Raekwon The Chef - Spot Rusherz lyrics
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*sounds of the streetwu-tang st. ide's commercial is in the background*
(this is a best guess based on what's heard underneath rae's conversation)
[ghostface] who's the wallabe kiddress downcould never be son
Ricochet daily hit the deli for a cold one
May I be blessed yes? my mic is like a laser beam
That blow between the bushesst. ide's and I the king of things
[cappadon] crack the bottle of the st. ide'ssippin it's real
And thrillin will idrink it and we only
Too be dopeyou can't diethem peoples do lie
And if the street don't knowyou're full of slang cane pain
[rza] it was hoton the spotso I jetted up the block
I saidockI'm hotlet's go sit on the bay by the docks
Of the blackI'm fully packedalways got my trojan
Heads got bottles openfill my cup till flowin
*conversation*
All that good shit
Yeah
Knowhati'msayinyou come inyou come in lookin flavorful
Word
Youknowhatimean? you the whole shit of the whole night
But I've seen it thoughknowhati'msayin? like I seen it
You knowmy g is too futuristic for that shitknowhati'msayin?
Worddid you try to get a little swerve kid on?
Tried to manyouknowhati'msayinbut she was come pullin off
Word
Word?
Just come pullin off her as her drawers
Worrrd
Fuck that bitch thoughknowhati'msayin? shouldaon the real
Yo yo tonight feel like a nigga gonna get burnt
Yeah yeah
It's like you hear something tomorrow right
Some like yoblahzay blahe
It's the windI'm tellin you
Yeah yeah word
It's the airI can feel it
It feel hotit feel feel hot at night and shit like
The sun ain't even out
Yo the sun don't shine nobodyknowhati'msayin?
Lyrics: raekwon
Yeah
One-twoone-twonigga
Line for lineline for line
How we get down wit da rhyme
Yoit be a line for lineline for line
This is how we get down
Yeahline for lineline for line
This is how we get down
Yo! can you feel me?
Storytellin rap magellan I ain't tellin
Them niggaz ran in the spot for sellin
Word uppushed upman got mushed up
Seen him at a rap show actin like fat cat though
Glasses goldshinin like a real big boy
This nigga had mega ice on chips ahoy!
Cat surroundedthis political brown kid
All out the wind yomy man walked in
Pullin mints out son had mad clientele
Order me cristal twice kionchill!
Watch them niggazaiyyo that clique's from outta state
They bubble weight in far rockaway with blake carrington
You know the kid with the most doe-getters
And terrors on fat shit clique they rock lo sweaters
That's my manthat's my man too
Call him up on the strength of the wu
And watch me gameyo grab the cell
I got a heist to pull off well
At the end of the weekI'm buyin you a l
Lexus niggaI ain't talkin bout hancock
No time for weed plus no time to get locked
That nightup in the staircase
Cousin had me laced outskeed all outta my face
We gon' get dat cruchy chump for all of his lump
Don't try to frontyou was sweatin this hilfidiger
Guess who walked in - abbott and his man from farragut
Confront him wit the ruger on his backwalk in black
Where's your manwhere's the sky blue land at?
Stop playin wu in the backsmacked him wit the gat
(yomoney said he be here in fifteen!)
Stop lyinwait for the millenia green to pull up
He got the donna karen shit ontwo rings
Six carats a piece plus the chain swing
Like anchors on ships flooded wit all diamond chips
Back pockets: two clips - four-fifths wit rubber grips
Layintwo bottles of brass I was slayin
Meditatinred dot be waitin for my payment
Heard the key in the lockcocked the glock
Turn the lights outdip behind the couch
Kiongag his mouth
Infra-redded his head when he entered
But a soft perry ellis leather with dorinda
A friend ofkion's wifekenyathe bitch larger than life
Yoshorty be fuckin mad columbian niggaz
Fuck itget on the floor meet the black lex luthor
Stripped fastthe bitch had on claiborne drawers
Yo raeyou about to scrape herchill ghost
Thought for a secondturned around
Threw the nine in his meatloaf
Yowhere's the cash and the stash that's mixed?
I don't know!
Shot his handhe started screamin like a bitch!
