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Song title:
Raekwon - Knowledge God
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Intro: raekwon, ghostface *sniff* *drumbeat* *long sniff* Plug, *sniff* word yo *snort* word yo, *s-snort* youknowhatimsayin? *sniff* you know, you know we had the baddest motherfuckin *long sniff* unit back in the days, kid! No doubt, no doubt, I know that son, I know that You know that, you know what Im sayin? I miss all my niggaz, though, believe me And Ill never forget none of them Word up, word up Stovetop, roofside, you know what Im sayin I had these motherfuckin, all these wild-ass niggaz man You know what Im sayin, lb? Yeah yeah yeah yeah Shit is wild overall, youknowhatimsayin god? Yeah yeah yeah yeah Word up, youknowhatimsayin? You know how we do, word up So you let my shit go on the count of three, though Youknowhatimsayin? Verse one: raekwon Fake niggaz throw shit in they drinks Club nights we snatch linx politic, africans and chinks While world of sport niggaz snort coke by the seconds Niggaz projects filled with fiends injectin Morphine, the God seen more cream, and upstate Cousin reek, almost got hit with fourteen Chill pah, the godll be a star when you come home Light bones and let you rock my 3g stone So, see cousin, yo I was workin, cats Im jerkin And uptown these niggaz actin like they hurtin Keys twenty-four a brick Columbians be on some bullshit, thats why poppy got hit Stay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in june By the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cats room Skeyed up, weed the fuck up, to top it off Look beat up, with two crack fiends huggin your seed up I took care of that, though, but dont worry bout it I got your back though Chorus: raekwon Yo whys my niggas always yellin that broke shit Lets get money son, now you wanna smoke shit Chill god, yo the son dont chill allah Whats todays mathematic son? knowledge god Verse two: raekwon Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in gravesmere Hit a store owner named mike lavonia Italiano, slanted-eyed bangin them fat milano Selling coke right out the bottle Sometime, a nigga brought nines to test with minds Crazy peace, buying keys in greece Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures Condo with his chick, rockin the gold vigor Mafia flicks, tyin up tricks was his main hobby Teachin his seed, wu-tang karate Mixin drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks Night time rollin with spics Extra live, he claimed he couldnt die, top rank Took sixteen shots in his fist to bank And his pet piranha, he named him marijuana Smokin ganja, callin his weed paisandra Claimin new york was ancient babylon Where the sky stayed the color of grey, like her-on I cant front though, truck loads of indo Soon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-hoe Chorus 2x *pause* Chorus Outro: raekwon Yeah uh huh, uh huh, miami niggaz Word up, show your love Yeah yall, yeah yall, yeah Word up, london, europe, africa Word up, the fifty-two states, yeah Catch me later, word up, yeah, yeah About to make moves and slide like grease Moves and slide like grease Moves
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