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

(feat. Ghostface Killah, Method Man, RZA & Masta Killa) 

 

Intro: 

 

And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get 

Tony Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America 

Who wants to kill him? 

No information, say yes or no 

One point five million 

Alright, you get what you want -- money's no object 

They're all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable 

And there are explosive head bullets, in the clip 

 

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[Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)] 

 

Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here come the cop man 

Yo Starks come here, come here Sun 

Come here for a minute! 

Aiyyo aiyyo hold up hold up 

Shit we gotta go to the store for more baking soda 

Yo yo yo get your fuckin, yo this made of glass nig! 

Get your big Adidas off my moms table man! 

Get the fuck off it man. 

Yo just chill man, pass the Crystal man. 

Niggaz is greedy man, damn. 

Big ass shits. 

Yo man you ain't smoking none of that weed in here man. 

Chill man. 

 

Photos 

 

Bobby Steels 

Somebody go to the store man 

Sup kid? 

Get that baking soda. 

(Yo!) Let's cut the pie five ways 

(Noodles) We came off with two mil kid 

Fast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt coming through) 

La cosa nostra 

(Johnny Blaze!) 

(Lou Diamonds!) 

Represent kid. 

(Tony Starks) 

Universal frontier 

(Original blood claat bad bwoys) 

 

Chorus: Method Man 

 

Who come to get you? None. They want guns! 

I be the first to set off shit, last to run 

Wu roll together as one 

I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one 

 

Verse One: Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze 

 

Check it 

Scriptures hit the body like sawed off shotties 

Like my hair notty and my nosepiece snotty 

Fuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably 

Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real 

Ain't nothing fraudulent here, we pioneer 

Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah 

36 Chambers of fear, huh, you lost it 

Information leaking out your faucets, hmmmmm 

Time to forfeit your crown and leave the ground 

There's a new sheriff in town holdin it down 

It's the two holster, shit shot smoker 

Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster 

Wild in the West, a student of my culture 

And life is the test, hold up 

Let a nigga catch his breath, we still paying dues 

And the last one is death, back to the essence 

With that shit you stressing, this rap profession 

Now peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin 

Isle plus my style, Criminology pays 

The last times and days, Johnny fuckin Blaze 

 

Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou Diamonds 

 

This goes for niggaz who know 

Wu will grow like llello, ley no, plus coolin in Barbados 

Ricaans be givin me much shit, the dutch shit 

Stay cool papi, seize it with enough shit 

Back at the lab a, crack's bagged up 

Yo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if they hafta 

Senoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin guards margaritas 

Suckin his dick, up in the whip long 

Designed for rhyme prime nigga jail time jiggas 

Them niggaz up in Height figures bitin niggaz 

Silks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain yeah 

Jakes beware black rap millionaires 

Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin this year 

One eight hundred gambino niggaz yeah 

 

[Meth] 

Wu roll together as one 

I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one 

 

Verse Three: RZA, a.k.a. Bobby Steels 

 

Solid gold crown is shinin 

Solid gold, check it Sun yo 

Solid gold crown be shinin and blindin like some diamonds 

I be pioneering the style in the cloud with silver linings 

Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected 

The heart the rib cage the chest and solar plexus 

Casting stones, cracking two-hundred and six bones 

And watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone 

How dare you approach it with dim pones 

The overfiend like noah bean green souls with a soldier mean 

The grand exquisite imperial wizard oh is it 

The Ryzarector come to pay your ass a visit 

Local bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general 

Lickin shots to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial 

Happen millenium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin 

goes up your adrenalin son it's time for boutin 

It's a mileage resemblin niggaz who like followin 

Trapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle 

 

Verse Four: Master Killer 

 

God steppin forth upon holy down of the track 

It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack 

So I decided to bite down on the mic 

So the pain of the track won't deny the fact 

That I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an expert 

That hurts the individual who tries to visualize under 

Cuz I strike, like thunder 

Niggaz couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable 

My wisdom fucks up your respiratorial 

Systems are fractured by the killa tactics 

Style is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged 

Enter the entity, my vicinity 

Is three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity 

Represent the school of hard knocks and glocks my 

Clan is hoss and got mad moss for blocks so 

Feel the force of impact from the iron side of 

The gat as I attack the track 

From the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome 

Watch a nigga get blown out his muthafuckin dome 

piece, deceased, laid to rest 

 

Chorus 

 

Verse Five: Ghostface Killer, a.k.a. Tony Starks 

 

Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room 

Holdin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom 

Full moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath 

Sold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef 

So step back, to the lab at, high velocity 

My teammate, enhance cells well like a pharmacy 

Fuck horado pablos plan growas bravo 

Goodfellas we know, best sellas become novels 

The man rockin head bands, silk scarves and jams 

Early 80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams 

The laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies 

Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's 

Remember them kids that came off with 8 million 

Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavillions 

Them flower heads must have been stupid 

Tell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid 

That's jet money, undaground money 

Submarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies 

 

Cosa cosa, come on... 

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