Butter Knives Lyrics - Shaolin Vs Wu-tang - Raekwon

(They say he's a swordsman) 

Back to that fly shit 

(They say he's a swordsman) 

Silicone Valley good shit, right here, boy 

More money on this rhyme right here, boy 

Take ya'll back to the front of the muthafucking 1-6-O, oh shit 

Yo, lord, that first Wu shit 

You know what it is, it's that muthafucking 

Special made, high powered, special made forces 

What up, what up, what up? 

Aiyo, aiyo chef that fly with a meat cleaver 

Swing on a young nigga, smack flames at him, no gun neither 

Leave him with a buck, what the fuck 

(They say he's a swordsman) 

Get that little, nigga 

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Who give a fuck if he's a swordsman, I'm a gunman, I run from nothing 

Chain came from rent days and pumping 

Wire cell with valor's on, drawers is colorful 

I do this, forever nigga, raw style 

Lighting Phillies, fly by willies, can't come through 

Unless your vehicle, three hundred chain, silly 

Laying in the park with the killas, the Coupes and villains 

No rims, we just ball for the millions 

The emperor of slang lords, kings get clapped in they dome 

Get your throne rushed and I ain't got a gun on 

High power ninjas who touch you, lay a gun on 

Drinking with the best of the hustling 

I got butter knives like you got butter knives 

Come through huddling, run through the spot thirty times 

All my niggas old school robbers, do what it do 

I got a sixty-two, a black pair of goggles 

Photos 

FILA approachers, the Bee Hives, the vultures and the roasters 

Can't come through with cedar toasters 

It's going down, only in the town 

Your heart get tested and gun play is only an investment 

Flying shooters, eye-wear Rugers 

Stars and swords in front of the building, five thousand students 

Cocaine cops they know him 

(They say he's a swordsman) 

You already know that, man 

Diamond up, double O sevens, come through, 1-8-7 

Back to the Hill in a second, yeah 

Sons jump in front of them bullets, push me up in the bullet 

Stay cool, I got shit, where ya weapon? 

Hurricane slammers, earthquake clips and cannons 

Back of the building with the jammers 

Live well, eat well, welcome to the Terrordome, sleep well 

Who don't like beefing? Keep shells 

I flow with the souls of sharks and criminals in they heart 

Play parts of this in detail 

Well carried mannered, blampers, ninjas black down 

Pop up on spots and vanished 

(They say he's a swordsman) 

I got butter knives like you got butter knives 

Come through huddling, run through the spot thirty times 

All my niggas old school robbers, do what it do 

I got a sixty-two, a black pair of goggles 

FILA approachers, the Bee Hives, the vultures and the roasters 

Can't come through with cedar toasters 

It's going down, only in the town 

Your heart get tested and gun play is only an investment 

Get down, Lord 

(They say he's a swordsman)