Raekwon - Incarcerated Scarfaces Lyrics
Intro: [lp version]He looks determined without being ruthlessSomething heroic in this man, theres a courage about himDoesnt look like a killerComes across so calm, acts like he has a dreamFull of passionYou dont trust me huh?Well you know whyI do, were not supposed to trust anyone in our profession anywayIntro two: raekwon the chefKnock niggaz out the box all the time*****es on my mother*****in records pahBig ones, yeah, big *****ersStraight up, ***** your whole teamYeah bust itYo, yo, fly g.i. niggazChorus: raekwon the chefNow yo yo, whattup yo, time is runnin outIts for real though, lets connect politic - ditto!We could trade places, get lifted in the staircasesWord up, peace incarcerated scarfacesVerse one: raekwon the chefThug related style attract millionsFans, they understand my planWhos the kid up in the green land?Me and the rza connect, blow a fuse, you loseHalf-ass crews get demolished and bruisedFake be frontin, hourglass heads niggaz be wantinShuttin down your slot; time for pumpinPoisonous sting which thumps up and act chumpsRaise a heavy generatorBut yo, guess whos the black trump?Dough be flowin by the hoursWu, we got the collars, scholarsWord life, peace to power and my whole unitWord up! quick to set it, dont wet itReal niggas lick shots, peace kineticChorusVerse two: raekwon the chefChefll shine like marble, rhyme remarkableReal niggaz raise up, spend your money, argueBut this time is for the uninvitedGo head and rhyme to it, big nigga mics is gettin firedMorphine chicks be burnin like chlorineNiggaz recognize from here to baltimore to fort greeneBut hold up, moet be tastin like throw-upMy mob roll up, dripped to death whips rolled upYa never had no wins, slidin in these dens wit timbsWit mac-10s and broke friendsYa got guns, got guns too, what up son, doYou wanna battle for cash and see who sun too?I probably wax, tax, smack rap niggaz who faxNiggaz lyrics is wack niggaCant stand unofficial, wet tissue, blank bustin scud misslesYou rollin like trump, you get your meat lumpedFor real, its just slang rap democracyHeres the policy, slide off the ring, plus the wallabeesCheck the status, soon to see me atCaesars palace eatin saladsWe beatin mics and the keys to dallasI move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sellFrom where we at to my mans cellFrom staircase to stage, minimun wageBut soon to get a article in rappageBut all I need is my house, my gat, my acBank account fat - its goin down like thatAnd pardon the french but let me speak italianBlack stallion, dwellin on shaolinThat means the island of statenAnd niggaz carry gats and mad police from manhattanChorusVerse three: raekwon the chefI do this for barber shop niggaz in the plazaCatchin asthma, rae is stickin gun-flashersWell-dressed, skatin through the projects wit big onesBroke elevators, turn the lights out, stick oneUpstairs, swithc like a chameleonHip brazilians, pass the cash or leave your childrenLeave the buildinNiggas, yo they be foldin like envelopes under pressureLike lou farigno on cokeYo, africans denyin niggaz up in yellow cabsMusty like funk, wavin they arms, the arabsSit back, coolin like kahluas on rocksOn the crack spots, rubberband wrapped on my knotsYou *****es who ***** dreds on sudafeds*****s hurtin, they did it for a yard for the fedsWord up cousin, nigga, I seen itLike a 27-inch zenith - believe it!Chorus...politic ditto...get lifted in the staircases
