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Raekwon - Revory (Wraith) Lyrics

Ft. Ghostface Killah and Rick Ross

(Intro: Tell Me Where Shall I Go - Old Yiddish song)
No more wandering for me
For at last I am free

Ayo, c'mon, bubba goose smokin' bubble koosh
The Uzi's is navy blue, a couple Coupes
Stayin' around, sagger suckers say the troops
Mansions before these niggas, we done, we deucing
Crackin' fish and the rit's gone
Take a pisk, 69 floors up sparkling crisp
Money bags stacked and Duvay sheets
Few strange spreeks follow the race
Walk through the gates, nigga
Pyrex Cobanno connection
New York mexicans, they call us the team
For smuggling wet sheep
The Al Pacino's of rap, yuh
They claim they wit me
Pass the b-gat, gold Louie phone, hand it to me!
Raised a million champs, this is our civilian slant
Furless sweats, stay in jets, chill a billion chemps
Pussy niggas get strangled fast
Still I cool on the feds, rockin' the grilla glass
Desert booed on coutin' a million cash
This is all I ask for, love is fan, war
Let's build the masses
Sittin' boat sailors scenic routes
Catch the quotes, young, armed and dangerous
Borrow couple posters
I'm like known in a couple courses
Ray and Ghost familiar with us
Raised in coasters

(Verse 2: Rick Ross)
I'm hearin' how these niggas plottin'
Madam sleepin' on Egyptian cotton
Miles Davis, these vinyl's still spinning
I been a freak neek, I been livin'
You see the Bentley and we smokin' in the parkin' lot
Contract killas, so we really talk a lot
Giuseppes in my weapon when you see me steppin'
Tenth grade education with a Mac-11
The definition of a Renaissance
Twice a day I change, watch these chains and the chombs
Tatted on my back, chest and my palms
Dennis, me and Diddy dice games at the Palms
Blew a mill in cash just to let the bitches watch me
Take it down to lobby, get to picture watchin'
Tinted windows, smokin' with a screw face
Black hoodies on bullies, niggas, Wu Tang
Barry White glaring in the white Benz
Grindin' like I had a curly perm back then
It's Rozay and the 40 up
Pink Belair in a nigga cup

(Verse 3: Ghostface Killa)
Ayo, jumpin' out the shower, Jerrells on
Heated up, fluffy polo towels and Melbourne
Gettin' it, hands as Ashley casket come in dice
Hand like low po', young god ballin' with thunder
Platin bricks up at the Nick game
With Cubans from Biscayne
Burnin' the cash, stroke cigar with a big flame
Godfather coaching hard bottoms
Every down the cribs, the hoes and gear, we got 'em
It's the Lean Team, Metal Ying Team, shot niggas like fresh fruit
Like old grand earth cuddle green beans
We'll cut you and you and you, nigga
This me, Ray and Rick, boxcutters on cruise, niggas

No more wandering for me
For at last I am free

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