Raekwon - You Might Die Lyrics
[Raekwon:]Yo, at night time, reflection from the muralFederal bureau with ikes, did it all our livesWe Swiss bankers, cream making in AustraliaFloss whales, we live, men, plus the son of the MahaliasGold plated horse with the wooden face, catch me up graceIceberg blanket, Queen Cheeba sheetsThe Giganti's, paparazzi nazi, elbow moneyInvisible glaciers, laying over rastasLet the stars know, the crescent is the blessingWe came here to show and prove, make moves, for every dollar in the grooveRhymes that's imported, wore platinum kitchens and shitNiggas gave *****es, most got extorted[Doo Wop:]Yo, aqua swiss iceberg wrist, the chocolate swiss missLove the Spanish kid, with the Starburst twistMarvelous, with the '59, 50 fitteds, matching the kicksThat's crispier than Saint Nicolas fishDo take, niggas slipping the disk, Wop and Rae world premiere shitLike Sermon and Smith, homey, my sermom is swiftI got them powerful verse, that ifThis was a church, the'll give a cripple person a liftAnd now he crip walking, I ain't just talkingI do this thing often, ask Kenyon MartinLast week, I gave his chain a boneAnd told him, take this with you to Boston (the kid's awesome)[Chorus x2: Raekwon]From every borough to borough, every castle to castleWe connect, put it down, and we ask youReal niggas rapidly past you, mumbling, come onStanding right in front of the building, son, nigga, you might die[Doo Wop:]Yo, I came across the Verrazano, to polly with Mr. Polly, himselfPlus I need a pair of wally's with the cheddar meltGoat snake skin to coincide with the beltIt's doe or die, baby, like Sosa, hold your penny up high[Raekwon:]Aiyo, inkless colorless Aston, toast, nigga, postOne of the finest made taylors to sowMy medicine's growth, young popes, greatest of all timeSpoke, who drove off, had sixty horses on postIt's automatic magic, thirty kangolsUnderstand, fabric spray at faggots, closeThe legacy's dying, fakers approach, hit him with the hater soapClap at your gators and snatch your hoe[Doo Wop:]It's the 2 double 0 3, version of the Cold CrushAnd Force MC's, I'm bout to force mc'sTo get their weight up, yo Rae, I'm a DJ, and I'm still tellingRap cats, to step they game up, ain't that some shit, playa?[Interlude: Raekwon]Hahaha, yeah bulletproof armor tank shit, niggaP-9 material only, real niggas, Sing Sing styleWord up[Chorus x2]
