Raekwon - Butter Knives Lyrics
[Kung-fu sample:]They say he's a swordsman [x2][Intro: Raekwon]Back to that fly shit, Silicone Valley good shit, right here, boyMore money on this rhyme right here, boyTake ya'll back to the front of the mutha*****ing 1-6-Ooh shitYo, lord, that first Wu shitYou know what it is, it's that mutha*****ingSpecial made, high powered, special made forcesWhat up what up what up, aiyo, aiyo[Raekwon:]Chef that fly with a meat cleaver, swing on a young niggaSmack flames at him, no gun neitherLeave him with a bump, what the *****("They say he's a swordsman") Get that little, niggaWho give a ***** if he's a swordsman, I'm a gunman, I run from nothingChain came from rent days and pumpingWire cell with valors on, drawers is colorfulI do this, forever nigga, raw styleLighting Phillies, fly by willies, can't come throughUnless your vehicle three hundred chain, sillyLaying in the park with the killas, the coupes, the villainsNo rims, we just ball for the millionsThe emperor of slang lords, kings get clapped in they domeGet your throne rushed, and I ain't got a gun onHigh power ninjas who touch you, lay a gun onDrinking with the best of the hustling[Chorus: Raekwon]I got butter knives, like you got butter knivesCome through huddling, run through the spot thirty timesAll my niggas old school robbers, do what it doI got a sixty-two, a black pair of gogglesFila approachers, the Bee Hives, the vultures and the roastersCan't come through with cedar toastersIt's going down, only in the townYour heart get tested, and gunplay is only an investment[Raekwon:]Flying shooters, eyewear rugersStars and swords in front of the building, five thousand studentsCocaine cops they know him ("They say he's a swordsman")You already know that, manDiamoned up, double O sevens, come through, 1-8-7Back to the Hill in a second, yeahSons jump in front of them bullets, push me up in the bulletStay cool, I got shit, where ya weapon?Hurricane slammers, earthquake clips and cannonsBack of the building, with the jammersLive well, eat well, welcome to the Terror-dome, sleep wellWho don't like beefing? Keep shellsI flow with the souls of sharks and criminals in they heartPlay parts of this in detailWell carried mannered, blampers, ninjas black downPop up on spots and vanished ("They say he's a swordsman")[Chorus: Raekwon]I got butter knives, like you got butter knivesCome through huddling, run through the spot thirty timesAll my niggas old school robbers, do what it doI got a sixty-two, a black pair of gogglesFila approachers, the Bee Hives, the vultures and the roastersCan't come through with cedar toastersIt's going down, only in the townYour heart get tested, and gunplay is only an investment[Outro: Raekwon (kung-fu sample)]Get down, Lord!(They say he's a swordsman!)
