Russian Cut (feat. Lord Superb) - Raekwon

See me in the club, got a gun on my leg Select paper and invade All the illest niggas tally up paid, yo Live Crew meeting, laying in the lab with robes of fly Mo We hold all niggas eating Racquetball gangsters, unleash the law straight up Colorful drawers, bad whores on the weekend Eat it raw style like Flounder Fucking with mine or how we design my niggas might find ya Laying in the Tropics, big dick shit on park The way his Clarks look, niggas on topics Moving out, coloured Durangos, picture me broke I'm bound to wreck your body as they turn the party out See me in the club, got a gun on my leg Select paper and invade all the illest niggas tally up paid, yo Live Crew meeting, laying in the lab with robes of fly Mo We hold all niggas eating Racquetball gangsters, unleash the law straight up Colorful drawers, bad whores on the weekend Eat it raw style like Flounder Fucking with mine or how we design my niggas might find ya Laying in the Tropics, big dick shit on park The way his Clarks look, niggas on topics Moving out, coloured Durangos, picture me broke That's like picture rich niggas with the same coats Or rich niggas with the same coke You can catch us cruising, balling a ship, fully equipped On a StarTAC, calling a bitch, I'm what you get When that Absolut and Hennesey mix (Ultimate! Ultimate!) Wu shit, my whole click (Ultimate! Ultimate!) Rub-a-dub, ass in the club, showing me love Saying Peace to the nigga that thug, I got the drugs And the .38, snub-nose, striking a pose Baby girl spilled her drink on my clothes, the new Girbauds Hot Nikks , Nigga what's happening? Ain't shit, holding my dick, smoking a clip, thanks for asking Mashing, the latest fashion Dance floor packed in, whites, blacks and latins All in together, together for worse or better Now I put it down whether it's Methy, Method, or Meth-Tical Rock, skate, roll, bounce I'm bound to wreck your body as they turn the party out All magazines lay fly life we live The lingo was to let y'all niggas know how niggas rep I'm set lighting the Purple in a new Lex Trifling work, let's murder everything that move on the set I better pay Big Mama for using his lyrics (Repeat x4) And my mouth stay dry cos I swallow the struggle I might connect you to a VCR after they plug you I'm not a gangster and I hate thugs too I'm just a nigga that paint a picture without a paintbrush too Without a paintbrush too Bulletproof Wallets, 20 G kitchens sets made out of Korea Top Sear, gots to be a lots to see a rocks Knots we re'd up behind the stove asking how Maria popped Lea Cursed out Nia, burst out her purse With the gods you jeer from Star's Pizzeria Peace hate to be ya, especially when them shots ring off In slow motion when yo' head hit the meter You lost two liters , At the same case speeder Peter slid through shook 'em down for his reefer James chased Theresa with a hatchet on Easter Two murders in the hood, we call it double features Watch how I eat this, freak the best teacher After prayer with the preacher, I get skied in the bleachers And your girl, I might eat her I'm a lover, not a biter I still catch her for a pizza You can be as good as the rest of 'em or as bad as the worst So don't hate me, you better move over yeah! Wallets motherfucker! All my shit is bulletproof Bulletproof projects, bulletproof wallets RAGU, you heard, you bird-ass niggas Y'all niggas ain't got a chance See me in the club, got a gun on my leg Select paper and invade all the illest niggas tally up paid, yo Live Crew meeting, laying in the lab with robes of fly Mo We hold all niggas eating Racquetball gangsters, unleash the law straight up Colorful drawers, bad whores on the weekend Eat it raw style like Flounder Fucking with mine or how we design my niggas might find ya Laying in the Tropics, big dick shit on park The way his Clarks look, niggas on topics Moving out, coloured Durangos, picture me broke That's like picture rich niggas with the same coats Or rich niggas with the same coke You can catch us cruising, balling a ship, fully equipped On a StarTAC, calling a bitch, I'm what you get When that Absolut and Hennesey mix (Ultimate! Ultimate!) Wu shit, my whole click (Ultimate! Ultimate!) Rub-a-dub, ass in the club, showing me love Saying Peace to the nigga that thug, I got the drugs And the .38, snub-nose, striking a pose Baby girl spilled her drink on my clothes, the new Girbauds Louis Rich, Hot Nikks, nigga what's happening? Ain't shit, holding my dick, smoking a clip, thanks for asking Mashing, the latest fashion Dance floor packed in, whites, blacks and latins All in together, together for worse or better Now I put it down whether it's Methy, Method, or Meth-Tical Rock, skate, roll, bounce I'm