Текст песни Wu-Gambinos - Raekwon
(Feat.
Ghostface
Killah,
Method
Man,
RZA
& Masta
Killa)
Intro:
And
in
our
line
of
work,
we
need
all
the
help
we
can
get
Tony
Wind
is
the
name,
he
works
for
a
drug
ring
in
Central
America
Who
wants
to
kill
him?
No
information,
say
yes
or
no
One
point
five
million
Alright,
you
get
what
you
want
--
money′s
no
object
They're
all
clean,
no
serial
numbers,
untraceable
And
there
are
explosive
head
bullets,
in
the
clip
[Raekwon,
Ghostface,
(Method)]
Yo
yo
yo
yo
yo
yo
yo-yo,
here
come
the
cop
man
Yo
Starks
come
here,
come
here
Sun
Come
here
for
a
minute!
Aiyyo
aiyyo
hold
up
hold
up
Shit
we
gotta
go
to
the
store
for
more
baking
soda
Yo
yo
yo
get
your
fuckin,
yo
this
made
of
glass
nig!
Get
your
big
Adidas
off
my
moms
table
man!
Get
the
fuck
off
it
man.
Yo
just
chill
man,
pass
the
Crystal
man.
Niggaz
is
greedy
man,
damn.
Big
ass
shits.
Yo
man
you
ain′t
smoking
none
of
that
weed
in
here
man.
Chill
man.
Bobby
Steels
Somebody
go
to
the
store
man
Sup
kid?
Get
that
baking
soda.
(Yo!)
Let's
cut
the
pie
five
ways
(Noodles)
We
came
off
with
two
mil
kid
Fast
(Rollie
Fingers,
no
doubt
coming
through)
La
cosa
nostra
(Johnny
Blaze!)
(Lou
Diamonds!)
Represent
kid.
(Tony
Starks)
Universal
frontier
(Original
blood
claat
bad
bwoys)
Chorus:
Method
Man
Who
come
to
get
you?
None.
They
want
guns!
I
be
the
first
to
set
off
shit,
last
to
run
Wu
roll
together
as
one
I
call
my
brother
Sun
cuz
he
shine
like
one
Verse
One:
Method
Man,
a.k.a.
Johnny
Blaze
Check
it
Scriptures
hit
the
body
like
sawed
off
shotties
Like
my
hair
notty
and
my
nosepiece
snotty
Fuck
a
nigga
hottie,
that
whole
pussy
probably
Burn
like
the
deserts
of
Mogabi,
for
real
Ain't
nothing
fraudulent
here,
we
pioneer
Commandeer
a
new
frontier,
this
be
the
Wu
yeah
36
Chambers
of
fear,
huh,
you
lost
it
Information
leaking
out
your
faucets,
hmmmmm
Time
to
forfeit
your
crown
and
leave
the
ground
There′s
a
new
sheriff
in
town
holdin
it
down
It′s
the
two
holster,
shit
shot
smoker
Wanted
dead
or
alive,
bounty
on
the
poster
Wild
in
the
West,
a
student
of
my
culture
And
life
is
the
test,
hold
up
Let
a
nigga
catch
his
breath,
we
still
paying
dues
And
the
last
one
is
death,
back
to
the
essence
With
that
shit
you
stressing,
this
rap
profession
Now
peep
Tical,
the
son
of
the
Shaolin
Isle
plus
my
style,
Criminology
pays
The
last
times
and
days,
Johnny
fuckin
Blaze
Verse
Two:
Raekwon
the
Chef,
a.k.a.
Lou
Diamonds
This
goes
for
niggaz
who
know
Wu
will
grow
like
llello,
ley
no,
plus
coolin
in
Barbados
Ricaans
be
givin
me
much
shit,
the
dutch
shit
Stay
cool
papi,
seize
it
with
enough
shit
Back
at
the
lab
a,
crack's
bagged
up
Yo
niggaz
act
up,
what
blow
up
the
workers
if
they
hafta
Senoritas,
fuckin
up
a
storm
buyin
guards
margaritas
Suckin
his
dick,
up
in
the
whip
long
Designed
for
rhyme
prime
nigga
jail
time
jiggas
Them
niggaz
up
in
Height
figures
bitin
niggaz
Silks
Wally-Wear
finger
rolled
chain
yeah
Jakes
beware
black
rap
millionaires
Rock
hairs
leather
goose
bears
blowin
this
year
One
eight
hundred
gambino
niggaz
yeah
[Meth]
Wu
roll
together
as
one
I
call
my
brother
Sun
cuz
he
shine
like
one
Verse
Three:
RZA,
a.k.a.
