Raekwon - We Will Rob You lyrics

rate me

Who the hell teaches you kung fu?

Your master must be an ignorant idiot as well!

(Uncle Ricky, would you read us a bedtime story?)

Nah kid, but I'm a give you one them old Raekwon crime joints

Feel me? We will, we will...

We will, we will - here we go

Well it was late one night, walking through the park

With my leathered down coat and wallabee Clarks

Getting my step on, big shit, big six, big wrist

So much excitement in the air, I was crisp

Money suitcase, Louis joint (yo, Rae, I'm a get some shit just like yours!)

Go make it happen, black God and get rich

Saw the D's fly by, in a New Yorker, yup, tints and shit

They made a right on me, them last two dicks

Know I seen 'em, Max loaded, jog right back to the car

They spun around again and blast they shits

I dropped a Backwood, a puff and then a 6-4-5

You'se a live nigga, you almost smashed yo shit

I'm a don my way out the bitch, moving through the car

Nice and slow, two hoodies on and a golden pit

Nigga had a white eye, they both blacked down

What's the clown shit for? The dog jumped in the whip

It was a trained one, wops pointed at me (yo, nigga, freeze)

I told the Chef Raekwon, pump the breaks

Slow it down, you know these C-Cypher Punks scanned your plates

Release the seatbelt off the shoulders, a mile ahead

Then the vibe got a lot colder when the marksman said

"Black niggas in the Jeep, get the fuck out the car"

"Put your hands where my eyes can see or suffer a scar"

He was a veteran, who kept, pepper spray in the cannister

Donut shop lounger, thirty eight brandisher

On top of that, the blunt smoke just rang a bell

Of his bloodhound who had an acute sense of smell

Beef tripping, saliva dripping from razor sharp teeth

That was pointy as the daggers of the Indian Chiefs

Same cops known for exorting pimps and booking whores

Aimed glocks at me and Rae, cause they was looking for

A few MC's wanted for a string of break-ins

Last seen, wearing long minks and snakeskins

We will, we will, rob you

We will, we will, glock you

We will, we will, what? who? (not you)

Here we go...

You know my Clan done ran from Japan to Atlanta

With stamina, peace to Chef, Mr. Meth

Move it on your left, with the Iron Lung breath

Ghostface Kill', U-G I'll

Deck so real, Dr. Ason Unique, the medic

Ahh, Allah Just, The Abbott, ya'll niggas can't forget it

You might catch a Cap if your shit ain't Street

Allah Mathematics make the cypher complete

See knowledge is the foundation of existence

To know starts the spark of the flow

Wisdom activation of the Nation moving

Wise words, show and prove or understand the 13 letters

And the Masta, culture be the way of life

Freedom is reward, who will pay the price for the power

Spending hour after hour, preparing his self

For the hour, now look how refined

When the mind and body is one, every part of me

Supreme equality, manifest the nature of self

G-O-D, now build and add on to the truth

Destroy the bullshit, born incomplete