Raekwon - New Day lyrics

rate me

You know what I need

You know what I need

You know what I need

It’s good times, just talk to me kid, how's life working?

Keep your money up, get killing merking niggas

I'm strong, been through the mountains, I'm like Martin, one Spartan

Guaranteed to blow up your start week

My measurements is ordinance, little bit flashy

No, I’m lying, I'm all cashmere with glasses

Yeah, I'm flashy, don't come through fronting this shit

Light a whole big blunt to this shit

We sit around the table here

Gold is yours, mine, it’s his, hers, what? This what it does

Just keep it in the family, all love

Lets put the plugs together and cake up, build up the buzz

I write for real niggas who down, bring your hound with you

Throw ‘em a jewel with meat on it

Now did you analyze it like a 27 inch, give me the wrench

So we can throw niggas some heroin and Jane and Finch

Bitch I'm from the ski mask school house

Where life stay complicated, intoxicated and gooned out

And niggas ain't graduated but they can relate with they tool belt

That 2 for 10 crack stems, needles and spoons out

I need some paper, my fingers itching

I wish that Santa Claus would put a brick under my tree for Christmas

A new wig for my bitch and two choppers off in my stocking

Baking soda …locking, you come in and drop a deposit

Signed my life right on the dotted line, wrote it in blood

Got my uncle wiping down my tires, sold him a dub

Niggas know I rap, but most of my days, I rap with my plug

Before I see a platinum album, I see my day with the judge, fuck it

When I die tell my mama I'm in the mafia

Ecuadorian chick 'bout to scoop me up from LaGuardia

A part of you wanna stop but you can't give up the sport

Little stove Pyrex and fork, shouts to East New York, nigga

Talk to me homie, what’s the signs?

Know what it is, nigga, we under that building, heavy

All kind of motherfucking military shit on, nigga

You know what I’m saying?

We organize nothing but realness

We put it down in a special way to make everybody comfortable

If he get out of line, he gonna see, yeah, I ain’t gonna talk to you

I’m just gonna right it out

You know what I’m saying?

But all this is motherfucking real and not cosmetic

No little shit over here, nigga, we are full size shit

Full size gear, full size clothes

You know what I’m saying? We travel on a great wave

And we out for the best

I shout every real nigga that take cares of himself

Take care of yourself, that’s number one

You know what I’m saying?

‘Cause these kinda lines right here you might not hear no more

This is raw rhymes, this is raw lines

This is like, nigga I’m a prophet, you already know man