paroles de chanson Black Mozart - Raekwon , Inspectah Deck
*Sounds
of
fighting*
Stupid
fool,
you′re
forcing
me
to
kill
you!
Yeah,
you
know
how
it
go
Fresh
from
the
stationary
hall
of
justice
Real
rhyming,
real
movement,
real
life
Word
up,
we
just
chilling,
ten
bottles
of
Crug'
on
the
wall
Youknowhatimsaying?
Straight
up,
for
real
Yo,
RZA,
talk
to
these
niggas,
man,
let′s
go,
man,
for
real
Yo,
Rah,
what
up?
Let's
go,
yeah,
gangsta
shit,
groovy
shit
Raw
shit,
secret
indictment
shit,
yeah
Secret
indictments,
be
careful,
niggas
For
real,
let's
go
You
better
get
that
money,
no
matter,
what
you
do
You
gotta
get
that
money,
and
represent
your
crew
And
keep
it
true
As
reaper
stay
sprayed,
still
niggas
is
smoked
Four
in
his
pocket,
a
diamoned
up
chain
and
some
coke
Champion
hood,
the
goodies
in
a
brown
bag,
by
the
radiator
Near
the
cookies
and
the
bundles
of
dope
Fishscalers,
I
live
in
elevators
and
gross
All
this
paper,
profit
make
her
lay
there
and
post
With
them
Adidas
that
Bruce
wore,
stay
in
the
juice
bar
All
I
know
if
you
saw
me,
you
thought
I
was
broke
Black,
yo,
I
been
hustling
since
niggas
was
busting
guns
And
scuffling,
and
jumping
niggas
over
some
coats
We
play
the
S&S
rooftop,
Latin
Quarter,
Polo
popes
Who
hung
out
with
all
the
Eighthers
and
GOAT′s
Yo
RZA,
you
crazy
man
This
that
Black
Mozart
shit,
right
here
Yo,
I
used
to
scramble
hard,
radio
strapped,
to
the
handlebars
Fifty
deep,
in
the
lobby
large,
rocking
camouflage
Dark
Caesar
holding
my
nuts,
played
the
building
front
Fit
the
Henny,
throw
a
little
snow
in
the
blunt
Just
growing
up,
schooled
by
O.G.′s,
holding
O's
and
up
Daily
new
drama
unfold,
they
popped
′em
over,
what?
It's
so
rough,
nobody
know
him,
so
what?
Aiyo,
the
money′s
close
by,
homey,
show
me
the
stuff
Borough
hopping,
copping
bricks,
bags,
burners
and
kicks
City
slickers,
circling
the
strip,
working
them
tricks
Like
friday
night
cruise
in
the
Coupe,
new
valor
suit
Fruit
flavored
kicks,
taking
flicks
out
in
40
Deuce
Farmer
jeans,
hammer
swing,
tucked
in
the
loot
How
they
hit
Miss
Fisher,
they
was
busting
at
suit
Up
in
54,
underground,
parrot
and
Q
Made
man
with
the
grey
shams,
wrapping
the
boo
Stay
flam,
every
day,
fam,
stacking
my
loot
Eighty
grams
in
the
cake,
bam,
packages
flew
Sipping
passion
fruit,
Alize,
in
back
of
the
Ooh
We
soldiers,
boy,
we
soldiers
Bake
cakes,
hundred
dollar
bill
holders
We
soldiers,
boy,
we
soldiers
Bighead,
I
thought
I
told
ya
We
soldiers,
boy,
we
soldiers
Bake
cakes,
hundred
dollar
bill
holders
Bighead,
I
thought
I
told
ya
We
soldiers,
boy,
we
soldiers
1 Gihad
2 The Badlands
3 Penitentiary
4 Cold Outside
5 Walk Wit Me
6 Kiss The Ring
7 Mean Streets
8 About Me
9 We Will Rob You
10 Catalina
11 Fat Lady Sings
12 10 Bricks
13 Ason Jones
14 Canal Street
15 Surgical Gloves
16 Pyrex Vision
17 Sonny's Missing
18 House Of Flying Daggers
19 Broken Safety
20 Return of the Northstar
21 Baggin Crack
22 New Wu
23 Black Mozart
24 Have Mercy
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