King Of Kings
(专辑: The Vatican Mixtape Vol. III: House Of Wax - 2007)
[Intro: Havoc (Raekwon)] Let's go (Yeah, nigga) Good looking Rae that's what I'm talking '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
triffling ass bitch to drop If you short you're a
chance in the
box But I
ain't letting you play with the
guns in the
club, I'm boothing the
ox Got my eyes on the
ho's and I'm a
peripheral Got you cowards popping 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 leaking out of his head? When you cowards see the
drama and it come to a
head I'm hitting Rae up on the
jacket, it ain't much to be said If it's on, go without saying something, delivering Visa verca, this is Havoc, baby, we those niggas (we those niggas) [Chorus x2: Raekwon] All that money is us, now what's fucking wit' us? Eh yo all around hungry, that's us and can't get nothing 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 spazzing 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 holding 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 Pissing on the
fake little swindler's list, Rae gave them niggas cake Battle the
gun, you're wilding I
might levitatate well, I
might take ya shit, push up, styling it Oxes, reefers, police need us The
regime of Shaolin with Queens re-up Fucking with the
poisonous hand Remember y'all, no commercial, I
hurt you, yo go get ya mans [Chorus x2] [Raekwon] 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, niggas who hide Yo I
ran from some niggas that was police These niggas heard about me bringing marked money in, I
had the
whole East I've been the
greatest, been flipping the
latest Something like the
new haggler on the
Ave., ham it up, pulling haze And all the
young niggas 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' Coming from a
galaxy of hood, hard real people getting ki's Fuck wit' the
media, it's all good [Chorus x2]