Bronze Nazareth - The Kings Sent For Me lyrics

[Raekwon:] Yo what up? Stop parking your rollers on the side of the street homey This is f**ing Chef, man This your brother Chef, man From Shaol-land You already know it's Shaolin, what goin' on? [Raekwon:] Back for vengeance, glocked up, drinkin’ Cîroc up Call it what you call it, I’ma call it some block stuff Used to flashing gats, double barrels that flips narrow Don’t even give it to Daryl then Hang with the monster mobsters All of them keep rockets on ‘em, ain’t no sense for the arguments Drugs and guns and dunns in every part of my plan’s done Hidin’ in my mansion, one year I’ma a Polo head, Polo with a Rover sober red Ridin’ with my n***as in Chicago, hold the lead my n***a ‘Cause it’s the bigger we get, the bigger you fall The bigger we sh**, check the wall full of scholars Bank robbers ankle gold joggers All my n***as quick to get off, poppin’ collars, kid It’s just a family status Don’t get sprayed up for f**in’ with the family cabbage [Hook - Bronze Nazareth:] Samuriders, scramble when I aim and toke Best believe I’ma flame your ankle with metal bolts From the flavors you taste when the rocks is quotes I’ma have a bronze [?] with all onyx scopes My hands stay clean without the soap When you see it’s us you feel the rush, the opposite of hope Slammin’ grammar wizard choke and the hammer hits the oak Slam a wiz that's cold, I deliver keys of coke [Kurupt:] He must be on meds and sh** I keeps one of those thangs that shreds your sh** Or did he forget the number of how many get hit? For f**in’ with real n***as, more money to get f** it, sandblast n***as like the Mojave Beef Mugabe I’ll be probably oddly Pushin’ down the street low key bucket and banger Front liners with me strictly, buckin’ and bangin’ Twistin’ the robbery, on missions soldiers Goblins know got steam brewin’ n***as like Folgers Fronkenstein, I’ma bubble away From triplin’ what a n***a made yesterday Before I start bustin’ a musket, ivory tusk handle on the hammer Trust me it must be Pentagon or nothing motherf**er I won’t tell you again Sand rider Samurider I’ma ride till the end [Hook] [Canibus:] Women are for f**ing, men are for fighting Who cares as long as they both bend over smiling Yo, I get muddy like Volkswagen offroad buggy Ladies love me, teddy bears and puppies Poisonous insects and animals in the stash house Lookin’ for cash, don’t put your hand in the couch Frodo Baggins escort the Komodo dragon Repeat rappin’, memorize the God's solo cla**ic Predator prowler, truth to power, gunpowder Plaid lumberjack flak jackets and cowboy trousers Ponderosa Ibuprofen, gasoline-soaked Mimosas Ocean spray Grey Goose dolphins Charles Bronson, Godzilla, Gulf of Tonkin Sponsored by the Luxor, the casino comped him The rat hunters cut his dick off last summer Flushed it down the toilet, sent it back to his mother [Hook] [Craig G:] Heartless, like war torn soldiers in Bosnia I was with his girl yesterday, ain’t have to Bill Cosby her Craig G, Can-I-Bus, Rae, Kurupt Antiseptic on beats, you ain’t low spray your guts What? Cover it up with a Band Aid Damn straight you’ll never come close when we mandate These verbal executions, fittin’ MCs necks for nooses Catch him as he cops a few loosies I literally and figuratively shoot fifths True sh**, a way to lose quick Is to cross me, leave a body cold in these warm streets Hop off stage punch him in the face hop back on beat Hold New York, 42nd Street was for dope fiends Triple feature Kung Fu flicks and other coke schemes Orange boxcutters, and [?] It’s different now it’s easy to act tough from a safe place [Hook]