Raekwon - Knowledge God lyrics

Intro: raekwon, ghostface *sniff* *drumbeat* *long sniff* Plug, *sniff* word yo *snort* word yo, *s-snort* youknowhati'msayin? *sniff* you know, you know we had the baddest motherf**in *long sniff* unit back in the days, kid! No doubt, no doubt, i know that son, i know that You know that, you know what i'm sayin? I miss all my n***az, though, believe me And i'll never forget none of them Word up, word up Stovetop, roofside, you know what i'm sayin I had these motherf**in, all these wild-a** n***az man You know what i'm sayin, lb? Yeah yeah yeah yeah sh** is wild overall, youknowhati'msayin god? Yeah yeah yeah yeah Word up, youknowhati'msayin? You know how we do, word up So you let my sh** go on the count of three, though Youknowhati'msayin? Verse one: raekwon Fake n***az throw sh** in they drinks Club nights we snatch linx politic, africans and chinks While world of sport n***az snort coke by the seconds n***az projects filled with fiends injectin Morphine, the god seen more cream, and upstate Cousin reek, almost got hit with fourteen Chill pah, the god'll be a star when you come home Light bones and let you rock my 3g stone So, see cousin, yo i was workin, cats i'm jerkin And uptown these n***az actin like they hurtin Keys twenty-four a brick Columbians be on some bullsh**, that's why poppy got hit Stay tuned, word up, i hope to see you in june By the way, i seen your b**h, she was up in this cat's room Skeyed up, weed the f** up, to top it off Look beat up, with two crack fiends huggin your seed up I took care of that, though, but don't worry bout it I got your back though Chorus: raekwon Yo why's my n***as always yellin that broke sh** Let's get money son, now you wanna smoke sh** Chill god, yo the son don't chill allah What's today's mathematic son? knowledge god Verse two: raekwon Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in gravesmere Hit a store owner named mike lavonia Italiano, slanted-eyed bangin them fat milano Selling coke right out the bottle Sometime, a n***a brought nines to test with minds Crazy peace, buying keys in greece Was a rich n***a, picture the n***a without dope figures Condo with his chick, rockin the gold vigor Mafia flicks, tyin up tricks was his main hobby Teachin his seed, wu-tang karate Mixin drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks Night time rollin with spics Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank Took sixteen shots in his fist to bank And his pet piranha, he named him marijuana Smokin ganja, callin his weed paisandra Claimin new york was ancient babylon Where the sky stayed the color of grey, like her-on I can't front though, truck loads of indo Soon to blow slow, his a** is out now, tally-hoe Chorus 2x *pause* Chorus Outro: raekwon Yeah uh huh, uh huh, miami n***az Word up, show your love Yeah y'all, yeah y'all, yeah Word up, london, europe, africa Word up, the fifty-two states, yeah Catch me later, word up, yeah, yeah About to make moves and slide like grease Moves and slide like grease Moves