] The Pyrex is bubbling, the stove is broke Fuck it, use the flame from the oven, the famous dozen Bout to hit the streets, they buzzing, break it down, yo Chop it like he raided your luggage Major yellow shit in the pot, struggling Trying to form a rock up, and double it, and call up my cousin What up beloved? Stab it, tilt and twirl, spit in it Plus put a little bit of milk in, fiends love it Sat back, confident in comfort, the light blew out All I see is all white stuff, suds in it Four hundred razors in a bucket, seventy plates We thinking ten mil a man, nigga, fuck it It's on, get the baking soda, dump it How many niggas'll pump to get eighty more? Get it jumping Live by the code and we thumping Nigga take this, fuck around and taste a flake bitch, you drunk it It's all in the eyes of the hungry It's all for the wise and the humbly, the rise came upon me
|
||||||
| 5. |
| - |
|
|||
| 6. |
| - |
|
|||
|
*sounds of fighting*
Stupid fool, you're forcing me to kill you! [Intro: Raekwon] Yeah, you know how it go Fresh from the stationary hall of justice Real rhyming, real movement, real life Word up, we just chilling, ten bottles of Crug' on the wall Youknowhatimsaying? Straight up, for real Yo, RZA, talk to these niggas, man, let's go, man, for real Yo, Rah, what up? Let's go, yeah, gangsta shit, groovy shit Raw shit, secret indictment shit, yeah Secret indictments, be careful, niggas For real, let's go [Chorus: RZA & Tash Mahogany] You better get that money, no matter, what you do You gotta get that money, and represent your crew And keep it true [Raekwon] As reaper stay sprayed, still niggas is smoked Four in his pocket, a diamoned up chain and some coke Champion hood, the goodies in a brown bag, by the radiator Near the cookies and the bundles of dope Fishscalers, I live in elevators and gross All this paper, profit make her lay there and post With them Adidas that Bruce wore, stay in the juice bar All I know if you saw me, you thought I was broke Black, yo, I been hustling since niggas was busting guns And scuffling, and jumping niggas over some coats We play the S&S rooftop, Latin Quarter, Polo popes Who hung out with all the Eighthers and GOAT's [Chorus] [Interlude: Inspectah Deck] Yo RZA, you crazy man This that Black Mozart shit, right here [Inspectah Deck] Yo, I used to scramble hard, radio strapped, to the handlebars Fifty deep, in the lobby large, rocking camouflage Dark Caesar holding my nuts, played the building front Fit the Henny, throw a little snow in the blunt Just growing up, schooled by O.G.'s, holding O's and up Daily new drama unfold, they popped 'em over, what? It's so rough, nobody know him, so what? Aiyo, the money's close by, homey, show me the stuff Borough hopping, copping bricks, bags, burners and kicks City slickers, circling the strip, working them tricks Like friday night cruise in the Coupe, new valor suit Fruit flavored kicks, taking flicks out in 40 Deuce Farmer jeans, hammer swing, tucked in the loot How they hit Miss Fisher, they was busting at suit Up in 54, underground, parrot and Q Made man with the grey shams, wrapping the boo Stay flam, every day, fam, stacking my loot Eighty grams in the cake, bam, packages flew Sipping passion fruit, Alize, in back of the Ooh [RZA] We soldiers, boy, we soldiers Bake cakes, hundred dollar bill holders We soldiers, boy, we soldiers Bighead, I thought I told ya We soldiers, boy, we soldiers Bake cakes, hundred dollar bill holders Bighead, I thought I told ya We soldiers, boy, we soldiers [Chorus] |
||||||
| 7. |
| - |
|
|||
| 8. |
| - |
|
|||
|
[Intro: Raekwon]
Uh-huh, what up son? Yeah Maintaining, maintaining, you know? You good, right? Everything proper, still, right? Of course, come on, man, what's the matter wit you, man? Ain't nothing, I just want us to be on [Chorus: Method Man] Tell a friend, it's that symbol again, that W Coming through, bust a shot on your block, give me a suu Get it right, all my chicks hold ya tits, let's get it in All my niggas take a toke off this weed, let it begin Here we go, yo, ya'll already know what it do Brand new, nigga, back from the slums, it be the Wu Now throw ya W's up, back from the slums, it be the Wu [Raekwon] Love to dress a lad, get rocked, hundred bags, black doorags Ski masks is on, g-wags Dont try to take pictures, relax, still in the grass You'll learn respect, burst when I ask Rhyme master busy, wizzy on the subject