Lyrics:
the youngest in charge 26's them dubs wack
They spinin' 24's when they sell me the 'cut back
Real cats get down, fake cats get mugged rat
Baby got back now
to stay Noyd-ed
Cause that same nigga you trust, could be that same cat
behind that gat that bust, quiet ya, with the silencer
Keep it hush, ashes
beyond that
Do you want my gat to make the contact?
Retirin cats who lack the heart to fire back?
[We take all crabs overboard]
Chorus: Raekwon
Put
in performing
But we met in a life where we were both cats
Our owners were neighbors how funny is that
What's funnier is your's had eight different
around that part just ain't no good
Wanna know, what's going down,
When the pimp on the corner looks like the sharpest cat in town
Jungle rule,
With a remark like, "Hey, played that instrumental, you cat's got potential."
In the process of doing talent shows, parties, and mix tapes
We even
falling over him like (no no no)
Plus recently I been watching a lot of cats
Cause this game got me prepared for all types of acts
I know you cats wanna see
to death that's painted by the numbers
With crime unapplied pressure, cats is playing God
But having children by a lesser baby mother but fuck it
We
my word.
That's my... that's my word.
[Raekwon]
Yo yo yo up in the Hilton buildin playin outfieldin
The black 90210 cat was
make cats disintegrate
Voice]
Well hold up you got to stop the tape
You got to prove you can rock the bricks
Me and my man going to investigate
'head, act cocky, and meet your match
Next time I see you bet you'll be one of the speechless cats
Voice raspy suddenly all the hoes want to gas me
Free Masons
I'm about my paper like WB Mason
I'm about my paper like a
Staples or an Office Max
Never have to off a cat
Makin' money off of rap
He went
the cut, I hold the rut
For my people's reminder when in Maseo Path
I be the finder of the patch
Can the cat's tongue slip, ya do the 'da dip'
Take
gold chain
H corporation, here we go again
Big up North, I was big in Notts
I don't wanna talk 'bout the cats and shots
I don't wanna talk 'bout the cats
corn on the cob
I'm Henry in the Champions League
It's on me if I stand on street
I need a pack to land on me
All cats don't land on feet
All good
leaves a kink in the spout
How do you work this thing?
How do you work this work this work this work this
Who's been feeding tomatoes to the cat?
I have
(fat-fat)
Yeah, I beat the pussy up, she took a cat nap (cat nap)
I'm a real street nigga, no rap cap (no rap cap)
Real street nigga, no rap cap (no rap
yeah, yeah, better days
Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's o-o-k
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Maybe it's the only way
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Cat, we need u 2 rap
Cat
Can you see me baby
Standing in the light
I feel your cat's eyes on me
Phosphor in the night
I'll move inside
Got those eyes
Something's
em in close, drop into the fight
Light that shit up like the Fourth of July
Lonely, cat-like master
Drive me. Take me faster
Eye-that, side
I'm only human but admitted I'm such a beautiful mess
With the Mad Hatter cackle and the Cheshire cat smile (ha ha)
Put the jabberwocks cadaver with
crazy the 90's raised me
I'm just as smart, probably smart as half the cats who play me
Brazy, dropping miss daisy hand on my strap
In my zone mind
Taking you cats into a world you probably ain't never even been before
Before we can even talk
There's money to be made, niggas want to get paid
I ain't
the carnivores flesh
Without a trace
Carnival games
Like trying to shoot the star out of a space
Come double fist them aqua cats lock box you're passin'
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