bound to wreck your body as they turn the party out All magazines lay fly life we live The lingo was to let y'all niggas know how niggas rep I'm set lighting the Purple in a new Lex Trifling work, let's murder everything that move on the set I better pay Big Mama for using his lyrics (Repeat x4) You can be as good as the rest of 'em or as bad as the worst So don't hate me, you better move over yeah! Wallets motherfucker! All my shit is bulletproof Bulletproof projects, bulletproof wallets RAGU, you heard, you bird-ass niggas Y'all niggas ain't got a chance See me in the club, got a gun on my leg Select paper and invade all the illest niggas tally up paid, yo Live Crew meeting, laying in the lab with robes of fly Mo We hold all niggas eating Racquetball gangsters, unleash the law straight up Colorful drawers, bad whores on the weekend Eat it raw style like Flounder Fucking with mine or how we design my niggas might find ya Laying in the Tropics, big dick shit on park The way his Clarks look, niggas on topics Moving out, coloured Durangos, picture me broke That's like picture rich niggas with the same coats Or rich niggas with the same coke You can catch us cruising, balling a ship, fully equipped On a StarTAC, calling a bitch, I'm what you get When that Absolut and Hennesey mix (Ultimate! Ultimate!) Wu shit, my whole click (Ultimate! Ultimate!) Rub-a-dub, ass in the club, showing me love Saying Peace to the nigga that thug, I got the drugs And the .38, snub-nose, striking a pose Baby girl spilled her drink on my clothes, the new Girbauds Louis Rich, Hot Nikks, nigga what's happening? Ain't shit, holding my dick, smoking a clip, thanks for asking Mashing, the latest fashion Dance floor packed in, whites, blacks and latins All in together, together for worse or better Now I put it down whether it's Methy, Method, or Meth-Tical Rock, skate, roll, bounce I'm bound to wreck your body as they turn the party out All magazines lay fly life we live The lingo was to let y'all niggas know how niggas rep I'm set lighting the Purple in a new Lex Trifling work, let's murder everything that move on the set I better pay Big Mama for using his lyrics (Repeat x4) And my mouth stay dry cos I swallow the struggle I might connect you to a VCR after they plug you I'm not a gangster and I hate thugs too I'm just a nigga that paint a picture without a paintbrush too Without a paintbrush too Bulletproof Wallets, 20 G kitchens sets made out of Korea Top Sear, gots to be a lots to see a rocks Knots we re'd up behind the stove asking how Maria popped Lea Cursed out Nia, burst out her purse With the gods you jeer from Star's Pizzeria Peace hate to be ya, especially when them shots ring off In slow motion when yo' head hit the meter You lost two liters, at the same case speeder Peter slid through shook 'em down for his reefer James chased Theresa with a hatchet on Easter Two murders in the hood, we call it double features Watch how I eat this, freak the best teacher After prayer with the preacher, I get skied in the bleachers And your girl, I might eat her I'm a lover, not a biter I still catch her for a pizza You can be as good as the rest of 'em or as bad as the worst So don't hate me, you better move over yeah! Wallets motherfucker! All my shit is bulletproof Bulletproof projects, bulletproof wallets RAGU, you heard, you bird-ass niggas Y'all niggas ain't got a chance See me in the club, got a gun on my leg Select paper and invade all the illest niggas tally up paid, yo Live Crew meeting, laying in the lab with robes of fly Mo We hold all niggas eating Racquetball gangsters, unleash the law straight up Colorful drawers, bad whores on the weekend Eat it raw style like Flounder Fucking with mine or how we design my niggas might find ya Laying in the Tropics, big dick shit on park The way his Clarks look, niggas on topics Moving out, coloured Durangos, picture me broke That's like picture rich niggas with the same coats Or rich niggas with the same coke You can catch us cruising, balling a ship, fully equipped On a StarTAC, calling a bitch, I'm what you get When that Absolut and Hennesey mix (Ultimate! Ultimate!) Wu shit, my whole click (Ultimate! Ultimate!) Rub-a-dub, ass in the club, showing me love Saying Peace to the nigga that thug, I got the drugs And the .38, snub-nose, striking a pose Baby girl spilled her drink on my clothes, the new Girbauds Louis Rich, Hot Nikks, nigga what's happening? Ain't shit, holding my dick, smoking a clip, thanks for asking Mashing, the latest fashion Dance floor packed in, whites, blacks and latins All in together, together for worse or better Now I put it down whether it's Methy, Method, or Meth-Tical Rock, skate, roll, bounce I'm bound to wreck your body as they turn