f/ Havoc



[Intro: Havoc (Raekwon)]

Let's go (Yeah, nigga)

Good lookin' Rae that's what I'm talkin' 'bout

(It's all good don't worry about it)

You feel what I'm sayin'? (Don't worry about it)

Yeah (Word up, let's go)

You know how we gotta come at this niggas, man

Yeah.. come on.. yo.



[Havoc]

Stuck, y'all like gum underneath my kicks

Better move little fucks when the heat I'll spit

The hammer clap like the ass on a meat-out chick

Dump clips like a trifflin' ass bitch to drop

If you short you're a chance in the box

But I ain't lettin' you play with the guns in the club, I'm boothin' the ox

Got my eyes on the ho's and I'm a peripheral

Got you cowards poppin' that Moe', my hand on the 'istol

Wild out, have a ball, you could drink 'til you 'url

Thought the Firewater was strong, the pound'll leave you curled

on the floor, like a new born baby, God

What you mean "Is he dead?", what type of shit is leakin' out of his head?

When you cowards see the drama and it come to a head

I'm hittin' Rae up on the jacket, it ain't much to be said

If it's on, go without sayin' somethin', deliverin'

Visa verca, this is Havoc, baby, we those niggas (we those niggas)



[Chorus 2X: Raekwon]

All that money is us, now what's fuckin' wit' us?

Eh yo all around hungry, that's us and can't get nothin' get it

Eh yo all that money, all them niggas

All them shorties, everybody yell "All lovely"



[Raekwon]

I chop meat out ya face, Daddy, gladly

Mad breeze on, rubberband currency and I splash ya visa

You know the code, yo caesar low straddlers

Front Streets, cracks all in the front seat spazzin'

Imperial wizards, Staten

Knife game off the chain and I'm with four hundred with wagons yo

Live wires, shoot darts for bread

Any map, I assist that, I'm holdin' it, all niggas dead

What? Battle for cake and fuck wizzes

We do it straight business, all mount ride, ain't no fake niggas

Reminisce, spit faces

Pissin' on the fake little swindler's list, Rae gave them niggas cake

Battle the gun, you're wildin'

I might levitatate well, I might take ya shit, push up, stylin' it

Oxes, reefers, police need us

The regime of Shaolin with Queens re-up

Fuckin' with the poisonous hand

Remember y'all, no commercial, I hurt you, yo go get ya mans

The Champ Lyrics
i begin to hear you you're the poster job give them all a fading smile entertain an ocean you can't go outside failure is around the corner as you watched you talk it over none of it's enough everyone's too much you're sounding out the dollars anyone can smile anyone... seven empty futures 24 goodbye's empty backstage full of people and it's all bullshit