Raekwon - New Wu lyrics

rate me

Uh-huh, what up son? Yeah

Maintaining, maintaining, you know?

You good, right? Everything proper, still, right?

Of course, come on, man, what's the matter with you, man?

Ain't nothing, I just want us to be on

Tell a friend, it's that symbol again, that W

Coming through, bust a shot on your block, give me a suu

Get it right, all my chicks hold ya tits, let's get it in

All my niggas take a toke off this weed, let it begin

Here we go, yo, ya'll already know what it do

Brand new, nigga, back from the slums, it be the Wu

Now throw ya W's up, back from the slums, it be the Wu

You know how to dress a lad, get rocked, hundred bags, black doorags

Ski masks is on, g-rags

Nigga try to take pictures, relax, still in the grass

You'll learn respect, burst when I ask

Rhyme master busy, Rizzy on the subject

Love Deck, thug buried, drug vest, snub sets, killing the most

Night time toast, gorillas in boats, three boats

Realers is killa, gangsta feel notes

Hibernation yo, switch up, liver nation, fly information

Vivid vacation, deliberation moments

Move like '91 Romans, cloning everything

Gents only, the rent's on the stove, I'm in Rome

Maxed out, Amex style, my team brand bandits

Make a move and get blown off the planet, baby

Hold that cannon, just understand we got the whole shit

Padlocked down, my niggas won't have it

Aiyo, jumping out of Benz wagons, my family live in the Hill

They call us Bin Ladins, laughing, turbaned up

Niggas get murdered up, these streets is like radio beef

So watch how the kid turn it up

Bulletproof tuxes, knuckle games is clarkers and busters

Eighteen niggas, bringing the ruckus

Flame throwers on our backs and shoulders, the rusty joints still work

The trey eight'll blow one of your doujas

When it's mad, he the mad calm, walk around

Gold collect, 36, so before G bomb

My inner strength flowing, I mastered chi kung

Ya'll Planet of the Apes, standing next to King Kong

Forensic file, ultraviolet hype, sky blue Bales

Laying niggas like ceramic tile

I'm like Urlacher, beasting at the top of the pile

Laying niggas in the nuts, nigga, damn I'm foul

We blow money, got game, hold it, we pop things

Vote for money, crams in my pocket, Chef cook for me

Blue Magic bundles, I'm dope, but on the humble

I'm a good dude, don't short change me, seen as a hood dude

Beer drinkin', Cuban Linking, new way of thinking

God me thinking up, break the handcuffs, run out the precint

This is hard body, hard knocks, if you pushing that hard rock

Then let these niggas go off top

We rock fitted, dropkick it, I lived it and not quit it

I'm pinching, my pops lift it, need business, I'm not finished

I'm *sniff* too hot with it, you bitching, the plot thicken

I'm shitting the glow, spitting, if nigga don't stop snitching

Just what the block missing, the two-seater with the top missing

And two divas with they tops missing

Now that's living to me, I'm what these kids is killing to be

But I don't want my children to be