the party out All magazines lay fly life we live The lingo was to let y'all niggas know how niggas rep I'm set lighting the Purple in a new Lex Trifling work, let's murder everything that move on the set I better pay Big Mama for using his lyrics (Repeat x4) And my mouth stay dry cos I swallow the struggle I might connect you to a VCR after they plug you I'm not a gangster and I hate thugs too I'm just a nigga that paint a picture without a paintbrush too Without a paintbrush too See me in the club, got a gun on my leg Select paper and invade all the illest niggas tally up paid, yo Live Crew meeting, laying in the lab with robes of fly Mo We hold all niggas eating Racquetball gangsters, unleash the law straight up Colorful drawers, bad whores on the weekend Eat it raw style like Flounder Fucking with mine or how we design my niggas might find ya Laying in the Tropics, big dick shit on park The way his Clarks look, niggas on topics Moving out, coloured Durangos, picture me broke That's like picture rich niggas with the same coats Or rich niggas with the same coke You can catch us cruising, balling a ship, fully equipped On a StarTAC, calling a bitch, I'm what you get When that Absolut and Hennesey mix (Ultimate! Ultimate!) Wu shit, my whole click (Ultimate! Ultimate!) Rub-a-dub, ass in the club, showing me love Saying Peace to the nigga that thug, I got the drugs And the .38, snub-nose, striking a pose Baby girl spilled her drink on my clothes, the new Girbauds Louis Rich, Hot Nikks, nigga what's happening? Ain't shit, holding my dick, smoking a clip, thanks for asking Mashing, the latest fashion Dance floor packed in, whites, blacks and latins All in together, together for worse or better Now I put it down whether it's Methy, Method, or Meth-Tical Rock, skate, roll, bounce I'm bound to wreck your body as they turn the party out All magazines lay fly life we live The lingo was to let y'all niggas know how niggas rep I'm set lighting the Purple in a new Lex Trifling work, let's murder everything that move on the set I better pay Big Mama for using his lyrics (Repeat x4) And my mouth stay dry cos I swallow the struggle I might connect you to a VCR after they plug you I'm not a gangster and I hate thugs too I'm just a nigga that paint a picture without a paintbrush too Without a paintbrush too Bulletproof Wallets, 20 G kitchens sets made out of Korea Top Sear, gots to be a lots to see a rocks Knots we re'd up behind the stove asking how Maria popped Lea Cursed out Nia, burst out her purse With the gods you jeer from Star's Pizzeria Peace hate to be ya, especially when them shots ring off In slow motion when yo' head hit the meter You lost two liters, at the same case speeder Peter slid through shook 'em down for his reefer James chased Theresa with a hatchet on Easter Two murders in the hood, we call it double features Watch how I eat this, freak the best teacher After prayer with the preacher, I get skied in the bleachers And your girl, I might eat her I'm a lover, not a biter I still catch her for a pizza You can be as good as the rest of 'em or as bad as the worst So don't hate me, you better move over yeah! Wallets motherfucker! All my shit is bulletproof Bulletproof projects, bulletproof wallets RAGU, you heard, you bird-ass niggas Y'all niggas ain't got a chance I better pay Big Mama for using his lyrics [Superb] You can be as good as the rest of 'em or as bad as the worst So don't hate me, you better move over yeah!

"Tony Starks fights again for survival, And by just a thin thread of electric current Wins another victory." [Superb (Ghostface)] Ugh, c'mon, yeah, c'mon y'all (Bounce wit us) Hip-hop (What? Celebrities, what?) (Street corner) For all my niggas Crack spot niggas *Chip Banks starts to sing "we made it"* Chicken ass mothafuckas, envious bitches Yo, you know what y'all... Make me wan' pop sumthin', no champagne Two-five on me, weed and crack stalk me Bitch motherfucker tried to get a rep' off me Leave him there, never know, get him off me I remember days when we just fucked bitches Bought a lot of clothes and just played the ave. Now we rap niggas with a lot of wardrobes And if we want a nigga dead we pay the cash I ain't tryin to waste my career on y'all Even scuffle with y'all, waste gear on y'all But if I gotta go out, you know I'ma show out You gon' fuck around and get your whole back blown out I remember on the Island, can't tone out The mess hall crawler, about to zone out Dumb motherfuckers with our microphone out We just dumb motherfuckers with our microphone out [Chip Banks] See. see. see me I roll with Ghost and cats that carry they toast and Make the post and from pagin, sin astasian When it's time to bust off them things, it ain't a game man We