Havoc - King of Kings lyrics

[Intro: Havoc (Raekwon)] Let's go (Yeah, n***a) Good lookin' Rae that's what I'm talkin' 'bout (It's all good don't worry about it) You feel what I'm sayin'? (Don't worry about it) Yeah (Word up, let's go) You know how we gotta come at this n***as, man Yeah.. come on.. yo [Havoc] Stuck, y'all like gum underneath my kicks Better move little f**s when the heat I'll spit The hammer clap like the a** on a meat-out chick Dump clips like a trifflin' a** b**h to drop If you short you're a chance in the box But I ain't lettin' you play with the guns in the club, I'm boothin' the ox Got my eyes on the ho's and I'm a peripheral Got you cowards poppin' that Moe', my hand on the 'istol Wild out, have a ball, you could drink 'til you 'url Thought the Firewater was strong, the pound'll leave you curled On the floor, like a new born baby, God What you mean "Is he dead?", what type of sh** is leakin' out of his head? When you cowards see the drama and it come to a head I'm hittin' Rae up on the jacket, it ain't much to be said If it's on, go without sayin' somethin', deliverin' Visa verca, this is Havoc, baby, we those n***as (we those n***as) [Hook 2X: Raekwon] All that money is us, now what's f**in' wit' us? Eh yo all around hungry, that's us and can't get nothin' get it Eh yo all that money, all them n***as All them shorties, everybody yell "All lovely" [Raekwon] I chop meat out ya face, Daddy, gladly Mad breeze on, rubberband currency and I splash ya visa You know the code, yo caesar low straddlers Front Streets, cracks all in the front seat spazzin' Imperial wizards, Staten Knife game off the chain and I'm with four hundred with wagons yo Live wires, shoot darts for bread Any map, I a**ist that, I'm holdin' it, all n***as dead What? Battle for cake and f** wizzes We do it straight business, all mount ride, ain't no fake n***as Reminisce, spit faces Pissin' on the fake little swindler's list, Rae gave them n***as cake Battle the gun, you're wildin' I might levitatate well, I might take ya sh**, push up, stylin' it Oxes, reefers, police need us The regime of Shaolin with Queens re-up f**in' with the poisonous hand Remember y'all, no commercial, I hurt you, yo go get ya mans [Hook 2X] [Raekwon] Eh yo select me, Gucci sneaker recipe Not the S dot Carters, no disrespect but respect me One of the top five gangstas alive My element is just the Elliott Ness, n***as who hide Yo I ran from some n***as that was police These n***as heard about me bringin' marked money in, I had the whole East I've been the greatest, been flippin' the latest Somethin' like the new haggler on the Ave., ham it up, pullin' haze And all the young n***as praise me It's like the talent of the Six Million Dollar Man, 'yana pace Come on, banana squeeze, aim at these Caravans Heard he had his man and that ugly Keish' Comin' from a galaxy of hood, hard real people gettin' ki's f** wit' the media, it's all good [Hook 2X]