Raekwon - Heat Rocks lyrics

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[Intro:]

Fire in your face

Time to take these streets again you heard

No more playing man, I want it. (Chef)

[Chorus:]

It was a Friday everybody was caken'n

And the house was shake'n and the beats was bang'n

And it won't be long that everybody know'n

That DJ brought the heat rocks

That DJ brought the heat rocks

That DJ brought the heat rooooocckks

(Let's go) Come, Get some, You little bum

I bake the cake but you can't get a crumb

From, Get physical, Lyrical, Spiritual

Ultimate, And all that good shit

I love brag'n, Gots to rag it, Flash the dragon

Back in nine-five with the wagon

Create drama when I hunt for cream

And I pack em in mean, My sweet sixteen

Is fly, My vibe is live, I gots to ride

A smoke a bone you know it when Cochise died

Hell up in Harlem, Note to Staten

When niggas do hits rock sixes black man

The black brand, Wu-Tang Clan, I smack hands

Then drive through the Hammerstein, Fronts and black bands

Cool'n, School'n, Everything around me

Might fire one off in clique's around me

I won't stand it, Dammit, Murder the planet

I more like a sign man, My coke just landed

You know, Get money nigga, The fly poet

Who only write rhymes and the track exploded

[Interlude:]

Ayo, Come see me man, Come see me I'm back up baby

Whatever you need, Come on man, Word up

Don't bring no people I don't know man

[Chorus]

Back again, Son put the fronts back in

Fresh like a new wash or glass of gin

I got many kins ready to hit niggas

Plenty men, Blend with a new spaceship, That's what's in

Caught a whirl when Shallah shit drop

Crys pop, Got Barrack with me, Come get me, Ashy glock

You know it's cool even if I flop

Ain't no more real niggas left I just sit in the box

With all the fliest, Livest, Multi-buyers

Niggas eat money up, Most ya'll liars

Catch the kid in Hawaii tired

New-New Roll, You talking to my hoe you fired

Superstar Keyon quite

When I talk got every burroughs in a smash cause I am

The greatest, Pay this, Latest, Famous painters say this

Two more strong for your play list

New Yorker, Hulker, Call me Orca

Army jacket down to the floor I soak you up

This is a master classic rap shit

Play at five in the morning, Get the gun and mask kit

Smoke like an Indian, Pass it

And I'm not stopping no more, That's it your ass is lit

[Chorus]

[Outro:]

Yeah, Uhh huh, Yeah, You know it ain't over nigga

It's going down again baby, For real, For Real

I'm a come see you soon alright, Word up

Ya'll know who you are, Word up, I want it

For real, Chef, Yeah, The builder burgers nigga

We want in