(Blue Raspberry) These rainy days.... (Raekwon) Doin this for nineteen ninety-six. Revolution is a trick, be aware. . Verse One: Raekwon. . Yo, yo, yo.
Intro: Blue Raspberry. . Summer's dream inside. Of how I'm gonna get mine. I'm thinkin bou-owowow-out so many ways. Of how to conquer, these raihahahahahny days....
[Raekwon]. Take it off, sho' 'nough kid. Take it off. We gon' take it from the East to the West. to the North to the South. Show y'all what it's about.
Keep everything on. Blaze always. Nigga this only nineteen thousand. yo check this shit out. I want my thousand dollars now. I don't give a fuck. I went up in the club.
You know God, I just been, you know what I'm sayin'?. Doin' my regular thing, man. So I'ma get back up with you though, baby. Know what I'm sayin'? You know, you my nigga, kid.
Intro: Raekwon. . Yeah yeah, that's us. Hit me hit me hit me, I ain't got nothin to do with none of that. Besides, whatever. Louis Rich Diamonds (yeah).
[Song starts with conversation]. Yo. Come here you oven head. Yo what's the word. Dred upstairs. Passing all packs escorted from Kinetta ear. Yo the nigga's name unknown.
Li-li-live from New York (2x). Is you watchin. Whats on my motherfuckin neck nigga. Li-li-live from New York (2x). Live from New York. . Yo Yo. All white bolon.
Intro:. . [Raekwon]. One for you, one for me. Two for you, one-two for me. Three for you.... [Ghostface]. What? I'll smack fuck out ya. Smack fire out your fuckin ass, what the fuck you think this is man?.
Intro: Raekwon, Ghostface. . *sniff* *drumbeat* *long sniff*. Plug, *sniff* word yo. *snort* word yo, *s-snort* YouknowhatI'msayin?. *sniff* You know, you know we had the baddest motherfuckin.
Verse 1:. . Yo, we came long ways but we got on. Yo, holdin' my son's arm. Make it through the industry calm Lord. His name Rakim Allah. Wid a wavy threw on shallah.
He looks determined without being ruthless. Something heroic in this man. There's a courage about him, doesn't look like a killer. Comes across so calm.
Intro: Ghostface Killer. . Tommy Hil' rockin ice niggaz. Tommy Hil' ice rockin niggaz who fuck.... Mira, afrente. Take a one on one to this shit y'all (yeah).
Hey, Mom, can I have some money?. The ice cream man is coming. . Watch these rap niggaz get all up in your guts. French-vanilla, butter-pecan, chocolate-deluxe.
Yo, what, what? Yo, exotic type o' shit. 94, we must go to war fast with the pen and the pad. Goddamn, shine like gold rims on Pathfinders. Wu-Tang reclines, lamps for the nine-square's kid.
Fuck that shit Raekwon. Do that shit. Fuck them niggas.... . Whats up playboy. Nigga, you doing you're thing. Nigga, go ahead. . Chorus: [Raekwon]. Yeah, them fake duels.
Intro: Inspectah Deck. . Allow me to demonstrate the skill of Shaolin. The special technique of shadowboxing. . Poisonous, poisonous (word word word).
Yo son we gotta take it and go get the Clarks man. Yo check it out yo. Yo I got a new niggaz don't even know son. Yo check the joint. . Boom yo I got a crazy idea how to do Clarks now.
* unedited lyrics; The PJ's soundtrack is clean. . [Intro: Chip Banks of American Cream Team]. What? Aiyyo, y'all wanna do a track wit us or some shit?.
Method Man:. Yo, yo, yo, yo. Fuck you. . Chorus: 2x. What you wanna be when you grow up. You wanna be thugs. You wanna be pranksters. You wanna sell drugs.