100 Rounds Lyrics - Singles - Raekwon The Chef

Man: Yo 

What up D? Huh? 

You bought that from Tower Records? 

What's that, let me see that bag 

Get the fuck off, get the fuck off it 

Come here man, what the fuck I...(banging) 

Like that nigga, give me that man 

You dead on this purple tape nigga you dead on that 

Fuck outta here (gun cock) 

Raekwon: Niggas think I can't sell five million? 

Ya'll niggas is mad 

Ya'll must not know the work I put in on this 

For real, that's for real for real (ha ha) 

Represent, flick it up all day nigga, Immobilarity 

Ya'll know my work, this category is raw 

[Raekwon] 

Aiyo slash your position 

Verbal mike physician 

Blow lines like chimes in the kitchen 

God should vega, straight up stomp that fake out 

What, he biting everything, biting his nuts 

We slang like champions 

Caught me in the outlet in Hamptons 

Style it out 

Throwin four thousand out 

Swimsuit mammal get high 

Float flammable 

Drop off in a Benz boat lampable 

Rear like hittin a deer 

Playin Cuban Linx movin in the chair, he got a ear 

No question all brolic guerillas stand up 

Whoever large throw a hand up 

Throw a grand up 

Let's like multiply 

Con-nect both sides, big shit low rides, ga-lide 

Everybody bump once 

Yo Chef gonna throw ya'll niggas free lunch 

Hit the L twice, need it once 

Track be yelling like a whore 

Like a swelling on a sore 

Or this rap Magellion on your jaw 

I'm a night freak, 

Boating on the weekends, ten a week 

Flows spray it like Clinique 

Rich unique, bitch you weak 

Contact Reek, we callin up Leek 

Yo he famous like Ali feet, yo mystical 

Rap Larry Davis with a pistol 

And dis you 

You a student, fuckin wit a principal 

Chorus(x2) 

Rollin like ten at a time 

Begin, love revolves around a thin line 

Go against this, send mine 

Lace you chase you down 

Let a hundred rounds race you 

Now you went from brolic to a facial 

[Raekwon] 

Yo, ayo glass tree house 

Yo, Fiendin like fuck in a green house 

Rush and cut, chain cream out 

Blow steam out 

Rare like guccis in ears 

Goose bears 

Skied up, loving all my deustch years 

Coat for broadway 

Hundred and 39th all day 

Got my chick rollin call her Parle' 

20th century max like jail penitentiary 

Nikki Barnes gon' lynch me 

What, fruit flavored nikes 

Benz 2000 the hype piece 

Send half my love out to white peeps 

Wu-Tang emblem, success, make a nigga tremble 

Nine of us stand, nine resemble 

Filling out tax reports 

Look live up in Guess shorts 

Bitches got love and support 

Yo, leather jacket, yellow 

Leather hat, mack it real mellow 

New York state of mind, crime Othello 

Wild zoo of bitches, burrow that's Staten 

Yo we actin, Wud up we do that crack thing captain 

Still camaflouge jackets 

Mad rackets 

Out yo we cap shit, picture that nigga mashin 

Chorus(x2) 

[Raekwon] 

Yo,aiyo blowin more reason 

For a season, wud up shortie jaw season 

Baltimore hall bleeding 

Take money, remember that ?dun gottori? son 

Dripped out in Bahamas all bummy 

Gain you out patriot 

Portrait of my love mad shit 

Now we with things, the long gray shit 

Luke bitches in Barook 

Cute big, fat bitches with Luke 

Lex you need boots that switches 

Flights over Iraq 

Ironing my hat out, and 'lax 

Connecting with diplomat cats 

Harlem hustle connect, Iceberg varsity check 

Rimmin well ice drool off my dick 

Abe Lincoln president suites, lay eventually 

Pinch me, I bought head from Monica Lewinsky 

Arrest that hoodlum 

Strong arm that the white gooden 

Faggot nigga frontin, knew he wouldn't 

Flexible impact rhymin professional 

We staked out eatin all side vegetables 

Prosperity rhymes, lines 

Casians and Asians 

Let's blaze niggas with the shine 

Chorus(x2) 

Raekwon: Yea word up, that's right ha ha 

Ya'll be loving my shit, yea all the real niggas 

stand up, hey yo let me speak, let me speak 

Yo this a new year right here 

It's the 2 with the 3 zeros, here me? 

It's gonna get technical for real 

Let's play the game right 

It's jus a friendly game of baseball 

Ha feel me? Hey yo Santanna, yo 

Bring that suitcase in here kid 

Let's count that, where it came from? 

Where it came from? Rollin like ten at a time...