Raekwon The Chef - Can It All Be So Simple (remix) lyrics

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Intro: Raekwon, Ghost

So that's it kid, youknowhatI'msayin? Right here, lights out

Yo yo hold up let me talk to this cat

Yo kid, whattup Starks, whattup?

Ay ay, whassup? Whassup baby?

Ay yo yo yo kid, ay yo yo

I just seen this kid over there over there, right over there

while you're, while you're filmin that shit

I know he ain't down with your team

Who?

Don't know, some sk-skinny lookin, big-head nigga, youknowhatI'msayin?

That nigga ain't fuckin with heads though

YO SON, I just seen five fiends around a nigga Son

Fuck, we gotta, we gotta go

C'mon fuckit, let's go over there, I'ma show this nigga right

Hold up wait up wait up, jiggy comin

Three deep niggaz

Fuck

Think niggaz don't know what the fuck's goin on

Come on, come on, right over here

Right on

There they go, right there

That's them right there kid

That cat?

Word up

Aiyyo kid?

You're right behind him

What the fuck is you doin man huh? Huh?

[The fuck you talkin to?]

Talkin to you man!

Talkin to you what?

[You ain't talkin to me]

What the fuck you talkin about?

Yo, open your hand man, what the fuck is that in your hand man?

[What? Huh?]

*fight ensues*

*smack* What the fuck, the fuck I say?

Aiyyo c'mere! C'mere!

Motherfu...

C'mere

Yeah it's my shit, my shit

Get up

Yo grab that nigga, grab him

*gun fires*

Yo shit! *gun fires* Move Son! Move! *gun fires repeatedly* Move move!

Go ahead! Get him! Ohh shit!

Ohh shit, ohh shit, yo

Yo man, yo Son I'm hit

Man Son, I'm hit

Yo Son?

Son I'm hit

Damn Son, you bleedin Son, bad Son

Aiyyo grab this grab this take this take this

Take this take this, I'ma go over to God's house 'fore the cops come

I'ma throw this shit away man

Go ahead Son, go ahead Son, just go ahead

Man fuck that, man seventeen Son

Yo Son

Get the fuck outta here man

Damn Son

Go ahead man, I'm dying go ahead

Hold that shit Son

Yo, go ahead go ahead, nigga try to assassinate me man...

Intro: Raekwon the Chef

It's the remix Son

Can it be, act like you know

Check it

Verse One: Ghostface Killer

Yo, check what happened out of state

I'm knocking off a half-a-cake Cash Rule, flying at a fast rate

I smoke the black dust kept my hands clutched, I'm fallin in lust

Spore plush I played my hand like a royal flush

Baggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty woman

I put it in him, shot up in him, deadly venom

I hung around the big time bosses

Illegal force exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources

Spades tried to bag me, like Cagney, and Lacey

Chef had that bitch Stacey slippin in Macy's

I dose off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped

and got licked like Papsy in a mob flick I got hit

Stumblin holdin my neck to the God's rest

Opened flesh burgundy blood colored my Guess

Emergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery

Can it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?

I should've stayed in Job Corp, but now I'm a outlaw

Ray Cartegna, carry a fo'-fo' nigga

Chorus:

{Can it be that it was all so simple then?}

Dedicated to the Gods and Earths

Dedicated to babies who came feet first

Dedicated to Up North and down state

Dedicated to rich niggaz who sell weights

Dedicated to projects with black kids

Dedicated to man who build pyramids

Word up! What the fuck yo?

We taking you on another chamber

Word up son, you know how we be on it

Yeah it's real

Show these crabs how to rhyme man

I think it's time to bless them, word up

Bulletproof

First chamber

Yo Chef yo

Verse Two: Raekwon

It started off on the Island, AK Shaolin niggaz wildin

Old folks scream : stop the violence!

True layin up yo, watchin these crack niggaz

Playin nuff crap games for what see?

Back in days, crime pays in mad ways

Sportin Tommy Hil with caves 360 waves

And no searchin for loose ends, now flex 300 Benz

Mad 10's with mad diamonds

Now that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggaz act trife

I paid the price throughout my hood life

Remember I got blasted, now that's in the past kid

God forbid I lay in the casket

But now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed, mixed with coke

I wash my mouth out with soap

And I got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and better

and fat leather, so whatever, bring it on

{Can it be that it was all so simple then?}

Outro:

Yeah, for real

Murderous material stacked up

Peace to mazes, for real

Meditating on life

Gold, word up y'all

Crazy fly, dedication, to my people

Word up, peace to all my brothers that I ain't gonna see no more

Peace to brothers on the Island, up North

Word up

Straight up, I love you boy, it's on like that

Word up, word up

Peace to man woman and child

Word up

I got you covered baby, I'm here for you

Project, check it

Projects peoples one love

Keep your head clear, we out of here

We move in silence

Bad boys, creating, the muderous stacks for your headpiece

Baldheads, braids, blowouts

Yo

Fly chicks

It's the remix y'all

For real, the real side

The RZA, check it

Razor blade sharp

Peace to the Clan

No other producer can compare boy

WORD UP

Bring it, battle, beats all types of shit

For real y'all