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

The Mack 

 

No man all bitches are the same, just like my hoes, you know 

I keep em broke 

Wake up one morning with some money they're subject to go crazy you know? 

I keep em lookin good, pretty and all that 

You know, but no dough 

When I get a bitch, I got a bitch (right on) 

 

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Word up, that motherfuckin brother wise 

YouknowhatI'msayin? Teachin the uncivilized 

Yeah, runnin the streets, know it's deep 

Word up, check his technique, yeah 

I be Ghostface 

Flippin the, marvelous track 

Yeah 

You know the steelo, but yo, yo 

Check the bangin sounds that I invent 

Fake niggaz who tried to flex hard came and went 

They couldn't match up with the fly nigga 

Wit his back against the wall 

Heads clapped once I came in the door 

I played the speaker, sippin on Kahlua 

Saw this bad bitch wit a switch 

And yo, I had to step to her in a manner 

and rather wished the current was warm 

When I had reached her, I looked and knew the shit was on 

Peace, excuse me, allow toduce myself 

Yo, I'm the man, and Honey, you've been rated top shelf 

Yo, what's your name hon, hair wrapped up in a bun 

Your eyes sparkle, just like glass in the sun 

Never diss em, it's hard for a nigga just to miss em 

Especially, when you're browsin, goin fishin 

Your wasteline, bangin like a bassline 

Physical form is well complexed 

And yo, I love your outline, Boo 

Your whole body is wild, wit your rugged profile 

Enough to make a hard rock smile 

You can't strikeout, tell me what can really go wrong 

You rockin' labels - Tommy Hil down to Claiborne 

Show me some love hon, show me some love boo 

Show me the vibe and I'll be more than glad to shoot it through 

Aiyyo peep it, I know you love Victoria's Secret 

And lovin' all the marvelous slang on how I freak it 

Plus, see you're the type to make a nigga crash 

Far from trash, your flesh is way softer than a baby's ass 

Your body lotion is the potion, the shit got me open like dust 

And yo, your stee is high potent, yo 

We can go the distance, I put you under wings 

From this convo we can spark and see whatever brings 

I walked a hot Arabian desert, barefooted 

I grabbed your hand, you grabbed my joint and knew where to put it 

Word up, yo, straight up and down yo 

Check the joint, baby 

It be the Wu-Tang production 

Yeah, yeah, and all types of shit 

And brothas catchin repercussions 

Yo, straight up 

 

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