Raekwon - Knuckleheadz (feat. Ghostface Killah & U-God) | Текст песни

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• Raekwon
• Knuckleheadz (feat. Ghostface Killah & U-God)

[Intro: Raekwon, Ghostface Killah, U-God]
Ghostface: Let me - let me hold that
Raekwon: One for you; one for me
Two for you; one-two for me
Ghostface: What?!
Raekwon: Three for you
Ghostface: Nigga get - get the
Raekwon: What?
U-God: Fuck out of here with all that shit
Ghostface: Smack fire out your fucking ass. Man, what the fuck you think this is man? Get the fuck up out of here man
Raekwon: Chill, chill. So, yo, matter of fact: the man is back
Ghostface: Stick this man head out over a fucking fire!
Raekwon: Shit, alright. This ain't even enough bread right here. This ain't enough
Ghostface: Fuck that man, yo
Raekwon: We going to shoot right over there. And, yo, them niggas got the big cream over there; just chill
U-God: Alright, let's get this cash, and move nigga
Raekwon: Spark it, right out the tropical, kid
Ghostface: Alright, don't play me like I got a flowerpot head kid
Raekwon: Just chill man
{*loading clip*}
Raekwon: On the real, man. Just chill: Let's go get this money fast son; I know how we got to do this, kid
{*gunshots*}
Raekwon: ... you know trust this
Ghostface: Alright, scrungy-head motherfuckers

[Verse One: Raekwon]
Lay on the crime scene, sipping fine wines, pulling nines on
UFOs, taking they fly clothes, they eyes closed
We getting loot, no doubt, check the word of mouth
Unheard about, guns go off, and now I murder route
{*gunshots*} I'm out
My raps play the part, like a Get Smart secret agent, in a maze, and
Style's blazing, Johnny Blaze, and Tony Starks in a daze, and
And Rhyming, my nigga Lou Diamond with Robert F
We like Meth to go and fuck with Noodles
Having them poodles on the lockdown: buying me
Amarettos, and chew-ables, smacking pharmecuetical
Rap niggas on dust, and woos
Yo, I told you, some killed, robbed, and fold
The goal's untold, fuck it, it beats parole
So stroll marvelous, soul controller
Of the whole globe, god damn I got it sewn, and yo
What up wop? pop the suitcase high, and we can talk
You can walk out the fucking building, and get caught
{*loading clip*} Save the fully inflatable, rap relatable
{*gunfire*} Drug relatable, niggas here to play with you
A hundred dollar Rotweiler, go to spot sellers
Guns and Glocks, for them niggas who got props
Off top, jail niggas get mad bigger, and yo
Mail a guy about a hundred pictures
Word to moma, this rap wonder rhymer team, got drama
{*loading clip*} Comma, plus smoke realize marijuana
Chef may resign to boat across the Verrazano
{*gunfire*} Immaculate, bust off; my gun's so accurate
And get cream, in the cuisine of Queens, I told you
Money skated with night beams, and two rings

[Interlude: Raekwon, Ghostface Killah]
Raekwon: Crazy fat, man I'm getting ready to do this shit
{*Tire screech*} Ghostface: Sniff mad shit
{*Crash*} Raekwon: Man, niggas know not to step on this shit

[Verse Two: Ghostface Killah]
Who's the knucklehead, wanting respect?
Chop his fingers in the drug game, money well-known
Lead singer, humdinger, flash is the aftermath, here's his photograph
Run up in his lab, take off the mask Chas, and think fast
Don't laugh, bag the cash, grab the hash, don't forget his stash
Grab the tear gas, and place it in his face fast
At full blast {*Car zooming by*}
{*Sirens commence*} Then skate, to the next gate, further upstate
I heard they got, crazy weight, bagged up by the cakes, in
Crates like disco breaks, yo, look out for Jakes!
Give it all it takes, let's burn the place, before we motivate {*Sirens silence*}
Yo, Blake, niggas don't fake, rape his mate
If the bitch scream, for God's sake, grab the grey tape
It's by the plate, with the blow crushed up with the flakes
Killer snakes, four bodies, found floating in lakes
Drug related paper talking about the kids who didn't make it
Hits without a trace, never seen