Raekwon - Kiss The Ring Lyrics
(feat. Inspectah Deck, Masta Killa)[Intro: Raekwon w/ various others in background (Inspectah Deck)]Suga, come here, aiyo man, tell ya manHe better bring that *****ing money here tomorrow, manYou, walk up in the joint with me, manIt's all real, yo, what up son?Yo, hold the bottle, it's your night, nigga!It's your night! *bottles popping*Yeah, mad bottles! Playboy! We out of here, man(Step inside, kiss the ring - so salute, and toast to the best who done it){Give it up for the Wu-Tang Clan! }[Chorus x2: Inspectah Deck]When I step inside, kiss the ring, Wu FamiliaLa Cosa Nostra, it's our thingSo salute, and toast to the best who done itMurder rap shit, I spit, for the vets who love it[Raekwon:]By the time you read this letterYour head gon' fly off your shoulder for lyingAnd I'm a be in bed like holdersBlood from a horse on your spread, you tried to play me nowI'm coughing up, dough on your head, you just a babySee me in the flick as a Rick, I had to maybe with meAll these niggas stay in the 90's, getting richRick Ruler robe on with rings, walking to the throneFronting like I know I'm the king, I live alone thoughBuying up, China's Beemers, taking it to Simon's in MedinaOnly just to blind you and leave yaThese young boys is crafted with aim, I bought 'em allFly ranches, cause they all stand beside me with flamesRegardless, yo, to making the classic, you gon' witness some of the tacticsSome died, live in the actionA live general when he walk, if he died, then we slideNinety thou' in the coffin, and take the child[Chorus][Inspectah Deck:]Black Jesus, check my walk, check my talkLegend in the flesh and I rep New YorkCrowned king, been down to bang, I'm House GangKnockout specialist, in and out the ringGot dinner tables long as boats with old kitchensAnd Wu-Tang logos splashed on all the dishesYou know how I speaks the truth, how I teach the youthI'm an animal, I beast the boothBeen grinding, banging out for food to eatYour boy still eating good, check my new physiqueSince the world is mine, I'm a write my name on the cloudsSo that ol' yee faithful, can praise it and bow[Masta Killa:]Now he's an old Mafia don, from back whenHe managed to survive the game, ducking fameIt's how he maintained, the State of Grace, kept his lab lacedLadies of a fine taste, kept his place guardedWhile the young charted, found acquitted, all chargesAnd his heart loss and, marksmen take the contractFrom the contact, waiting for the right event, it all made senseHe left no prints on the weapon, and he was blastingCame home from prison stashing, still stackingHis whip still matching his kit, steel flashingHands quick, nice with his shit, three holy foodsDrops jewels, from a street corner level, young brother, I'm a rebelHere to instruct private soldiers to buck armsYa'll rap cats had your last win, toast the kingsIt's Wu-Tang, it's our thing, kiss the ring[Chorus x2]
