Knuckleheadz Lyrics - Only Built 4 Cuban Linx [the Purple Tape Watch Box] - Raekwon

One for you, one for me 

Two for you, one-two for me 

Three for you 

What? I'll smack fuck out ya 

Smack fire out your fuckin' ass 

What the fuck you think this is man? 

Get the fuck up outta here man 

So yo matter of fact, the man is back 

Think my head is madder than fuckin' fire 

Shit alright, this ain't even enough burn right here 

This ain't enough 

Fuck it man 

We gonna shoot right over there 

And yo them niggaz got the big cream over there 

So just chill 

So let's do this the fuck up, roll up like tropical kid 

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Don't play me like I got a flowerpot head kid 

Just chill man 

On the real let's go get this money fast son 

I know how we gotta do this kid 

Scrungy-head motherfucker 

Lay on the crime scene, sippin' fine wines 

Pullin nines on, UFOs, takin' they fly clothes 

They eyes closed, we gettin' loot 

No doubt, check the word of mouth, unheard about 

Guns go off and now a murder 'bout, I'm out 

My raps play the part like a get smart secret agent 

In a maze and, styles blazin', Johnny Blaze 

And Tony Starks in a daze and 

Rhymin', my nigga Lou Diamond will wrap it up 

We like meth to go and fuck with noodles 

Havin' them poodles on the lockdown buyin' me 

Amarettas, and chewables, stackin' pharmecuetical 

Rap niggaz on dust and wools 

Photos 

Yo, I told you, some kill, rob and fold 

The gold's untold, fuck it it beats parole 

So stroll marvelous, soul controller 

Of the whole globe, god damn I got it sewn 

And yo, whattup pop, pop the suitcase high 

And we can talk, you can walk out the fuckin' building 

And get caught, save the fully inflatable 

Rap relatable, drug relatable, niggaz here to play with you 

A hundred dollar rottweiler goes to spot sellers 

Guns and glocks go to niggaz who got props 

On top, jail niggaz get mad bigger 

And yo, mail a guy about a hundred pictures 

Word to momma, this rap wonderama team got drama 

Comma, plus smoke realize marijuana 

Chef may resign to boat across the farasana 

Immaculate plus all my guns so accurate 

They get cream and the cuisine in Queens 

I told you, money stated with the night beams and two rings 

Crazy fat, gettin ready to do this shit 

Sniff mad shit man, what the fuck! 

Who's the knucklehead, wantin' respect? 

Chop his fingers in the drug game, money well known 

Lead singer, humdinger, flash is the aftermath 

Here's his photograph 

Run up in his lab, take off the mask chaz and think fast 

Don't laugh, bag the cash 

Grab the hash, don't forget his stash 

Grab the tear gas, and place it in his face fast the full blast 

Then skate to the next state 

Further upstate, I heard they got crazy weight 

Bagged up by the gates, in crates like disco breaks 

Yo look out for jakes, give it all it takes 

Let's burn the place before we motivate 

Yo blake, niggaz don't fink, rape his mate 

If the bitch scream, for God's sake, grab the grey tape 

It's by the plate, with the blow crushed up with the flakes 

Killer snakes, four bodies found floatin' in lakes 

Drug related, paper talkin' 'bout the kids who didn't make it 

Hits without a trace 

Never seen the big C and ghostface 

Congratulations chef, let's celebrate and sip an eighth 

The rap scar is on rap chrome 

Put it on seal it on, we're silicone spark it on your talkathon 

This rap phenomenon, to word is bond to the arms 

Hit me on the hip and horns, rap chaperone 

Scars tone, bar clones, war tones, raw tones 

Blowin' out the door, bones but 

Your rap's fraudulent, float in these rap quarter inches 

Reinforced with suspense, be on your rap sword defense 

These microphone professional, sensational 

Fully operational, I got niggaz here to play with you 

You know the steez you know my whole program 

Brothers from the no-lands, all we want is the G's 

Guns and grams, livin' fat like the hoffa 

Mafia, sippin' eatin' pastas 

Layin' in the house tellin' the seeds about the sagas 

Before we got germanic and thoughts got sporadic 

We grabbed golden tablets and quick guarded the abbots 

Slugs hit the belly put tones into the telly 

Sucker tried to knock me out the box like skelly 

I smoke the weed dreams I drop top two degrees 

Honeydips spendin G's on nails and hair weave 

The crime boss, takin' no loss, excessive force 

We can play the A train, back off the iron horse 

Yo man, Y'know what I'm sayin'? Fuck it man