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

*sounds of the street, Wu-Tang St. Ide's commercial is in the background* 

(this is a best guess based on what's heard underneath Rae's conversation) 

Who's the Wallabe kid, dress down, could never be Son 

Ricochet daily hit the deli for a cold one 

May I be blessed yes? My mic is like a laser beam 

that blow between the bushes, St. Ide's and I the king of things 

Crack the bottle of the St. Ide's, sippin it's real 

and thrillin will I, drink it and we only 

too be dope, you can't die, them peoples do lie 

And if the street don't know, you're full of slang cane pain 

It was hot, on the spot, so I jetted up the block 

I said, ock, I'm hot, let's go sit on the bay by the docks 

of the black, I'm fully packed, always got my Trojan 

Heads got bottles open, fill my cup till flowin 

 

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*conversation* 

All that good shit 

Yeah 

KnowhatI'msayin, you come in, you come in lookin flavorful 

Word 

YouknowhatImean? You the whole shit of the whole night 

But I've seen it though, knowhatI'msayin? Like I seen it 

You know, my G is too futuristic for that shit, knowhatI'msayin? 

Word, did you try to get a little swerve kid on? 

Tried to man, youknowhatI'msayin, but she was come pullin off 

Word 

Word? 

Just come pullin off her as her drawers 

Worrrd 

Fuck that bitch though, knowhatI'msayin? Shoulda, on the real 

Yo yo tonight feel like a nigga gonna get burnt 

Yeah yeah 

It's like you hear something tomorrow right 

Some like yo, blahzay blahe 

It's the wind, I'm tellin you 

Yeah yeah word 

It's the air, I can feel it 

It feel hot, it feel feel hot at night and shit like 

the sun ain't even out 

Yo the sun don't shine nobody, knowhatI'msayin? 

 

Photos 

 

Yeah 

One-two, one-two, nigga 

Line for line, line for line 

How we get down wit da rhyme 

Yo, it be a line for line, line for line 

This is how we get down 

Yeah, line for line, line for line 

This is how we get down 

 

Yo! Can you feel me? 

Storytellin rap Magellan I ain't tellin 

Them niggaz ran in the spot for sellin 

Word up, pushed up, man got mushed up 

Seen him at a rap show actin like fat cat though 

Glasses gold, shinin like a real big boy 

This nigga had mega ice on Chips Ahoy! 

Cat surrounded, this political brown kid 

All out the wind yo, my man walked in 

Pullin mints out son had mad clientele 

Order me Cristal twice Kion, chill! 

Watch them niggaz, aiyyo that clique's from outta state 

They bubble weight in Far Rockaway with Blake Carrington 

You know the kid with the most doe-getters 

And terrors on fat shit clique they rock Lo sweaters 

That's my man, that's my man too 

Call him up on the strength of the Wu 

And watch me game, yo grab the cell 

I got a heist to pull off well 

At the end of the week, I'm buyin you a L 

Lexus nigga, I ain't talkin bout Hancock 

No time for weed plus no time to get locked 

That night, up in the staircase 

Cousin had me laced out, skeed all outta my face 

We gon' get dat cruchy chump for all of his lump 

Don't try to front, you was sweatin this Hilfidiger 

Guess who walked in - Abbott and his man from Farragut 

Confront him wit the Ruger on his back, walk in black 

Where's your man, where's the sky blue Land at? 

Stop playin Wu in the back, smacked him wit the gat 

(Yo, money said he be here in fifteen!) 

Stop lyin, wait for the Millenia green to pull up 

He got the Donna Karen shit on, two rings 

Six carats a piece plus the chain swing 

Like anchors on ships flooded wit all diamond chips 

Back pockets: two clips - four-fifths wit rubber grips 

Layin, two bottles of brass I was slayin 

Meditatin, red dot be waitin for my payment 

Heard the key in the lock, cocked the glock 

Turn the lights out, dip behind the couch 

Kion, gag his mouth 

Infra-redded his head when he entered 

But a soft Perry Ellis leather with Dorinda 

A friend of, Kion's wife, Kenya, the bitch larger than life 

Yo, shorty be fuckin mad Columbian niggaz 

Fuck it, get on the floor meet the black Lex Luthor 

Stripped fast, the bitch had on Claiborne drawers 

Yo Rae, you about to scrape her, chill Ghost 

Thought for a second, turned around 

Threw the nine in his meatloaf 

Yo, where's the cash and the stash that's mixed? 

I don't know! 

Shot his hand, he started screamin like a bitch! 

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