Raekwon - King Of Kings (feat. Havoc) Lyrics
f/ Havoc[Intro: Havoc (Raekwon)]Let's go (Yeah, nigga)Good lookin' Rae that's what I'm talkin' 'bout(It's all good don't worry about it)You feel what I'm sayin'? (Don't worry about it)Yeah (Word up, let's go)You know how we gotta come at this niggas, manYeah.. come on.. yo.[Havoc]Stuck, y'all like gum underneath my kicksBetter move little *****s when the heat I'll spitThe hammer clap like the ass on a meat-out chickDump clips like a trifflin' ass ***** to dropIf you short you're a chance in the boxBut I ain't lettin' you play with the guns in the club, I'm boothin' the oxGot my eyes on the ho's and I'm a peripheralGot you cowards poppin' that Moe', my hand on the 'istolWild out, have a ball, you could drink 'til you 'urlThought the Firewater was strong, the pound'll leave you curledon the floor, like a new born baby, GodWhat you mean "Is he dead?", what type of shit is leakin' out of his head?When you cowards see the drama and it come to a headI'm hittin' Rae up on the jacket, it ain't much to be saidIf it's on, go without sayin' somethin', deliverin'Visa verca, this is Havoc, baby, we those niggas (we those niggas)[Chorus 2X: Raekwon]All that money is us, now what's *****in' wit' us?Eh yo all around hungry, that's us and can't get nothin' get itEh yo all that money, all them niggasAll them shorties, everybody yell "All lovely"[Raekwon]I chop meat out ya face, Daddy, gladlyMad breeze on, rubberband currency and I splash ya visaYou know the code, yo caesar low straddlersFront Streets, cracks all in the front seat spazzin'Imperial wizards, StatenKnife game off the chain and I'm with four hundred with wagons yoLive wires, shoot darts for breadAny map, I assist that, I'm holdin' it, all niggas deadWhat? Battle for cake and ***** wizzesWe do it straight business, all mount ride, ain't no fake niggasReminisce, spit facesPissin' on the fake little swindler's list, Rae gave them niggas cakeBattle the gun, you're wildin'I might levitatate well, I might take ya shit, push up, stylin' itOxes, reefers, police need usThe regime of Shaolin with Queens re-up*****in' with the poisonous handRemember y'all, no commercial, I hurt you, yo go get ya mans[Chorus 2X][Raekwon]Eh yo select me, Gucci sneaker recipeNot the S dot Carters, no disrespect but respect meOne of the top five gangstas aliveMy element is just the Elliott Ness, niggas who hideYo I ran from some niggas that was policeThese niggas heard about me bringin' marked money in, I had the whole EastI've been the greatest, been flippin' the latestSomethin' like the new haggler on the Ave., ham it up, pullin' hazeAnd all the young niggas praise meIt's like the talent of the Six Million Dollar Man, 'yana paceCome on, banana squeeze, aim at these CaravansHeard he had his man and that ugly Keish'Comin' from a galaxy of hood, hard real people gettin' ki's***** wit' the media, it's all good[Chorus 2X]