The Code (feat. Raekwon, 2Ugli & LoDeck) - Snowgoons

Moet got me actin' like a fuckin' goat in here Yo God, remember back in the days God? When we came a long way and shit, man? (No question) Supposed to be blessin' each other on our physical days and shit You know what I'm sayin', it's like basically I wanna hit my family with like land and all of that Diamonds and all that, we ran through that chamber dunn Mainly stack mine, indeed it's been a long time Let me feed y'all, fruits of life, shut up and eat y'all Flavors for neighbors, Wallee's down to gators The whole configuration stackin' paper Yo we do this, on the low though If so, we runnin' John Dolo First thing, you need if you don't know We carry 'cuz it's a real world, show and prove In ill words, all my herbs know the slurge Dress nasty like fuck, keep my bird on the job yo You got to straighten up, do the worst thing to hurt her heart, damn Took care of that, shared, even shed a tear for that Bust my gat to throw gear on her back Damn son, why she takin' you through that? She's a part of me, pardon me flow Allah, we sworn we Wisin' up, take care of home bases Then we slide to another part and start more hatred Life is sacred The other side of that paw, you lie naked Clothes in the box, go 'head take it Flash back Jew status, salute Moms and get ya boots splattered Batting average, ya Mom's had it Just a broke young dumb, full of cum Ready to haunt something, takes something of yours Here you want something, growing up around fifteen Watchin' how the big niggas rollin' wit big cream, big schemes Quick to flash ya gat, laser beam Pool table action black, hundred stacks made my niggas leave Some be sayin', "Let em breathe" The others wanna deceive, how we gonna make it if we don't achieve? Right now, catch it from a vertical degree yo We startin' showin' our asses, committing burglaries One got caught, threw us all off Threw us in the hell section near the boardwalk Wonderin' how the sword talk Did he fall off? Did he stand like the hawk that he was in New York? Kept the waves spinnin' on the cross, of course Come back a little Cutty endorse Risked it for his kids the pain is lost We sittin' back on a better note Yellin,' "Peace God," I love you love you to death, you thoroughbredable The Robin Hood of the hood Sit back, it's all good, won't spoil it if we call it, we all hood Ha ha I make knowledge born to save self, you know? Who gonna live it, gonna live it, be is to be a born, know I mean? Soaked in degrees of knowledge, polished by sun rays Carving by nine swordsmen to a needle point of perfection It's a blessing to deliver this lesson While travellin' the planet, extending development And vote for the mind, never ended We now send it long winded, descended Infital, Bobby Digital, Abbot of the Shaolin now With knowledge and wisdom The original sword style begin, birth of the Wu-Tang Clan

"Everywhere I turn, I see, your face..." Yeah, ah, yeah, yo, yo, yeah Yeah, motivate, motivate, from the gate, ya'll Yeah, aiyo, aiyo, aiyo And we the Gods, still tear the whole hood apart Darts that'll splatter through faces, taste niggaz hearts I'm intellectual, plus professional And Walbaums to vegetables Shit is right here, like buyin' fly gear Dare any white man or fan nigga, ran through niggaz Blew shotties in niggaz lobbies, the grand RZA We left, the radio broke, I yoke my vocals, hittin' green smoke Allah Math', show me when the needle broke Numb the whole crowd up, stupid ass Loud fouled up Never knew what they had, now they proud of us Picture my vision, precision, lines jumpin' out of commission Divine got me, nigga, the boss, he pop me Rae, we gotta generate, lord, I feel the Ditech, the mildew Buy jets and vehicles, steal a little Wrap up the whole rap government Go head, ya'll floss wit it Walk wit, I slap your boss wit it Navy blue, New York fitted, I'm cold frost bitted Two puffs and off wit it You smell the herb, 'fore I lit the spots its forfeit it Blocks is hot, feel the shot from fourth/fifth it With no regard for your boulevard, just the shit bag and bullet scar It's the Riddler, riddle me this, riddle me that Who the pretender? And who the door man that let them enter? The Wu-Tang, 36 Cham', what you smokin'? Got you in the game chokin', like Van Gundy coachin' Your street team, bunch of weaklings Don't ever let me catch your reachin' Respect when a grown man is speakin' Shh, keep on sleepin', and just like TLC, I keep on "creepin" The five percent of ya'll, keep on teachin' The heat seakin', missile official, that got issues Like Funk Doc got snot tissue, it's Hott Nikkels "Everywhere I turn, I see, your face, but you're never there" Shh... shit ain't over. Okay, now, same shit, different day, grindin', gettin' paid Self at it, automatic, guns that spit and spray Gotta have it, ass grab it, time to slip and weight Godbody, House your Party, watch the Kid N Play Ya'll gon' make me go postal, up in this muthafucka house Full of bloodsuckers and hoes that love hustlers Roll that izza, pour me another kizza Bigga, to my nigga, so drunk they can't get up Shotguns through nose, hot ones through foes Let the herb spots run til the cops come, suppose I was just another stick in the mud, on a Saturday Thinkin', how I'mma get the fifth in the club See my crew thick, everyday I fights to prove it We comes undisputed, with batteries included Honey's "bee" like Meth, I be like what? They want some free cd's, I'm like "see these" nuts If ya'll muthafuckas gettin' high tonight, say all right, haha If ya'll muthafuckas gettin' drunk tonight, say all right, haha It be Tical, ok, haha, yeah, yeah, ok It be Tical, ok, haha, yeah.

Live! In stereo Yessir! This what I wanna hear my nigga, yeah Yeah yeah You don't even know that's the official word up in the town You heard? Ha ha ha Get that swing, yessir! Get it in man That's the official shit kid, mmhmm Word up, we gon' take it back to the big park 'n shit Yeah, when niggas was rhymin hard and comin crazy Electrifying and vivid, yo I'm like a rabbi, fresh new mag and I'm mad high Stolen black Jag I brag fly, yeah Yo a project thug, political gangster, starving Langston Hughes The Jews want the crib when the God dies I'm deadly, metaphors'll dog you while I'm in the Forbes First 500 niggas who raw live Yo B, the nigga Shallah, he low-key But he O.G., half of his niggas gone or in hidin Federallis'll sneak, police, holdin my old piece Heard the young policeman died 58 carats of glass, the Aston Blueberry black where I keep my ices and knives at One of the force rawest, yo we're British aware Who get money shoot dice in his fortress Mocknecks and stragglers, eightball jackets the hagglers Of the rap game, post up surprise I want that spot, coolin with the Supervillain team All you other playboys is twats Niggas be down for the murder game Run in the church, grab the rifle, put one in a nigga frame I'm thirsty, hungry like a Somalian Polly with them niggas with the waves in they dome like tsunami All we do is get fresh and fuck ma Probably yo' baby ma gave me head in Barney's while I calmly And I got giants in armies While we rock mean colored clothes and don divas Yeah Chef back, some call him Louis Smith Slash Lex Diamond and his chick sell crack We rep bananas, beat this, legend of Stan Smith 700 dollar jeans, keepin your man distance Yeah son, gimme your ear son Yo yo yo, yo yo get the fuck away from the ropes man Doom, the warning signal again Somebody approaches! What matter of creatures are these? There they are again, FIRE! "A gunshot from inside the house, forces a change of plans" "A straightforward entry, has turned into what appears to be" "A barricaded standoff" "POLICE DEPARTMENT! COME TO THE FRONT DOOR!" "Anything you say, cracker" As the funky beat continues.