Raekwon - State Of Grace Lyrics
(feat. RZA)[Intro: Tony Montana "Scarface" sample]It's those guys, manIt's the *****ing bankers, the politiciansThey the ones, don't wanna make coke illegalSo they can make the *****ing moneyAnd then they get the *****ing votesYou fighting the bad guys, they the bad guys![Intro: RZA (Raekwon)]Trash... yes!(And close the *****ing door, man) Wu-Tang!(*****ing idiots, man) Aiyo, Chef, bodododododododododododo....(Stand... shit man, ***** these mother*****ers, come on, man)Nigga what![Raekwon]CREAM vanquish, my queen keeps it's stainlessCracks and Brussels, screwing everything famousLove to hustle, my ring, call it big UranusCats that scuffle, crawl on you and break fingersThat's what's up, some saw me in them bone rangersMe and my homey, we bought like forty things upLong as you owe me, you won't get a damn thing, sonShoot off your kangol, while you in the plane, frontingStop, admire me, ya'll should of fired meCause when I come back, it's me and my diaryNone of that bullshit, few men got tired of meMy niggaz is wrong, they hated, and they lied to meExplain the saga, ***** yo, your chain liver***** the blinging, have my money by five, to meYa'll 'pose to bring it, ***** you and your whole varietyI'm bringing my hammers, I beat it like, five to three[Chorus: Raekwon]Jealous ass niggaz can't see they man prosperThey'd rather see me in a broke down *****in' MazdaDon't disrespect me, son, you will get popped upMy resume's off the hook, now, check mi casaYeah, call it, what you wanna call itMy bread is larger, nigga, you can never spoil itThought you was loyal, now a nigga can't support youBlastin' you up, and off me, now you look rewarded[Raekwon]What's that smell? Rat piss and possum ********** don't yell, I'm not impressed, don't push meI'm back with some haters, they wipe shit and blast pussies upBloody ya blazer, take all your man cush weedYeah, I'm coming just to claim a titleRap is boring, niggaz need another idolWhen I'm gone, just let off like forty riflesAiming at rappers, biting off the God's bibleI destroy you, lyrically, I spit oilThis is war, you can never escape, conioYa'll some lamesters, never seen a yard soiledWhen it's on, now we gon' see who's loyalYeah, yeah, I'm coming, yo, to get it from youPlace that crown in the garbage, or you sitting onA few things mattered, you was just a corner donThat got shot dead like Malcolm in the Audubon[Chorus]
