Raekwon - I Recall Lyrics
(feat. Tek & Steele)[Chorus x3: sample]I remember, I recallI remember, I recallI remember, I recallI remember, all you said[Raekwon:]Aiyo, yes sir, everything's a blessing, let the cess' splurgeSpill it in your hand, and let the s's turnYou got them wild style goons in the room, with nothing but coupesAnd Pumas on, rugged beards, mean underwearFly in the day, high by night, money rightSolidified gangsta with his paintbrush writingCatch me off Lenox, Spanish dip, vintage shitFloating in the open, niggas smoking that shit, you know[Tek:]Vanilla envelopes of cess, 20 bags of blessPissy drunk, in the project stepsThrowing dice, til the sun come out, guns come outTrains through the 151 come outThen it's back on the block, I'm running from the cops againThe old heads love me, asking when I'm gonna stop againBut, you know the law of the streetsHow we gon' dick the freaks and what we do over beats, *****[Chorus x2][Steele:]Yessa yessa, rap is under pressureHad me, had 'em, hungry hoody, wearing hoods, come getchaFour fetcha, eat tracks, Hannibal LecterKeep gats, Tony Jaa, still, I'm The ProtectorStreet speak, reach peeps, treat peeps aggressiveSmif-N-Wessun, Chef connection, nothing less than perfectionPeace number 7, God Degree's the lessonEquality's the evanescense for my peeps in the essence[Raekwon:]Fresh mohawk, run up in the gun store, blow offJump in the couple, sled range, my dame blow offBamboo need for the go, it's like chillyDon't be silly, my niggas pop wheelies for dough[Tek:]I tell you the first time, I ever laid hands on a *****Smack Earth, Wind & Fire out of jazz, *****That's when niggas learned to respect my armyRespect my gun and recognize me as a don[Steele:]Listen, I tell no lies, spread no rumorsHave your whole family smothered, taking me for humor[Tek:]Get your laugh from elsewhere, your bricks from right hereYou bleed just like I bleed, so it's no fear[Raekwon:]Aiyo, flatten niggas, what's happening, rap niggas from StatenGat chunky nine, bullets sitting in napkinReady to pop your lid off, lay low in ManhattanStop fronting, buttons get pressed, we jabbed 'em, tagged 'em[Chorus]