rocked out own diamond rings, see them 'Bling, Bling' Got big boy toys, Porsche, Sixes Dime bitches, told y'all before we import those Jury stay froze, court cases get closed Niggas hate Nino cuz how fast I roast them Like George Jefferson and em, steppin on em The headline read, "Starks had the weapon on em" The best, what y'all expect? He a vet Plus the best, now tell me how we gon' foul When we dealin with 'Supreme Clientele' [Chorus: Superb - American Cream Team x2] >From Riker's Island to the Camay Island We thugs like, life is the same challenge Do the knowledge, recognize your talent And if you live the streets, you better stay silent [Ghostface Killah] Yo, spotted at a mirage, Ghostface walked by groupies Minkal monk stars, I come in cat, invades Mars Hallyed at a sanctuary, first dent placed upon entry Fainted when the book mentioned me Keep ballin, new systems, high sciences Drop that, Ghost listenin, the track sizzlin Angelica, Judey Plum for bitches, Goines king of the century Best sellers, but niggas stay together Posted up trucks, leanin on the Benz Cinemax smile shot in thrity-five lens You program, broke bottles of Dom Seven inch bangles, back breakers I'm a dope feed, look at my art, Popeye strength Rap with a British accent, Gucci clothes Dennis Coles in the latest fashions Blow backs in, flip raps like fourty-eight bundles Dinner plates, deadly front gates, celeb Brian Gumble [Hell Razah] Interlapse this in like Deniro, words in your center earhole Blocks of ice like Sub-Zero, we been right since day zero Shatter your soul like glass windows Turn verses to nymphos, pop these hollows at fake cats in a Tahoe Wild out, throw your liquor bottles at hood rats to the richest models We conversate like Christ and the twelve apostles Livin life without you, can't count you as great men Murderers in the state pen', bein caged in The wage is a sin, before they read up they pop our tape in You ain't gotta tuck you chain in cuz here we want the head of Satan Durags and our pants hangin *Chip Banks starts to sing "we made it" again* [Ghostface] Uh-huh, uh-huh That's right y'all Street corners Jail niggas Riker's Island Ge-Grey Haven Big Un That's right y'all Word up All y'all, all y'all crumbs We made it, nigga Step the fuck off True indeed, true indeed Yeah, Ready Red That's right, my nigga Born That's right yo Lil' Free in the feds That's right, you'll be home nigga Yeah, we made it Yeah, C Allah, word up That's fam Yeah, check it out Staten Island True indeed Five boroughs Check it, uh-huh

Man: Yo What up D? Huh? You bought that from Tower Records? What's that, let me see that bag Get the f**k off, get the f**k off it Come here man, what the f**k I...(banging) Like that nigga, give me that man You dead on this purple tape nigga you dead on that F**k outta here (gun cock) Raekwon: Niggas think I can't sell five million? Ya'll niggas is mad Ya'll must not know the work I put in on this For real, that's for real for real (ha ha) Represent, flick it up all day nigga, Immobilarity Ya'll know my work, this category is raw (Raekwon) Aiyo slash your position Verbal mike physician Blow lines like chimes in the kitchen God should vega, straight up stomp that fake out What, he biting everything, biting his nuts We slang like champions Caught me in the outlet in Hamptons Style it out Throwin four thousand out Swimsuit mammal get high Float flammable Drop off in a Benz boat lampable Rear like hittin a deer Playin Cuban Linx movin in the chair, he got a ear No question all brolic guerillas stand up Whoever large throw a hand up Throw a grand up Let's like multiply Con-nect both sides, big shit low rides, ga-lide Everybody bump once Yo Chef gonna throw ya'll niggas free lunch Hit the L twice, need it once Track be yelling like a whore Like a swelling on a sore Or this rap Magellion on your jaw I'm a night freak, Boating on the weekends, ten a week Flows spray it like Clinique Rich unique, bitch you weak Contact Reek, we callin up Leek Yo he famous like Ali feet, yo mystical Rap Larry Davis with a pistol And dis you You a student, f**kin wit a principal Chorus(x2) Rollin like ten at a time Begin, love revolves around a thin line Go against this, send mine Lace you chase you down Let a hundred rounds race you Now you went from brolic to a facial (Raekwon) Yo, ayo glass tree house Yo, Fiendin like f**k in a green house Rush and cut, chain cream out Blow steam out Rare like guccis in ears Goose bears Skied up, loving all my deustch years Coat for broadway Hundred and 39th all day Got my chick rollin call her Parle' 20th century max like jail penitentiary Nikki Barnes gon' lynch me What, fruit flavored nikes Benz 2000 the hype piece Send half my love out to white peeps Wu-Tang