Love Deck, thug battle, drug vest, snub sets, iller than most Night time toast, gorillas in boats, three votes Villains is killa, gangstas flip notes Hibernation yo, switch up, liver nation, fly information Vivid vacation, deliberation moments Move like '91 Romans, cloning everything Gents only, the rent's on the stove, I'm in Rome Maxed out, Amex style, my team gram bandits Make a move and get blown off the planet, baby Hold that cannon, just understand we got the whole shit Padlocked down, my niggas won't have it [Chorus] [Ghostface Killah] Aiyo, jumping out of Benz wagons, my family live in the Hill They call us Bin Ladins, laughing, turbaned up Fuck around get murdered up, these streets is like radio beef So watch how the kid turn it up Bulletproof tuxes, knuckle guage clobbering busters Eighteen niggas, bringing the ruckus Flame throwers on our backs and shoulders, the rusty joints still work The trey eight'll blow one in your douljah When it's mad heat im mad calm, walk around Go collect, 36, over G bomb My inner strength flowing, I mastered chi kung Ya'll Planet of the Apes, standing next to King Kong Forensic files, ultraviolet hype, sky blue Bowels Laying niggas like ceramic tile I'm like Urlacher, beasting at the top of the pile Kneeing niggas in the nuts, goddamn damn I'm foul [Chorus] [Method Man] We blow money, got game, hungry, we pop things Look bummy, grams in my pocket, Chef cook for me Blue Magic bundles, I'm dope, but on the humble I'm a good dude, don't short change me, see that's a hood rule Beer drinkin', Cuban Linking, new way of thinking God me thinking meth, break the handcuffs, run out the precinct This is hard body, hard knocks, if you pushing that hard rock Then let these niggas know off top We rock fitted, dropkick it, I lived it if not quit it I pitched it, my pops sniffed it, need business, I'm not finished I'm *sniff* too hot wit it, you bitching, the plot thicken I'm shitting the glock, spitting, if nigga don't stop snitching Just what the block missing, the two-seater wit the top missing And two divas wit they tops missing Now that's living to me, I'm what these kids is killing to be But I don't want my children to be |
||||||
| 9. |
| - |
|
|||
| 10. |
| - |
|
|||
| 11. |
| - |
|
|||
| 12. |
| - |
|
|||
| 13. |
| - |
|
|||
| 14. |
| - |
|
|||
|
Intro:word i miss you,i miss the god
Word....a powerful brother,man, he was live Raekwon:he was a powerfull general,the smell from his breathe was ballantine this it was the year 89' He stayed the freshest, polo boots, wallies with them colorful low goose Coming from Medina, we boost We up in A&S, slipping and dipping to bedstuy Native, he used to beatbox, thousands'll listen Yo, thats before, the wu got on, him and allah just' And RZA, came to the island one morn' A nigga could dance to slow music, outdrink any nigga On the benches, while we hitting reefer, he sold loosies Five foot seven a legend was born, Russel "ason" Jones I know for his braids and lessons A wiseman with knowledge 120, kept a flag on his chest A right hand, you quick, serving you remy Yo, lets toadt to the fallen, lost forgotten Aiyo, if niggas could hear me, then roll up some broccoli Ason, the heart of a lion, a purified mind The way he did it, with a mic and some wine I would never forget the days we used to sit back Days i be all up in the crib, listening, holding, align him and yo i just miss this nigga And now i understand the meaning of love when i kissed the nigga Interlude:ol dirty bastard (sample) My name is ol dirty bastard, youknowhatimsayin? I dont hide nothing back, i barely, i mean, i come from a family,man of poor welfare, youknowhatimsaying? When i came out my mother womb i was on welfare,youknowhatimsaying So so so its like you got to keep it real nahwhatimean? [Raekwon:] He had a heart of gold, intelligent soul from day one Loud as the ferry, best friend was momma Cherry Sweet lady, BK baby, she taught Dirty How to cook, clean, singing the songs, say the Old school dances and O.E., Ballantine, the wine We sip, while we sat with the O.G.'s Knowledge of self, good health The fortunes that came with the game, had my brother insane It's like wealth ain't enough to live for But if you got love in your heart, just believe in yourself That was the black man rap, baby Jesus in the black Land' Few jewelry pieces with his gold fangs, his fam (Brooklyn Zu) you know my brother was ill The