Album: Only Built 4 Cuban Linx... Pt. II Year: 2009 Track: 10 Track Produced By: Erick Sermon Samples: None Lyrics: [Raekwon:] Chopping like a lumberjack, up in the gate One plate, a rock on the table, moving that flake, yeah Fiends start hitting my shit, paranoid He got the convoy all up in his crib, one nigga sick, fuck it Let's get this money, got the razor, clack it in my jean jacket A little scale, some baggies and a mean ratchet Now I start bagging away, fiends is coming, yo Took off my shirt, murked that-a-way How many you want, like seventeen, shit's is golden, daddy Play your part little soldier, better beaming Now we start blazing the place, coke all on my skin Eyes is burning, now I"m wiping my face This shit's good, right? Best in the town My little Dominican man and them, blessed me Big prices, let me wrestle them down Keys is like twenty a joint, for you, give me fourteen Flood 'em with dimes, and give your niggas joints Suge Knight the building, take the town over, then I woke up It's blood on my left thumb, I bagged over Now I start start casing the crib, bassing (Yo, yo) Eighty a gram, kicked off the PlayStation Now the whole lab is mine, first niggas was lying Mad hundreds start rolling in line Yo, the shit's love, shakes in a dimensional caps You want sick love, buy like one invincible pack You get this stuff, you gon' see residuals back You just a dig-dug, you can't even hit me with facts I just bugged on 'em, played the rug on 'em Two for nine, you my nigga, got love for 'em We hit it in the process, ahh yes, and this is destined Flashback to his culture, he Mexican You all that, slick politician with your raw rap You can sell from anywhere to jail, nigga, fall back You be stashing shit all in the mailboxes, all that You just as real as the niggas on the call back [Outro: Raekwon] Yo, son, relax, man, we got a lot of G to choose, son For real, man, here go four more, man, word up, man Go wash your hands, man, word up, man Go pour me some juice or something Word up, man, come see me though, for real, for real Yellowback in rap in here, muthafucking...
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Raekwon (Feat. Beanie Sigel) - Have Mercy
[kung fu sample:] You have to learn mercy Otherwise, you will learn bad ways You have been confined here, for one month already But you still haven't grasped this basic principal I feel sorry for you, my boy [Intro: Blue Raspberry] I've been living in this world Not knowing where I'm going (knowing where I'm going) This world ain't showing That it's gonna get better, better (yeah, it's gonna be trouble again) [Beanie Sigel:] My days getting shorter, my nights getting longer My cell getting smaller, my son getting taller I exercise my mind, my body getting stronger But my blood getting colder, heart getting harder My chances for appeal, getting slimmer My skin getting brighter, my hair getting thinner See, when you stressed out, you could age fast in here (have mercy) I done seen weak niggas not last a year, so before lights out I write my kids every night, kiss the stamp on the kite And say a prayer, I hope it lands safe in this flights I pray they sleep safe through the night Try to teach my son right, give him some jewels But it's hard to raise my boy from this visiting room Many cells turned to prisoner's tombs I just pray I don't die in here, and last night I almost cried a tear (have mercy) [Chorus: Raekwon w/ Blue Raspberry ad-libbing] To all my gun holders, stand up, get it Cause when the killas come around, it's on Bullets get blown, warn 'em and they re-up fast Say some back shit, your flagship gone Can't play the building no more Can't hang around by the store no more It's really on, you a dickhead Now you a dead man with no hand Now you can't believe you jammed [Raekwon:] Between my six niggas, sixty years, stay in the crispy airs Hundreds, blunted, we up top, switching lairs Money equal power, horror equal real when borrowed Ratchet barrel under your ears Mean streets in the middays, they robbers, but life's so hard Even the cops clutter us to starve us (have mercy) The killas is star struck, look at the cars and trucks Rambo guns, it's hard to get luck Whether fail or a come up, your number is up Period, make you bleed Caesarean Chop through your body, leave you right in the lobby Hear me, kid? Extra holes right in your derriere The blitzes, the rushes'll touch something, back in the cells Two days later, yup, back in them cuffs again Or leaning on the customers, hustlers, my hood illustrious Marvelous raps, screw on mufflers (have mercy) [Chorus] [Blue Raspberry:] Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh It hurts my heart, to see what's going on Young men dying now, children going when they're born Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh whoa Oh no, oh whoa, where is this world going to? I don't know
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