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f/ Raekwon
"Everywhere I turn, I see, your face..." [Intro: Raekwon] |
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Yeah, motivate, motivate, from the gate, ya'll
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Yeah, aiyo, aiyo, aiyo
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[Raekwon]
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And we the Gods, still tear the whole hood apart
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Darts that'll splatter through faces, taste niggaz hearts
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I'm intellectual, plus professional
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And Walbaums to vegetables
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Shit is right here, like buyin' fly gear
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Dare any white man or fan nigga, ran through niggaz
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Blew shotties in niggaz lobbies, the grand RZA
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We left, the radio broke, I yoke my vocals, hittin' green smoke
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Allah Math', show me when the needle broke
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Numb the whole crowd up, stupid ass Loud fouled up
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Never knew what they had, now they proud of us
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Picture my vision, precision, lines jumpin' out of commission
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Divine got me, nigga, the boss, he pop me
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Rae, we gotta generate, lord, I feel the Ditech, the mildew
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Buy jets and vehicles, steal a little
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Wrap up the whole rap government
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[Method Man]
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Go head, ya'll floss wit it
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Walk wit, I slap your boss wit it
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Navy blue, New York fitted, I'm cold frost bitted
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Two puffs and off wit it
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You smell the herb, 'fore I lit the spots its forfeit it
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Blocks is hot, feel the shot from fourth/fifth it
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With no regard for your boulevard, just the shit bag and bullet scar
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It's the Riddler, riddle me this, riddle me that
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Who the pretender? And who the door man that let them enter?
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The Wu-Tang, 36 Cham', what you smokin'?
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Got you in the game chokin', like Van Gundy coachin'
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Your street team, bunch of weaklings
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Don't ever let me catch your reachin'
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Respect when a grown man is speakin'
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Shh, keep on sleepin', and just like TLC, I keep on "creepin"
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The five percent of ya'll, keep on teachin'
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The heat seakin', missile official, that got issues
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Like Funk Doc got snot tissue, it's Hott Nikkels
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"Everywhere I turn, I see, your face, but you're never there"
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[Method Man]
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Shh... shit ain't over..
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Okay, now, same shit, different day, grindin', gettin' paid
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Self at it, automatic, guns that spit and spray
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Gotta have it, ass grab it, time to slip and weight
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Godbody, House your Party, watch the Kid N Play
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Ya'll gon' make me go postal, up in this muthafucka house
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Full of bloodsuckers and hoes that love hustlers
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Roll that izza, pour me another kizza
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Bigga, to my nigga, so drunk they can't get up
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Shotguns through nose, hot ones through foes
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Let the herb spots run til the cops come, suppose
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I was just another stick in the mud, on a Saturday
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Thinkin', how I'mma get the fifth in the club
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See my crew thick, everyday I fights to prove it
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We comes undisputed, with batteries included
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Honey's "bee" like Meth, I be like what?
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They want some free cd's, I'm like "see these" nuts
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[Outro: Method Man]
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If ya'll muthafuckas gettin' high tonight, say all right, haha
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If ya'll muthafuckas gettin' drunk tonight, say all right, haha
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It be Tical, ok, haha, yeah, yeah, ok
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It be Tical, ok, haha, yeah.. |
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