Raekwon - King Of Kings lyrics

rate me

(feat. Havoc)

[Intro: Havoc (Raekwon)]

Let's go (Yeah, nigga)

Good lookin' Rae that's what I'm talkin' 'bout

(It's all good don't worry about it)

You feel what I'm sayin'? (Don't worry about it)

Yeah (Word up, let's go)

You know how we gotta come at this niggas, man

Yeah.. come on.. yo.

[Havoc]

Stuck, y'all like gum underneath my kicks

Better move little fucks when the heat I'll spit

The hammer clap like the ass on a meat-out chick

Dump clips like a trifflin' ass bitch to drop

If you short you're a chance in the box

But I ain't lettin' you play with the guns in the club, I'm boothin' the ox

Got my eyes on the ho's and I'm a peripheral

Got you cowards poppin' that Moe', my hand on the 'istol

Wild out, have a ball, you could drink 'til you 'url

Thought the Firewater was strong, the pound'll leave you curled

on the floor, like a new born baby, God

What you mean "Is he dead?", what type of shit is leakin' out of his head?

When you cowards see the drama and it come to a head

I'm hittin' Rae up on the jacket, it ain't much to be said

If it's on, go without sayin' somethin', deliverin'

Visa verca, this is Havoc, baby, we those niggas (we those niggas)

[Chorus x2: Raekwon]

All that money is us, now what's fuckin' wit' us?

Eh yo all around hungry, that's us and can't get nothin' get it

Eh yo all that money, all them niggas

All them shorties, everybody yell "All lovely"

[Raekwon]

I chop meat out ya face, Daddy, gladly

Mad breeze on, rubberband currency and I splash ya visa

You know the code, yo caesar low straddlers

Front Streets, cracks all in the front seat spazzin'

Imperial wizards, Staten

Knife game off the chain and I'm with four hundred with wagons yo

Live wires, shoot darts for bread

Any map, I assist that, I'm holdin' it, all niggas dead

What? Battle for cake and fuck wizzes

We do it straight business, all mount ride, ain't no fake niggas

Reminisce, spit faces

Pissin' on the fake little swindler's list, Rae gave them niggas cake

Battle the gun, you're wildin'

I might levitatate well, I might take ya shit, push up, stylin' it

Oxes, reefers, police need us

The regime of Shaolin with Queens re-up

Fuckin' with the poisonous hand

Remember y'all, no commercial, I hurt you, yo go get ya mans

[Chorus x2]

[Raekwon]

Eh yo select me, Gucci sneaker recipe

Not the S dot Carters, no disrespect but respect me

One of the top five gangstas alive

My element is just the Elliott Ness, niggas who hide

Yo I ran from some niggas that was police

These niggas heard about me bringin' marked money in, I had the whole East

I've been the greatest, been flippin' the latest

Somethin' like the new haggler on the Ave., ham it up, pullin' haze

And all the young niggas praise me

It's like the talent of the Six Million Dollar Man, 'yana pace

Come on, banana squeeze, aim at these Caravans

Heard he had his man and that ugly Keish'

Comin' from a galaxy of hood, hard real people gettin' ki's

Fuck wit' the media, it's all good

[Chorus x2]