Raekwon - We Will Rob You Lyrics
(feat. Slick Rick, Masta Killa & GZA)[kung fu sample:]Who the hell teaches you kung fu?Your master must be an ignorant idiot as wellNah kid, but I'm a give you one them old Raekwon crime jointsFeel me? We will, we will...We will, we will - here we go[Raekwon:]Well it was late one night, walking through the parkWith my leathered down coat and wallabee ClarksGetting my step on, big shit, big six, big wristSo much excitement in the air, I was crispMoney suitcase, Louis joint (yo, Rae, I'm a get some shit just like yours!)Go make it happen, black God and get richSaw the D's fly by, in a New Yorker, yup, tints and shitThey made a right on me, them last two dicksKnow I seen 'em, Max loaded, jog right back to the carThey spun around again and blast they shitsI dropped a Backwood, a puff and then a 6-4-5You'se a live nigga, you almost smashed yo shitI'm a don my way out the *****, moving through the carNice and slow, two hoodies on and a golden pitNigga had a white eye, they both blacked downWhat's the clown shit for? The dog jumped in the whipIt was a trained one, wops pointed at me (yo, nigga, freeze)[GZA:]I told the Chef Raekwon, pump the breaksSlow it down, you know these C-Cypher Punks scanned your platesRelease the seatbelt off the shoulders, a mile aheadThen the vibe got a lot colder when the marksman said"Black niggas in the Jeep, get the ***** out the car""Put your hands where my eyes can see or suffer a scar"He was a veteran, who kept, pepper spray in the cannisterDonut shop lounger, thirty eight brandisherOn top of that, the blunt smoke just rang a bellOf his bloodhound who had an acute sense of smellBeef tripping, saliva dripping from razor sharp teethThat was pointy as the daggers of the Indian ChiefsSame cops known for exorting pimps and booking whoresAimed glocks at me and Rae, cause they was looking forA few MC's wanted for a string of break-insLast seen, wearing long minks and snakeskins[Chorus: Slick Rick]We will, we will, rob youWe will, we will, glock youWe will, we will, what? who? (not you)Here we go...[Masta Killa:]You know my Clan done ran from Japan to AtlantaWith stamina, peace to Chef, Mr. MethMove it on your left, with the Iron Lung breathGhostface Kill', U-G I'llDeck so real, Dr. Ason Unique, the medicAhh, Allah Just, The Abbott, ya'll niggas can't forget itYou might catch a Cap if your shit ain't StreetAllah Mathematics make the cypher completeSee knowledge is the foundation of existenceTo know starts the spark of the flowWisdom activation of the Nation movingWise words, show and prove or understand the 13 lettersAnd the Masta, culture be the way of lifeFreedom is reward, who will pay the price for the powerSpending hour after hour, preparing his selfFor the hour, now look how refinedWhen the mind and body is one, every part of meSupreme equality, manifest the nature of selfG-O-D, now build and add on to the truthDestroy the bullshit, born incomplete
