Lyrics:
to Uptown, yeah, they gonna know me now
I'm up in the kitchen cooking up some hot shit
Just ask your boy Raekwon, he gon' tell you how I spit, yeah
Byata
Vaughn
Smash your nuts, just your nuts on a dresser like Raekwon
Doin' it for the culture, Cs up as this lyricism assault you
Like a Glock blast, in my
of La Costra Nostra
You can find me in the kitchen with me apron on
Something like the chef, yeah I get my Raekwon on
Joey the Mayor
I get Keys
words have passion
Arrest me for thinking, arrest me for smoking
Arrest me, arrest me for joking
Listen up, here we go raekwon, Parazitii
I feel
som trust (trust)
To že som inde, to je fakt (no)
V klube kúsky ľadu, šéf jako Raekwon (Raekwon)
Nebudem stáť vzadu, sadnem si na trón (na trón)
Pozri
it into easy rock
Just to stay Doug E. Fresh, all that shit to easy rock
Used to Chef Raekwon, give fiends a Ghostface
Y'all know my Forte, I just
it into easy rock
Just to stay Doug E. Fresh, all that shit to easy rock
Used to Chef Raekwon, give fiends a Ghostface
Y'all know my Forte, I just
like Rae, the chef Raekwon
The beats are filet mignon without the A1
Who bark like a pitbull, you? Bitch, please
I ate your favorite rapper's heart
thang
New thang clan, like Raekwon, I'm stupid, nigga
Dumb, dead, brazy, cray-cray, blind
But I still see in the dark, nigga
Dark nigga, Akon
I'm
Visual visual JB
Yo 'Ye whattup
Raekwon
You got stacks like the international house of pancakes
All alone ready to phone me and your hand
priests cant change me so fuck them
I aint a fucking nigger just frontin
so fuck you niggas who aint fuckin
Hook 2x
Verse 3: Ghostface and Raekwon
Jesus
cat we stomped out
Seen him at Eastern Parkway, to park (?)
- GOOD THING WE BROUGHT THE GLOCK
[Raekwon the Chef]
We in the spot where the money's
Methtical's in a jam on how dry I am
[Raekwon]
... with St. Ides in my system
crack another I'm blitzed, let's go hit the next one
Hang it over, the object is
[Raekwon]
Damn, your lovin got me tranked out, the handkerchief out
We walk the bank route
Shorty be careful with your link out
Miss Fendi girl,
Visual, visual
JB
Yo, Ye, what up?
Raekwon
You got stacks like the International House of Pancakes
All alone, ready to phone me in your handshakes
and they got tecs like Draymond
Chef like Raekwon
In the kitchen with napalm flame shit
Bad bitch with me gettin' her slay on
Let me in this bitch I'ma stay
On The Leaves
CREAM (Wu Tang Clan cover with Raekwon)
All Day all Day
The RZA, The GZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard
Inspectah Deck
Raekwon the Chef, U-God, Ghostface Killah
Masta Killa
And the Me yeah, yeah, come on, now, now
half a mil', gloves on
Fully dressed bitches watchin' them, with they snubs on
While I'm in the kitchen pretendin' to be Raekwon
Watchin' Rachael Ray
gold Raekwon first album
Nothing but a G thing like when Dre met Calvin
That's the type of shit I'm made of
That's the type of shit I'm made of
Yeah,
York with number one charts
Big was ahead of his time, him and Raekwon my niggas
But dig it, they couldn't get along
That's when Ghostface said it
got no alarm (for what?)
New Richard Mille on my arm (factory)
I'ma king, you a pawn (nigga)
I'm a legend, 2Pac, Biggie, Big Pun, Wu, Raekwon (I am)
tried at this
Cuban links on my neck and I just put a presidential on my wrist
This year you haters gonna acknowledge this
It's G-Rapo and Raekwon
thousand on the arms)
Son where you be? (Under palm trees stayin warm)
(Who you be?) Raekwon, who is you? (Amaz-on)
I'ma keep it (Compton) Staten ('til
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