King Of Kings - Raekwon

Let＇s go (Yeah ni**a)
Good lookin' Rae that＇s what I'm talkin' about
(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 *s man
Yeah come on yo
Stuck y＇all like gum underneath my kicks
Better move little f**ks when the heat I＇ll spit
The hammer clap like the a** on a meat-out chick
Dump clips like a trifflin＇ a** b**ch 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 sh*t 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 *s (we those *s)
All that money is us now
What＇s f**kin＇ wit＇ us
Eh yo all around hungry
That＇s us and can＇t get nothin＇ get it
Eh yo all that money
All them *s
All them shorties
Everybody yell ＂All lovely＂
I chop meat out ya face Daddy gladly
Mad breeze on
Ubberband currency and I splash ya visa
You know the code yo caesar low straddlers
Front Street 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 *s dead
What Battle for cake and f**k wizzes
We do it straight business
All mount ride ain＇t no fake *s
Reminisce spit faces
Pissin＇ on the fake little swindler＇s list
Rae gave them *s cake
Battle the gun you＇re wildin＇
I might levitatate well
I might take ya sh*t
Push up stylin＇ it
Oxes reefers police need us
The regime of Shaolin with Queens re-up
F**kin＇ with the poisonous hand
Remember y＇all
No commercial
Hurt you yo go get ya mans
Eh yo select me Gucci sneaker recipe
Not the S dot Carters
No disrespect but respect me
One of the top five gangstas alive
My element is just the Elliott Ness
*s who hide
Yo I ran from some *s that was police
These *s heard about me bringin＇ marked money in
I had the whole East
I＇ve been the greatest been flippin＇ the latest
Somethin＇ like the new haggler on the Ave
Ham it up pullin＇ haze
And all the young *s praise me
It's like the talent of the Six Million Dollar Man' yana pace
Come on banana squeeze aim at these Caravans
Heard he had his man and that ugly Keish＇
Comin' from a galaxy of hood
Hard real people gettin' ki's
F**k wit' the media
It's all good