The Lex Diamond Story

Raekwon lyrics

Raekwon lyrics

"Musketeers Of Pig Alley Lyrics"

prague Lyrics
i pack my suit in a bag i'm all dressed up for prague i'm all dressed up with you all dressed up for him too prepare myself for a war before i even open up my door before i even look out i'm pissing all of my bullets about i wrap myself in a bag i'm all wrapped up in prague i'm all wrapped up in you i'm all wrapped up in him too prepare myself for a war and I don't know what i'm doing this for trying to let it all


f/ Inspectah Deck, Masta Killa



[Raekwon]

Crack that pineapple open

Vision of break faces, gettin' money lay in the boats

Got big rifles, play the hood, ride Benz cycles

Y'all mens are psycho, Killah Hill 'ciples

More fly generics, money make moves, forget it

We got this locked since nineteen-seven

So many rods and weapons, ain't no more reppin's

Take the shit back, faggot, we hate that

Meet the real, we lock the real, me/him lock the steel

Pop off, pull out, drop them bills

I run with all real killas, all for realers

Nikes on, awesome gorillas

Want more then kill 'em, front war, reveal 'em

I want him stretched out, listen, he lost the buildin'

All fly gangstas, more bankers, hundred wit' us

We ex-dust niggas, don't even touch my drin
The Evil Eye Lyrics
Who's that a-knockin' at my door tonight? Leave me alone 'till there's morning light You live and learn, you make mistakes You can't imagine why The fire burns for heaven's sake Look out for the evil eye Who was that damsel with that wicked stare? Get off my case and take your sins elsewhere You love and learn, you cross that bridge You want to pacify The tables turn and you've dug your ditch Look out for the evil
k

Fuck around, get shanked, stabbed, shot and broke

Ya' yolked and he blast-es through you in the faint

All my niggas get paint, yo what's my name?

Lexus Diamond, Ice Water Inc



[Interlude: Masta Killa]

Huh.. (uh-uh-uh-uh)

Uh! Yeah!

Once again in the motherfuckin' place

Fix yo' motherfuckin' face, nigga

Yeah.. you know how we gets down

Me and this mixo, we so.. we so tight

Lex Diamond sound, and uh.

I bees the High Chief, Jamel Arief

Straight from East Medina

And uh.. yo.. yeah!

Yeah.. huh!



[Masta Killa]

They started jammin' in the park, just after dark

Two turntables and their DJ scratchin'

Words seemed to have an attraction when they rhymin'

Hip-hop caused the guns to
Raiz Lyrics
Canto bajo relieves nave tierra, sigo tu voz bailo brotado de ilusi?n un sue?o tibio para los dos ?Qu? otra cosa es un arbol mas que libertad? y si te abrazo es para sentir... Que a nuestro amor nunca podran sacarlo de raiz sacarlo de raiz
start sparkin'

Temperature risin'

Drape a nigga up with the ratchet, less talkin'

Caught him on the 'nard, bomb like a G. hard

Explosion rocks the Promenade, I'm God

And he show and provin', 'knowledge how he movin'

Smift as the wisdom, move from my gate in a drunken state

I wrote this degree, adjust ya eyes in the light so you could see

Never fall victim, dictate the fate

Leave the bake for the snake

If he take than I take his head without question

In the one to fourteen check the Justice lesson

Now uh!



[Interlude: Inspectah Deck]

Uh! It's the pineapple Daquiri fuckin' up ya mindstate

Ya heard? (Yeah) Spread the motherfuckin' word

Yo!



[Inspectah Deck]

I'm from where it's real, niggas peal ya' orange

Story Of My Life Lyrics
We want enough bricks that we could build apartments

I. General in the field of marksmen

The Bad Boys wit' me ain't Will or Martin

Feel what I'm droppin', I spit the ill doctrine

Spot him deep in the Killah Hill poppin'

Two feet dug in the dirt, up to the skirt

Spectator on the sideline lovin' the work

And my team ain't ya' average, CREAM we handle it

Fiends seekin' packages, beams and banana clips

Festo! If you wit' me, let's go!

The nymphos love me, X-O, X-O

Boy listen hard, think twice before you get involved

We hold the weight like cons in the prison yard

They call the riot squad, we live and in charge

Y'all non-beleivers get reminded with scars

It's the pineapple, Rebel I. natural

Fine wine hundred proof, spittin' mine at you

(CHUH-PUGH! Nigga!)