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ft. RaekwonCappadonna
[Intro: (from the motion picture "Fresh")]
(What you doin' on our turfpunk?
Got a message for Smokey.
Give it.
You Smokeyman?
Give it!
If you ain't Smokeyit ain't yo' motherfuckin' message
MotherfuckerI said gimme the message!
It's from Williein the slam.
Niggayou been busted?
Yeahthe man picked me up.
WellI ain't got no fuckin' time to play witchu! Now gimme the message.
Willie's in Warwickdoin' 1-3. Told me to tell y'all motherfuckers to
keep cool. He be out one way or another. Quick. Maybe I could stick
around for awhile.
Nawthat's outman. You know? What can weThe Lordsdo with a punk like
you?
Kiss my assmotherfucker! (Burn 'em) Just me and youmotherfuckerjust
me and you. I put trademarks around your fuckin' eye!)
(Portrayin'won't be payin'. Uh huhUh huh)
(Yeahno doubtno doubtthis Wally champ cat. Yeahit's on this one)
[Raekwon:]
YoGambino niggas who swipe theirs
Deluxe rap cavaliers
Midgets who steal beersgive 'em theirs
[Chorus: Raekwon]
Sit back jollyin'
My team be gamin' like three card Rolly an'
Drug Somalians pollyin'
[Verse One: Raekwon]
Many raps they crochetin'
Ay yo Ironthese niggas portrayin'
But haven't been payin'
For realslide on these niggas like flesh fear
Caesar fade styleusually tough grenade
Throw a bladefuck gettin' laid
Guzzle this shit like Gatorade
Big-dick Wallies have never half-suede
Connectin' with the hot style is done
Light up a chalis
I run with nuttin' but the wildestfoulest
Come on nowlong-dick style
Niggas on the hit outay yo Iron bite my shit out
Eventuallybust a rap gun mentally
Been doin' this century kidjust meant to be
Get on your knees and bless me with a gem in the Caribbean
Skiin' off by P.M.
Snatch Canadian cream with Scandinavians
Fellatium styleplay it like thirty-two Arabians
The greatest lesson is don't oweyou might get stole on
When I go bury me wit Valow on
(They come to meand understandjust let me get mines first. Then after I
get minesy'all can do what y'all wanna do. Fuck 'em up bad)
[Verse Two: Ghostface]
'Sho 'nuffhit the bank and thrust
Cool Nauticas Jamie Summer got trained on the tour bus
We upgradeswallow raw eggsread the label
Hittin' white-labelleft the Winnebago unstable
Smooth sailin'walked inmy earth started kneelin'
Started stealin'I'm too illsee we're bellin' at the parlay
Kicked upmackmax motion
Michael Bolton magazine callI'm too potent
Louisville mix pain kill rapFuck benadryl
The violin in 'Knowledge God' sounded ill
Tremendously obnoxiousno blotches
My telephone watch'll leave bartenders topless
Dead on the prosecutorsmacked a juror
Me and my girl'll run like Luke and Laura
We sit back on Malayan islands
Sippin' mix drinks out of boat coconut bowlswe whylin'
[(Break) Raekwon:]
Sit back jollyin'Uh huhUh huh
Uh huhUh huhSit back jollyin'
Uh huhUh huhUh huhUh huh
[(Chorus) x 2]
Sit back
[Verse Three: Cappadonna]
Deep meditation sound orientatedwar the blizzard
Rap para-medical the wizard
Cappadonnanever caterin' to none
My microphone and three verse weigh a ton of slaughter
You oughta five thousand back across the water
My laboratory story keep me flowin' with the glory
Acapella or deep dirty instrumental
I could blow the sky like the stormy wind blew
One gallon of whylin'Park Hill profilin'
I cut your face up rough fifty sure while you're smilin'
For violatin' my position
I leave you smoked like a crackhead on a mission
Two tokes of mic dopeone stroke of elegance
Rated like the movie graphic told intelligence
Person to personit'd be hard for you to take a trophy
You better off to get somebody out to try to smoke me
'Cause I'm P-L-O T-K-O every day
Dancehall GeneralParty Fanatic Colonel
Cappadonna son'a old school just go infernal
Veteran for rappin' with the new set of rule of hard rappin'
Ninety-six jiveI keep the live crowd clappin'
When I bowall praises due to Staten Isle
I spark the mic and Shaolin spark the methtical
Every evenin'I have a by myself meetin'
Thinkin' who's gonna be the next to catch a beatin'
From my mental slangin'bitchin' rap twist the point of warfare
I brutalizeall competition catch ill hair
Chance himthat's what they saidthrew up a ransom
I jacked itstripped the beat naked and packed it
Gimme my rewards
(The way Ithe way I wanna get 'em. I want 'em gotten. I want 'em layin'
out. I want 'em gotten. 'Cause niggas need to be gotten. He need to be
taken off of here. That's right.)
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