|  | Raekwon the Chef lyrics 
 Yae Yo lyrics
 
 We doing this baby,
 Oh shit!
 What the fuck happened
 Nah man, Nah
 Nah this what I'ma do
 I'ma get on the phone one time
 Stupid, yo, aiyyo
 Aiyyo
 
 Verse 1:
 
 Why this shit ain't cooking up right
 Papi told me this is solid white
 Fuck it wrap it up take it back up
 Still in all it's a play out
 Tired of spending money
 Might get them niggas laid out
 Yo, yo Fernando sent me yo
 Stop acting hostile yo
 And yo don't point that shit at me
 Bad enough I gotta come in the crib
 Wid spanish niggas using languages and shit
 I'm feeling like a dick
 Left the crib wit my hand brolic
 This is some bullshit
 Might get knocked take the wrist coward
 Yo Fernando what happened?
 Shit cooking up backwards
 Light up a Backwood
 Don't make me backtrack
 Blew it dime it the llelo lay low
 Saying in my mind
 Fuck that papi gotta pay off
 Cash rules the Power-Wu chant it
 Yo Louis this ain't our product
 This is Carlos family
 Oh y'all wanna play me like a smoker
 Coming out my ice choker
 My man in the back, looking colder
 Papi yo why y'all wanna jucks me
 Yo listen B we got the best clientele since '83
 Fuck it, pull out the pot let's cook it
 Light the stove up
 Julie go to the store get some flour
 Sat back burning a big dutch
 With the crisp 18 shot glock, stashed in my nuts
 Poured it in the Pyrex sizzling
 Now it start drizzling
 Rainy day murder black won't miss him
 Still I'm yelling this shit is business
 But they still ain't gon' violate
 What I stand for wid these drizzers
 He took it off the stove run the water
 Trying to work me yo
 Knew I shouldn'ta hit the nigga's daughter
 He mighta showed more love
 Than went in the freezer
 Broke the ice down, pour it in
 We both looking at it on the twirl around particles grew
 Fly Khaluas is mad sliding Coronas through
 Feeling like Castro's cousin
 Gave them niggas all of my life
 All of my paper all my judgement
 It droppa only like an ounce worth
 Should I just come out my shirt
 Go berserk and let the Macks burst
 Skate off body in the Bronx
 Same shit Gotti was on
 Shallah they gonna get your's play it calm
 Seventeen five was the total plus the five,
 Hundred for the cab driver that was rolling
 
 
 
 
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 Ice Water lyrics
 Striving For Perfection lyrics
 Knuckleheadz lyrics
 Knowledge God lyrics
 Incarcerated Scarfaces lyrics
 Rainy Dayz lyrics
 Guillotinz (Swordz) lyrics
 Can It All Be So Simple (remix) lyrics
 Shark Niggas (Biters) lyrics
 Glaciers of Ice lyrics
 Wisdom Body lyrics
 Spot Rusherz lyrics
 Ice Cream lyrics
 Wu-Gambinos lyrics
 Heaven & Hell lyrics
 Criminology lyrics
 Verbal Intercourse lyrics
 North Star lyrics
 100 Rounds lyrics
 Casablanca lyrics
 Real Life lyrics
 Sneakers lyrics
 All I Got is You Pt. II lyrics
 Jury lyrics
 Fuck Them lyrics
 Live From New York lyrics
 My Favorite Dred lyrics
 Forecast lyrics
 Friday lyrics
 Power lyrics
 The Table lyrics
 Raw lyrics
 Pop Shit lyrics
 Heart to Heart lyrics
 
 
 
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