Raekwon - Cuttin' It Up

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(feat. Chip Banks, Ghostface Killah, Killa Sin, Polite, T)

[Intro: movie sample]

So ya puttin' all ya subs now, huh?

Yea, ya doin' real good?

Ain't you gonna introduce me to ya friend, here?

Well I'll introduce myself, excuse the glove

[sample repeated: Prodigy of Mobb Deep] "Get ya shit beaten"

[Intro: Raekwon]

Aww shit, these niggas out here, hold that

Picture that nigga, all the real niggas, yo, come on

Yea, word up, I look good right?

Yo, aiyo


Put my money on the real kings, reveal the rings

Rocks swing, stayin' bling-bling in Ossining

Jet mack packages, feast to light it up and beast it

Cordially invited, the motto is eat this..


Yo, what up, Lex? (What up son?) Yo it's on again

Yo, it seem like niggas want war again

If you ain't know, bet ya niggas heard of me now

Can't stop me, best bet, murder me now

[Chip Banks]

Aiyo Lex, put ya diamonds on

Grab ya vests and ya nine, cuz it's on

I rep Harlem World where they hustle at

All the way to B.K. where they bust you at


Yo, yo, gun on 'em in the x-rays

Real niggas lay tired of it

Nigga violate it, cut him in the face

Vivid hand glock, loopin' the dance, shoot him in the ass

Like cupid, dealin with an old place, stupid


Yo, yo, ain't a team allowed to know, fuckin' wit this

Niggas mad like I'm fuckin' they chick

See me stuck in the whip, gun in the hip, one in the head

Ten in the clip, niggas is dead, they imposters

[Ghostface Killah]

I used to bubble dimes, in the goose, I use to cuddle nines

And double the fact that you dare think that you can trouble mines

Big guns is layin', Timothy McVeigh 'em

Broad day 'em, push 'em all the way in


Aiyo, dred's in the bloody rep

Yeah, yellow canary Lex', specs on, movin' like vets

Tri-boro, thoroughest thugs move like DeNiro

Heat out, extortin' the heroes, 4/5 singles

[Chorus: Polite with Prodigy sample]

Aiyo let's go get dough

Bust slugs in the club, thugs get low

Bitches showin' me the thong like I'm Sisqo

Up in the six, yo, watch his wrist glow, damn, it be sick though

This be the shit though

You ain't know, got ya moms in the disco

Singin' the intro, shakin' the ass like the nympho

Time to move, nigga, we in, time to catch wins

[Ghostface Killah]

For magical mixes, remix the hell outta the Bible

Like strip it and switch the whole title

Robes hit the floors, shoes is buffed

Gold studded bracelets, handcuffs, they gave it up


Teach niggas how to resolve a big mob

Keep niggas on beat, fuck around and di-ie the mid-ob

Niggas gonna bump what, yeah, you wit it whatever

Let's body these niggas, a lot of niggas bump, yeah


Yo, yo, never been the type to hold a grudge

Did five, I was guilty, fuck the judge

The Ave. got mad when I slid back through

Iced out, just came home and I blew

[Chip Banks]

We like, them frisky, rich and poet-esque

If it's chilly on our neck, then it's cold on our wrists

The cash flow is nuts, come through 8th Ave

Another hundred style, burn out for doughin' us


Aiyo, the hood's off the hook, hooded up crooks

Play the back burner wit black burners layin' for the juks

I'm too live, heats be the same as my shoe size

Fresh out the box, just copped a pair of new nines

[Killa Sin]

Yo, my team is like nitro, it might go boom when the lights blow

Catch you in the spinal wit the same knife from Psycho

My mic flow like Michael on the ball court

All pro, result of this Cream Team, niggas is all out


[Outro: Ghostface Killah (Prodigy sample)]

Aiyo, rep for ya town ("Get ya shit beaten")

Uptown, break it down ("Get ya shit beaten")

Staten Island, break it down ("Get ya shit beaten")

B.K., break it down ("Get ya shit beaten")

Queens and Bronx get down ("Get ya shit beaten")

Throw ya hands up right now! ("Get ya shit beaten")

("Get ya shit beaten")

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