Raekwon The Chef - Wisdom Body lyrics

Intro: _the mack_ No man all b**hes are the same, just like my hoes, you know I keep em broke Wake up one morning with some money they're subject to go crazy you know? I keep em lookin good, pretty and all that You know, but no dough When i get a b**h, i got a b**h (right on) Lyrics: ghostface Word up, that motherf**in brother wise Youknowhati'msayin? teachin the uncivilized Yeah, runnin the streets, know it's deep Word up, check his technique, yeah I be ghostface Flippin the, marvelous track Yeah You know the steelo, but yo, yo Check the bangin sounds that i invent Fake n***az who tried to flex hard came and went They couldn't match up with the fly n***a Wit his back against the wall Heads clapped once i came in the door I played the speaker, sippin on kahlua Saw this bad b**h wit a switch And yo, i had to step to her in a manner And rather wished the current was warm When i had reached her, i looked and knew the sh** was on Peace, excuse me, allow to introduce myself Yo, i'm the man, and honey, you've been rated top shelf Yo, what's your name hon, hair wrapped up in a bun Your eyes sparkle, just like gla** in the sun Never diss em, it's hard for a n***a just to miss em Especially, when you're browsin, goin fishin Your wasteline, bangin like a ba**line Physical form is well complexed And yo, i love your outline, boo Your whole body is wild, wit your rugged profile Enough to make a hard rock smile You can't strikeout, tell me what can really go wrong You rockin' labels - tommy hil down to claiborne Show me some love hon, show me some love boo Show me the vibe and i'll be more than glad to shoot it through Aiyyo peep it, i know you love victoria's secret And lovin' all the marvelous slang on how i freak it Plus, see you're the type to make a n***a crash Far from trash, your flesh is way softer than a baby's a** Your body lotion is the potion, the sh** got me open like dust And yo, your stee is high potent, yo We can go the distance, i put you under wings From this convo we can spark and see whatever brings I walked a hot arabian desert, barefooted I grabbed your hand, you grabbed my joint and knew where to put it Word up, yo, straight up and down yo Check the joint, baby It be the wu-tang production Yeah, yeah, and all types of sh** And brothas catchin repercussions Yo, straight up