Raekwon The Chef

Raekwon The Chef - Wu Gambinos

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And in our line of work  we need all the help we can get
 Tony Wind is the name  he works for a drug ring in Central America
 Who wants to kill him?
 No information  say yes or no
 One point five million
 Alright  you get what you want    money's no object
 They're all clean  no serial numbers  untraceable
 And there are explosive head bullets  in the clip

 [Raekwon  Ghostface  (Method)]

 Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here come the cop man
 Yo Starks come here, come here Sun
 Come here for a minute!
 Aiyyo aiyyo hold up hold up
 Shit we gotta go to the store for more baking soda
 Yo yo yo get your fuckin, yo this made of glass nig!
 Get your big Adidas off my moms table man!
 Get the fuck off it man.
 Yo just chill man, pass the Cristal man.
 Niggaz is greedy man, damn.
 Big ass shits.
 Yo man you ain't smoking none of that weed in here man.
 Chill man.

 Bobby Steels
 Somebody go to the store man
 Sup kid?
 Get that baking soda.
 (Yo!) Let's cut the pie five ways
 (Noodles) We came off with two mil kid
 Fast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt coming through)
 La cosa nostra
 (Johnny Blaze!)
 (Lou Diamonds!)
 Represent kid.
 (Tony Starks)
 Universal frontier
 (Original blood claat bad bwoys)

 Chorus: Method Man

 Who come to get you? None. They want guns!
 I be the first to set off shit, last to run
 Wu roll together as one
 I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one

 Verse One: Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze

 Check it
 Scriptures hit the body like sawed off shotties
 Like my hair notty and my nosepiece snotty
 Fuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably
 Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real
 Ain't nuttin fraudulent here, we pioneer
 Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah
 Thirty-six chambers of fear, huh, you lost it
 Information leakin out your faucets, hmmmmm
 Time to forfeit your crown and leave the ground
 There's a new sheriff in town holdin it down
 It's the two holster, shit shot smoker
 Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster
 Wild in the West, a student of my culture
 And life is the test, hold up
 Let a nigga catch his breath, we still payin dues
 And the last one is death, back to the essence
 With that shit you stressin, this rap profession
 Now peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin
 Isle plus my style, Criminology pays
 The last times and days, Johnny fuckin Blaze

 Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou Diamonds

 This goes for niggaz who know
 Wu will grow like llello, ley no
 Plus coolin in Barbados
 Ricaans be givin me much shit, the dutch shit
 Stay cool papi, seize it with enough shit
 Back at the lab a, crack's bagged up
 Yo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if they hafta
 Senoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin guards margaritas
 Suckin his dick, up in the whip long
 Designed for rhyme prime nigga jail time jiggas
 Them niggaz up in Height figures bitin niggaz
 Silks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain yeah
 Jakes beware black rap millionaires
 Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin this year
 One eight hundred gambino niggaz yeah

 Wu roll together as one
 I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one

 Verse Three: RZA, a.k.a. Bobby Steels

 Solid gold crown is shinin
 Solid gold, check it Sun yo
 Solid gold crown be shinin and blindin like some diamonds
 I be pioneerin the style in the cloud with silver linings
 Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected
 The heart the rib cage the chest and solar plexus
 Castin stones, crackin two-hundred and six bones
 And watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone
 How dare you approach it with dim pones
 The overfiend like noah bean green souls with a soldier mean
 The grand exquisite imperial wizard oh is it
 The Ryzarector come to pay your ass a visit
 Local bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general
 Lickin shots to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial
 Happen millenium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin
 goes up your adrenalin son it's time for boutin
 It's a mileage resemblin niggaz who like followin
 Trapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle

 Verse Four: Master Killer

 God steppin forth upon holy down of the track
 It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack
 So I decided to bite down on the mic
 So the pain of the track won't deny the fact
 That I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an expert
 That hurts the individual who tries to visual-ize under
 Cuz I strike, like thunder
 Niggaz couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable
 My wisdom fucks up your respiratorial
 Systems are fractured by the killa tactics
 Style is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged
 Enter the entity, my vicinity
 Is three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity
 Represent the school of hard knocks and glocks my
 Clan is hoss and got mad moss for blocks so
 Feel the force of impact from the iron side of
 The gat as I attack the track
 From the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome
 Watch a nigga get blown out his muthafuckin dome
 piece, deceased, laid to rest


 Verse Five: Ghostface Killer, a.k.a. Tony Starks

 Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room
 Holdin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom
 Full moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath
 Sold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef
 So step back, to the lab at, high velocity
 My teammate, enhance cells well like a pharmacy
 Fuck horado pablos plan growas bravo
 Goodfellas we know, best sellas become novels
 The man rockin head bands, silk scarves and jams
 Early 80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams
 The laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies
 Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's
 Remember them kids that came off with 8 million
 Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavillions
 Them flower heads must have been stupid
 Tell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid
 That's jet money, undaground money
 Submarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies

 Cosa cosa, come on
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