Chorus - (One) gun go off, showin' everything is lost (Two) hold between me and you, these the rules, c'mon (Three) yo, we gotta stand together to take
[Intro: Raekwon] What's up Big Chris? Goin to the store to get the papers. *echoes* Got ya, a little love on this one here. Huh! *laughs* Word on. Word
It feel hot, it feel feel hot at night and shit like the sun ain't even out Yo the sun don't shine nobody, knowhatI'msayin? Lyrics: Raekwon Yeah
stay, give me one day Baby, baby, don't, run away, come see me Some day, I'll be right, here today, just give me love, Rae. [Raekwon] To my hood, I'm
[Raekwon] Moet got me actin like a fuckin goat in here Yo god, remember back in the days god? When we came a long way and shit, man? (No question) Supposed
Yeah yeah I'm tired of doing this shit Aight word aight I'm a set it Tell me how you feel man Yo son check the fly shit son Sup cousin how you doin'?
it Come here man, what the fuck I...(banging) Like that nigga, give me that man You dead on this purple tape nigga you dead on that Fuck outta here (gun cock) Raekwon
Straight up, c'mon Bub, I need you man Yo, Straight up y'all Yo Ghost I love you man You know how we do this right here We do this for our family See
[Raekwon] Call me the flyest jewel thief in the town jewelry nympho with info All I need is three hold me down where the joints at chill Its one big
Son Go ahead man, I'm dying go ahead Hold that shit Son Yo, go ahead go ahead, nigga try to assassinate me man... Intro: Raekwon the Chef It's
that (first you got to work your way up to 500, cedigo) Ok, what I did for you guys in Freedomtown, what was that? [Raekwon] Return of the kitchen kid
"I told you a long time ago you fuckin' little monkey not to fuck me" "Hey hey, who the fuck you think you going for huh?" "Who the fuck you think I am
all throw scramblers and they cut ya' Jamaica yep Bahamas And we honor everything Homage Looking Guyanese in Ghana Detroit saying go head do your thing boy Puerto Rico come on through Raekwon
Friday nigga What's the word? You got something for me I'ma see you in 2 seconds Right, yo pull my Rover on the side Right there man police coming man
you wanna be when you grow up You wanna be thugs You wanna be pranksters You wanna sell drugs You wanna be gangsters Thats what silly boys are made of Raekwon
and shut you down on some real shit Till the Chef be like (Chill, kid) That's word to Abola Perrione, dem not know who they deal wit Chef Banks, uh-huh
it like it's marble cake Know what I'm sayin'? Yeah yeah yeah yeah Check it, yo, yo, yo, yo Stand on the block Reebok gun cocked Avalanche rock get paid off mass murderous services Chef
Wu-Tang school method against me? I've learned so many styles, forgive me) Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef a.k.a. Lou Diamonds Sit back relax, fake