first dude to say, "Yo, keep it real" Yeah, the lover, the father, the hustler, the rap professor Now he with Allah, that's a blessing [Interlude: ~Ol' Dirty Bastard Sample~] See, it's like, ok, where I come from In my neighborhood, my people know me Youknowhatimsaying? See, if I try to come any different They ain't gon' respect me no more Youknowhatimsaying? Because they -- you know people Got their thing about themselves, you know If you come from the neighborhood, youknowhatimsaying You couldn't, you couldn't get out the neighborhood But you could never take the neighborhood out of the people Youknowhatimsaying, but if you try to like jump and crossover To the other side, people understand that, and they don't like that That's why they don't be buying people music See, we keeps it real, and we always gon' keep it real You can't knock what's real, youknowhatimsaying? We telling the truth, man |
||||||
| 15. |
| - |
|
|||
| 16. |
| - |
|
|||
|
[Intro: Raekwon]
Yo, yo, Iron Chef (gracias) I need some of that, (slide through the back) I need ya'll to come back to the, (I heard juice) Back of the store over here (just be easy and tell ya man to be cool) We got some culinary cats right here, we need you (we'll kill him if he Fault) [Raekwon] Ayo, rappers stepping to me, they want a brick, son But I'm the Chef, my price is 26, son Move up, about 32 of those and open locker dough Soldier got locked up, blow killed the doctor Flamboyant police is X fives, watching my lofts So many leeches I just left it and walked My flow wicked, Miami money, moving and ridicly Geico on the arm froze, rose gold with me Take baths with white women, lingerie see-through Taking trips to Iran, my Spanish nigga people Selling drugs to Flatbush, call my nigga Cecil Snub with the black gloves, on half-moon Greek do Killed him in the Bahamas, his wife ran, white van pulled up They caught him out in Brooklyn with a white man Slutted out, rosed out, sister was gone, she geeking She threw the rifle in her mouth and said 'good evening' Yup, Paul Wall grill line, be getting money, crime thief I know her from Africa, pretty smile, nine teeth Gold joints, frames only, Louis Vuitton, Pony Leather with the matching sweater on, you owe me [Chorus: Raekwon] Knock the ash off the blunt, confront niggas who cunt Swing an ax, tax niggas rhyme different from cats Specialize in mic rippers, splashes We the last skippers, big rocks and the block will stick [Cappadonna] Beefsteak Charlie niggas eat and they get fat Chase heads up and down the block and kill rats Skilled with the gats, even feds don't know where the shells at The shell trapped up in nice crib with four packs Four macs, caught a nice cell for four stacks Yeah, me and my nigga Arafat Gotta escape but we'll be right back, real soon Chef cook it up, we got a date with real goons Telling you Ghost, my connect crazy with the wreck Pythons used to talk to her sister named Yvette I speed it up, me and the Linx, was getting weeded up I beat it up, yeah I hit that, but I ain't seed it up Meanwhile, back on the block, we seen two trucks Then the windows rolled down, we see these two fucks Soon as they jumped out, see these tools bust [Chorus] [Ghostface Killah] Yo, I lit a booger up, rocks is gone, so we bagging up all shape Binoculars, scanners, we all listen to jake Ran out of baggies, my mouth is dry Got them dirty joints all scattered, don't act surprised Nah, nigga the currency rushes like popping a wheelie Holding a pipe with one hand, the other down in the Bentleys You know how it be with the peppermint Clarks Throwing darts at a hoodrat Getting slow necked all up in The Bronx That's all me, thirty four shines, forty four lines I just chill like Aaron Hall, writing raw rhymes Like, threw Kool-Aid rubies in a lemonade bezel When I was 12 in the church, I started packing that metal A deuce deuce, my supplier was Loose Bruce Ever since I had the drop, my instinct was to shoot-shoot This ain't For the Love of Ray J, it's for the love of the AK Cuz you can get scratched like AJ Cuban Link Dynasty has emerged, this rap shit stop I have a team of niggas moving my furs [Chorus] |
||||||
| 17. |
| - |
|
|||
|
[Intro: Raekwon]
