歌手:Raekwon
专辑:《Only Built For Cuban Linx 2》

作曲 : Coles, Diggs, Smith, Woods
Uh-huh, what up son?
YeahMaintaining, 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
WComing through, bust a shot on your block, give me a suu
Get it right, all my chicks hold ya *****, let's get it in
All my *****s take a toke off this *****, let it begin
Here we go, yo, ya'll already know what it do
Brand new, *****, back from the slums, it be the
WuNow 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-wagsdont try to take pictures, relax, still in the grass
You'll learn respect, burst when
I askRhyme master busy, wizzy on the su**ect
Love Deck, thug battle, drug vest, snub sets, iller than most
Night time toast, gorillas in boats, three votesvillains 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 *****t
Padlocked down, my *****s won't have it[Chorus][Ghostface Killah]
Aiyo, jumping out of
Benz wagons, my family live in the
HillThey call us
Bin Ladins, laughing, turbaned up***** 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 *****s, 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 bombMy inner strength flowing,
I mastered chi kung
Ya'll Planet of the
Apes, standing next to
King KongForensic files, ultraviolet hype, sky blue
BowelsLaying *****s like ceramic tile
I'm like Urlacher, beasting at the top of the pilekneeing *****s in the ****, goddamn damn
I'm foul[Chorus][Method Man]
We blow money, got game, hungry, we pop thingslook bummy, grams in my pocket,
Chef cook for me
Blue Magic bundles,
I'm ****, 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 pu*****ng that hard rock
Then let these *****s 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 *****ing, the plot thicken
I'm *****tting the glock, spitting, if ***** 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