emblem, success, make a nigga tremble Nine of us stand, nine resemble Filling out tax reports Look live up in Guess shorts Bitches got love and support Yo, leather jacket, yellow Leather hat, mack it real mellow New York state of mind, crime Othello Wild zoo of bitches, burrow that's Staten Yo we actin, Wud up we do that crack thing captain Still camaflouge jackets Mad rackets Out yo we cap shit, picture that nigga mashin Chorus(x2) (Raekwon) Yo, aiyo blowin more reason For a season, wud up shortie jaw season Baltimore hall bleeding Take money, remember that? dun gottori? son Dripped out in Bahamas all bummy Gain you out patriot Portrait of my love mad shit Now we with things, the long gray shit Luke bitches in Barook Cute big, fat bitches with Luke Lex you need boots that switches Flights over Iraq Ironing my hat out, and 'lax Connecting with diplomat cats Harlem hustle connect, Iceberg varsity check Rimmin well ice drool off my dick Abe Lincoln president suites, lay eventually Pinch me, I bought head from Monica Lewinsky Arrest that hoodlum Strong arm that the white gooden Faggot nigga frontin, knew he wouldn't Flexible impact rhymin professional We staked out eatin all side vegetables Prosperity rhymes, lines Casians and Asians Let's blaze niggas with the shine Chorus(x2) Raekwon: Yea word up, that's right ha ha Ya'll be loving my shit, yea all the real niggas Stand up, hey yo let me speak, let me speak Yo this a new year right here It's the 2 with the 3 zeros, here me? It's gonna get technical for real Let's play the game right It's jus a friendly game of baseball Ha feel me? Hey yo Santanna, yo Bring that suitcase in here kid Let's count that, where it came from? Where it came from? Rollin like ten at a time...

[Intro: Raekwon the Chef] (Can it be that it was all so simple then) KnowhatI'msayin, take you on this lyrical high real quick Nineteen ninety three exoticness KnowhatI'msayin, let's get technical Where's your bone at, get up on that shit aight Yo! [Verse One:] Started off on the island, AK Shaolin Niggaz whylin, gun shots thrown the phone dialin Back in the days of eight now, makin a tape now Rae gotta get a plate now Ignorant and mad young, wanted to be the one Till I got (BAM! BAM!) thrown one Yeah, my pops was a fiend since sixteen Shootin' that (that's that shit!) in his blood stream That's the life of a crimey, real live crimey If niggas know the half is behind me Day one, yo, growin all up in the ghetto Now I'm a weed fiend, jettin the Palmetto In Medina, yo no doubt the God got crazy clout Pushin the big joint from down South So if you're filthy stacked up Betta watch ya back and duck Cause these fiends they got it cracked up Now my man from up north, now he got the law It's solid as a rock and crazy salt No jokes, I'm not playin, get his folks Desert Eagle his dick and put 'em in a yolk (AAH!) And to know for sure, I got reck and rip shop I pointed a gat at his mother's knot (Yo, Rae, don't do that shit, man! Don't do that shit!) Fuck that [Chorus] [Raekwon] Dedicated to the winners and the losers (Can it be that it was all so simple then?) [Ghost Face Killer] Dedicated to all jeeps and land cruisers (Can it be that it was all so simple then?) [Raekwon] Dedicated to the Y's, 850-I's (Can it be that it was all so simple then?) [Ghost Face Killer] Dedicated to niggas who do drive-bys (Can it be that it was all so simple then?) [Raekwon] Dedicated to the Lexus and the Ax (Can it be that it was all so simple then?) [Ghost Face Killer] Dedicated to MPV's phat! (Can it be that it was all so simple then?) [Raekwon] Nigguh, yeah, yeah! [Verse Two: Ghostface Killer] Yo! Kickin the fly cliches Doin duets with Rae and A, happens to make my day Though I'm tired of bustin off shots havin to rock knots Runnin up in spots and makin shit hot I'd rather flip shows instead of those Hangin on my living room wall My first joint, and it went gold I want to lamp, I want to be in the shade Plus the spot light Gettin my dick rubbed all night I wanna have me a phat yacht And enough land to go and plant my own sess crops But for now, it just a big dream Cause I find myself in the place where I'm last seen My thoughts must be relaxed Be able to maintain Cause times is changed and life is strange The glorious days is gone, and everybody's doin' bad Yo, mad lives is up for grabs Brothers, passin away, I gotta make wakes Receivin all types of calls from upstate Yo, I can't cope with the pressure Settlin for lesser The god left lessons on my dresser So I can bloom and blossom, find a new way Continue to make hits with Rae and A Sunshine plays a major part in the daytime [Peace to mankind Ghostface carry a black nine, nigga Word up It's on like that] (Can it be that it was all so simple then)