Raekwon - Doe or Die (Remix) lyrics

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Raekwon - Doe or Die (Remix) lyrics

(Raekwon) This veteran's charge, soon to have a Wally garage Yea, demand the land, I want a jet black discovery recovery, big time See when you, when you start f**ing wit my sh** like that You're taking on a natural high see what I'm saying sh** is natural (yea no doubt) sh** is like baking a cake Know what I mean, like squeezing a hand joint (word up design, designing) Know what I'm saying, Doe or Die style kid, the remix (Both) Yo, yo I roll wit brothers who puff dust lust plus A + conniving cash you can't trust Yo, these avalanche rock throwers, granola holders Style is steady ready like a military soldier Wu k**a Bee plus Sosa, AZ Two SC's, Doe or die style, let's see Yo, the track's banging like a Amaretto shake son Take some, 50 on whatever we make son (Raekwon) Yo now let me show you how my whole team operate Cooperate, tie you up, drop you on the Tri-state What up, my whole style is camoflage The veteran's charge, bagging all these shorties up in sport cars When we react, it's like Mafia, keep my jims rocking ya Czechoslovakia, Khadafi, dunn, diamonds What, Sosa, La costra nostra Snap a flick of this Chef, double exposure (AZ) Who's the wickedest, street official-est, Guess, Cortex Lex is the crispiest, iced up, ridiculous People look, the unexplainable'll keep ya shook How ill is him? The realism got you hooked So let's lay law cause only fat cats play ball Let this ape walk, cause taking his paper's all I crave for The resurrection 86 cartel connection Raid your section, L's twist to a perfection (Raekwon) Primetime, genuine, shine, Lex seat recline Yo, 'Vine, he ran up on me with a nine, he's mine I won't play, Gamma ray spray Rae, he tried to pray He threw a grand away, yo, I plan a day to drive his land away Doe or die, right, light up the Thai, my peoples get high Showing my love to n***as on the inside (AZ) Black supreme, high king, mine shine like high beams Who be that dime queen? Seems she take time in her hygiene My lime green, Italian gator boots made a fiend Check the Firm team, names internationally ring Triple X large, duplex with a garage Gold Express Cards plus enough 'sess to bless the Gods So let's play, catch me in a Motown Cafe Cap on half way, sipping OJ and Grand Marnier Doe or die way, Courvoisier