作曲 : Grice, Turner, Walters, Woods
Who the hell teaches you kung fu?
Your master must be an ignorant idiot as well!(Uncle Ricky, would you read us a bedtime story?)
Nah kid, but
I'mma give you one them old
Raekwon crime joints
Feel me? We will, we will
We will, we will -- here we go
Well it was late one night, walking through the park
With my leathered down coat andwallabee
ClarksGetting my step on, big *****t, big six, big wrist
So much excitement in the air,
I was crisp
Money suitcase,
Louis joint(yo, Rae, I'mma get some *****t just like yours!)
Go make it happen, black
God and get rich
Saw the D's fly by, in a
New Yorker, yup, tints and *****t
They made a right on me, them last two *****s
Know I seen 'em,
Max loaded, jog right back to the car
They spun around again and blast their *****t
I dropped a
Backwood, a puff and then a 6-4-5
You'se a live *****, you almost smashed your *****t
I'mma don my way out the *****, moving through the car
Nice and slow, two hoodies on and agolden pit
***** had a white eye, they both blacked down
What's the clown *****t for?
The dog jumped in the whip
It was a trained one, wops pointed at me (yo, *****, freeze)
I told the
Chef Raekwon, pump the breaks
Slow it down, you know these
C-Cypher Punks scanned your plates
Release the seatbelt off the shoulders, a mile ahead
Then the vibe got a lot colder when the marksman said"Black *****s in the Jeep, get the ***** out the car""Put your hands where my eyes can see or suffer a scar"
He was a veteran, who kept, pepper spray in the cannister
Donut shop lounger, thirty eight brandisher
On top of that, the blunt smoke just rang a bell
Of his bloodhound who had an acute sense of smell
Beef tripping, saliva dripping from razor sharp teeth
That was pointy as the daggers of the
Indian Chiefs
Same cops known for exorting pimps and booking whores
Aimed Glocks at me and
Rae, cause they was looking for
A few MC's wanted for a string of break-ins
Last seen, wearing long minks and snakeskins[Hook: Slick Rick]
We will, we will, rob you
We will, we will,
Glock youWe will, we will, what? who? (not you)
Here we go
You know my
Clan done ran from
Japan to Atlanta
With stamina
ChefMr. Meth, with the
Iron Lung breath
Ghostface
Kill'U-G ill
Deck so real
Dr. Ason Unique
Allah Just
The Abbott, ya'll *****s can't forget it
You might catch a
Cap if your *****t ain't
StreetAllah
Mathematics make the cypher complete
See knowledge is the foundation of existence
To know starts the spark of the flow
Wisdom activation of the
Nation moving
Wise words, show and prove or understand the 13 letters
Masta, culture be the way of life
Freedom is reward, who will pay the price for the power
Spending hour after hour, preparing his self
For the hour, now look how refined
When the mind and body is one, every part of me
Supreme equality, manifest the nature of self
G-O-D, now build and add on to the truth
Destroy the bull*****t, born incomplete
作曲 : Grice, Turner, Walters, Woods
Who the hell teaches you kung fu?
Your master must be an ignorant idiot as well!(Uncle Ricky, would you read us a bedtime story?)
Nah kid, but
I'mma give you one them old
Raekwon crime joints
Feel me? We will, we will
We will, we will -- here we go
Well it was late one night, walking through the park
With my leathered down coat andwallabee
ClarksGetting my step on, big *****t, big six, big wrist
So much excitement in the air,
I was crisp
Money suitcase,
Louis joint(yo, Rae, I'mma get some *****t just like yours!)
Go make it happen, black
God and get rich
Saw the D's fly by, in a
New Yorker, yup, tints and *****t
They made a right on me, them last two *****s
Know I seen 'em,
Max loaded, jog right back to the car
They spun around again and blast their *****t
I dropped a
Backwood, a puff and then a 6-4-5
You'se a live *****, you almost smashed your *****t
I'mma don my way out the *****, moving through the car
Nice and slow, two hoodies on and agolden pit
***** had a white eye, they both blacked down
What's the clown *****t for?
The dog jumped in the whip
It was a trained one, wops pointed at me (yo, *****, freeze)
I told the
Chef Raekwon, pump the breaks
Slow it down, you know these
C-Cypher Punks scanned your plates
Release the seatbelt off the shoulders, a mile ahead
Then the vibe got a lot colder when the marksman said"Black *****s in the Jeep, get the ***** out the car""Put your hands where my eyes can see or suffer a scar"
He was a veteran, who kept, pepper spray in the cannister
Donut shop lounger, thirty eight brandisher
On top of that, the blunt smoke just rang a bell
Of his bloodhound who had an acute sense of smell
Beef tripping, saliva dripping from razor sharp teeth
That was pointy as the daggers of the
Indian Chiefs
Same cops known for exorting pimps and booking whores
Aimed Glocks at me and
Rae, cause they was looking for
A few MC's wanted for a string of break-ins
Last seen, wearing long minks and snakeskins[Hook: Slick Rick]
We will, we will, rob you
We will, we will,
Glock youWe will, we will, what? who? (not you)
Here we go
You know my
Clan done ran from
Japan to Atlanta
With stamina
ChefMr. Meth, with the
Iron Lung breath
Ghostface
Kill'U-G ill
Deck so real
Dr. Ason Unique
Allah Just
The Abbott, ya'll *****s can't forget it
You might catch a
Cap if your *****t ain't
StreetAllah
Mathematics make the cypher complete
See knowledge is the foundation of existence
To know starts the spark of the flow
Wisdom activation of the
Nation moving
Wise words, show and prove or understand the 13 letters
Masta, culture be the way of life
Freedom is reward, who will pay the price for the power
Spending hour after hour, preparing his self
For the hour, now look how refined
When the mind and body is one, every part of me
Supreme equality, manifest the nature of self
G-O-D, now build and add on to the truth
Destroy the bull*****t, born incomplete