Bobby
Steels
Solid
gold
crown
is
shinin
Solid
gold,
check
it
Sun
yo
Solid
gold
crown
be
shinin
and
blindin
like
some
diamonds
I
be
pioneering
the
style
in
the
cloud
with
silver
linings
Double
breasted,
bullet
proof
vested,
well
protected
The
heart
the
rib
cage
the
chest
and
solar
plexus
Casting
stones,
cracking
two-hundred
and
six
bones
And
watch
yo′
ass
get
blown
to
a
sea
of
fire
and
brimstone
How
dare
you
approach
it
with
dim
pones
The
overfiend
like
noah
bean
green
souls
with
a
soldier
mean
The
grand
exquisite
imperial
wizard
oh
is
it
The
Ryzarector
come
to
pay
your
ass
a
visit
Local
bio-chemical,
universal
giant,
the
black
general
Lickin
shots
to
Davy
Crockett
on
the
bicentennial
Happen
millenium
two
thousand
microchips
two
shots
of
penicillin
Goes
up
your
adrenalin
son
it's
time
for
boutin
It′s
a
mileage
resemblin
niggaz
who
like
followin
Trapped
inside
your
projects
like
a
genie
inside
the
bottle
Verse
Four:
Master
Killer
God
steppin
forth
upon
holy
down
of
the
track
It's
the
sound
that
surrounds
and
hurts
me
like
I′m
under
attack
So
I
decided
to
bite
down
on
the
mic
So
the
pain
of
the
track
won't
deny
the
fact
That
I'm
the
Master,
for
what
lurks,
is
an
expert
That
hurts
the
individual
who
tries
to
visualize
under
Cuz
I
strike,
like
thunder
Niggaz
couldn′t
stand
my
heat,
it′s
unbearable
My
wisdom
fucks
up
your
respiratorial
Systems
are
fractured
by
the
killa
tactics
Style
is
ragged
and
thoughts
are
mad
jagged
Enter
the
entity,
my
vicinity
Is
three
hundred
and
sixty
degrees
of
humidity
Represent
the
school
of
hard
knocks
and
glocks
my
Clan
is
hoss
and
got
mad
moss
for
blocks
so
Feel
the
force
of
impact
from
the
iron
side
of
The
gat
as
I
attack
the
track
From
the
blind
side
of
the
pack,
Starks
pass
the
chrome
Watch
a
nigga
get
blown
out
his
muthafuckin
dome
Piece,
deceased,
laid
to
rest
Chorus
Verse
Five:
Ghostface
Killer,
a.k.a.
Tony
Starks
Yo,
aiyyo
I
got
to
serve
them
my
way,
move
give
me
room
Holdin
up
your
saloon,
clean
sweep,
like
a
broom
Full
moons
make
me
howl
like
a
wolf
outta
breath
Sold
only
new
vocal
cords
I
heard
Genius
on
Gef
So
step
back,
to
the
lab
at,
high
velocity
My
teammate,
enhance
cells
well
like
a
pharmacy
Fuck
horado
pablos
plan
growas
bravo
Goodfellas
we
know,
best
sellas
become
novels
The
man
rockin
head
bands,
silk
scarves
and
jams
Early
80's
british
rock,
playboys,
mocks,
and
shams
The
laser
beam
vocalist
does
well
at
symphonies
Bad
days,
watch
me
snatch
ice
right
outta
Tiffany′s
Remember
them
kids
that
came
off
with
8 million
Robbed
the
Brinks
and
I
labelled
in
royal
pavillions
Them
flower
heads
must
have
been
stupid
Tell
me
how
the
fuck
black
niggaz
get
caught
wit
all
that
loot
kid
That's
jet
money,
undaground
money
Submarines
and
rings
too
bad
you
fucked
up
dummies
Cosa
cosa,
come
on...
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