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

作曲 : Coles, Hill, Woods, Yancey
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 hefault)[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 ***** people
Selling drugs to
Flatbush, call my *****
CecilSnub with the black gloves, on half-moon
Greek doKilled 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,
PonyLeather with the matching sweater on, you owe me[Chorus: Raekwon]
Knock the ash off the blunt, confront *****s who *****
Swing an ax, tax *****s rhyme different from cats
Specialize in mic rippers, splashes
We the last skippers, big rocks and the block will stick[Cappadonna]
Beefsteak
Charlie *****s 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 *****
ArafatGotta 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
YvetteI speed it up, me and the
Linx, was getting *****ed 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 *****s
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, ***** the currency rushes like popping a wheelie
Holding a pipe with one hand, the other down in the
BentleysYou know how it be with the peppermint
ClarksThrowing darts at a hoodrat
Getting slow necked all up in
The BronxThat's all me, thirty four *****nes, 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
AKCuz you can get scratched like
AJCuban Link
Dynasty has emerged, this rap *****t stop
I have a team of *****s moving my furs[Chorus]