{I'm tired of them motherfuckers down the block. Every time I come outside, them niggas..} Ayo, some major station radio {aiyo, come on, hurry up} Get the joint, {hurry up, son} Kill all those niggas, man We going Ricky Retardo on them niggas {Everybody just shut the fuck up. I'm tired of using this motherfuckin' grenade right now} What you seen stupid? You don't even know what you talking bout, man You fabricating the wrong shit, man Both of them niggas was stand up niggas, man Niggas went to war! You know how it go In order to be a general, nigga, you still gotta be a soldier (Gotta Kill ya bloodclot) Speak about what happened then, man, for real, fuck it, aiyo -- Check this out, man, what niggas is doing over here, man? (Why you think ya gangsta?) Yo Dred, man, word up, man (Why ya'll dont know nothing) This is ours, man, we own all this right here, man (Who you? Who ya talk about?) Straight up, man, we know how real it could get (Who ya talk to to?) But it's gon' be repercussions [Verse 1: Raekwon] Punch broke the dread's jaw, pulled the four out And went off, told him that he can't sling his raw When he fell, yo, he broke his wrist, his bangles flew off His Balleys was scuffed, then he blew a kiss Bleeding out the side of his ear, niggas was staring And the silk shirt was ripped off, Punch cut his hair Razors was bloody, he kept hitting, dread grabbed his shirt Showing his stomach, the kid had zippers on him Bitches was flipping, they grabbed Tasha, caught her for a Louis Snatched her titties right up out the bitch bra No selling over here, Jack, heard the dread mumble 'You be dead in a week' then he stumbled back Little young Keyon rushed him, yeah, shorty was a vet Gillette soldiers, shorty hit the neck Blood squirted, look like laundry detergent, the dread fell out Right from there, he gon' need a surgeon You ain't dead yet? [Outro: Raekwon] The fat lady sings, the fat lady sings, the fat lady sings The fat lady sings, the fat lady sings, the fat lady sings |
||||||
| 18. |
| - |
|
|||
|
[Intro]
Where is he? Concentrating on the job Don't disturb the Doctor Yeah Word up Who said we ain't the definition of exclusive shit? Real rap, you know? Yeah, this is multi-expensive rap here brother Word up Time to recreate the power You know what it is man Nothing but gangsta shit baby Let's go Doc I need that prescription Ey yo (ey yo) [Verse 1 Raekwon The Chef] I grew up on the foul side Nickel-bag valcyte Purple tops, two for fives I had seven grams Outside with my eleven mans On the corners with a pocket full of contrabands Running up and down fire-escapes, narcs coming Jump in the window let your Nikes fly, hide the flakes Guess up in the hill it was real to me What a nigga woulda did if you steal from me All my life around drug niggas villains who want millions Niggas with them hoodies on with teks in the building Mad fiends, bags and green, Gillette razors, fly neighbors All our blazers designer jeans That's why we live (yup) Niggas need shit in their crib Go broke, you go and rope you a Vick It's just full-time stragglers Niggas try to take your place And smile in your face But still in all backstabbers [Chorus Lyfe Jennings] I'm just trying to get on Leave a couple mil to my kids when I'm gone And nigga that ain't cologne It's the smell of this money I'm just trying to get home Cuz I don't know when my karma gonna catch up I don't know when the toilet gonna back up And put me in some shit that I can't get out of [Verse 2 Raekwon The Chef] Come on Bags of money Trying to stay rich and fly Keep it cool, silks and dungarees Krug glasses and food Grilled salmon, trying to make a move Those who knowing they be dapping they dudes How it do blow a lot of crews stay in the cut Pacing from here to LA and Hawaii and Cuba Blue new oozie too serial numbers is braille So when you rub against it feel on (?) Now I'm with some special niggas, next level niggas With rubber bezels who drive Exeleros with jewels (?) boots on, olive goose, calamari soups And noodles that spell out "Yall niggas the truth" What it is baby boy, reclining in a big Benz lazyboy Endsed up, lenses on, Chips Ahoy Shipping triple, niggas try to stop the issue And cock-block but can't stop the official [Chorus Lyfe Jennings] I'm just trying to get on Leave a couple mil to my kids when I'm gone And nigga that ain't cologne It's the smell of this money I'm just trying to get home Cuz I don't know when my karma gonna catch up I don't know when the toilet gonna bck up And put me in some shit that I can't get out of |
||||||
| 19. |
| - |
|
|||
| 20. |
| - |
|
|||
| 21. |
| - |
|
|||
| 22. |
| - |
|
|||
|
