Various Artists - Can It Be All So Simple (Remix) lyrics

[Skit] [Raekwon] Yo hold up, let me talk to this cat Yo kid, what up Starks? what up? (What's going on, wha**up? wha**up baby?) Ayyo yo, I just seen this kid over there, over there right over there by your building and sh** I know he ain't down with your team (Who?) I dunno, some skinny looking big-head n***a, youknowwhatI'msayin (He ain't making no sales though) Yo son I just seen five fiends around a n***a son (f** it, lets do what we gotta do) f** it, lets go over there, I'mma show you this n***a Come on come on, right over there, there you go, right there (That cat?) Word up, I'm right behind you [Ghostface k**ah] Ayyo kid, what the f** is you doing man, huh? Huh (Who the f** you talking to) I'm talking to you (You ain't talking to me) The f** you talking about? Open your hand, what the f** is that in your hand man? (sounds of Ghost slapping the kid) What the f** I say? This is my sh**, grab that n***a, grab that n***a (Why Why why?) Come here! (Sounds of gunshots) Move son! move son! oh sh**! oh sh**! oh sh** yo Yo I'm hit, yo son I'm hit, I'm hit, I'm hit (damn son, you bleeding son, bad) Ayyo, grab this, grab this, take this, take this I'm going over to the God's house, go ahead before the cops come, go ahead, go ahead son, man f** that n***as try to a**a**inate me man [Verse 1: Ghostface k**ah] Yo, check what happened out of state I'm knocking off a half-a-cake cash rule, flying at a fast rate I smoke the black dust, kept my hands clutched, I'm falling in lust Spoilt plush I played my hand like a royal flush Baggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty women I put it in 'em, shot up in 'em, deadly venom I hung around the big time bosses Illegal force exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources Spades tried to bag me, like Cagney and Lacey Chef had that b**h Stacey slippin in Macy's I doze off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped And got licked like Papsy in a mob flick I got hit Stumbling, holding my neck to the God's rest Opened flesh burgundy blood colored my Guess Emergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery Can it be an out of state n***a tried to murder me? I should've stayed in Job Corp, and now I'm a outlaw Rae continue to carry a .44 n***a [Hook: Ghostface k**ah and Raekwon] Dedicated to the Gods and Earths Dedicated to babies who came feet first Dedicated to Up North and down state Dedicated to rich n***as who sell weights Dedicated to projects with black kids Dedicated to man who build pyramids Word up! What the f** yo? We taking you on another chamber Word up son, you know how we be on it Yeah it's real Show these crabs how to rhyme man I think it's time to bless them, word up Bulletproof First chamber Yo Chef yo [Verse 2: Raekwon] It started off on the Island aka Shaolin n***as wilding Old folks scream stop the violence! True. laying up yo, watching these crack n***as Playing nuff crap games for what, see Back in days, crime pays in mad ways Sporting Tommy Hil with caves, 360 waves And no searching for loose ends, now I flex 300 Benz Mad Timbs with mad diamonds Now that's the life of the good life, sometimes n***as act trife I paid the price throughout my hood life Remember I got blasted, now that's in the past kid God forbid I lay in the casket But now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed, mixed with coke I wash my mouth out with soap And got my act together, Lo sweaters and better And phat leathers, so whatever, bring it on