Can It All Be So Simple (remix) Lyrics - Singles - Raekwon The Chef

Intro: Raekwon, Ghost 

So that's it kid, youknowhatI'msayin? Right here, lights out 

Yo yo hold up let me talk to this cat 

Yo kid, whattup Starks, whattup? 

Ay ay, whassup? Whassup baby? 

Ay yo yo yo kid, ay yo yo 

I just seen this kid over there over there, right over there 

while you're, while you're filmin that shit 

I know he ain't down with your team 

Who? 

Don't know, some sk-skinny lookin, big-head nigga, youknowhatI'msayin? 

That nigga ain't fuckin with heads though 

YO SON, I just seen five fiends around a nigga Son 

Fuck, we gotta, we gotta go 

C'mon fuckit, let's go over there, I'ma show this nigga right 

Hold up wait up wait up, jiggy comin 

Three deep niggaz 

Fuck 

Think niggaz don't know what the fuck's goin on 

Come on, come on, right over here 

Right on 

There they go, right there 

That's them right there kid 

That cat? 

Word up 

Aiyyo kid? 

You're right behind him 

What the fuck is you doin man huh? Huh? 

[The fuck you talkin to?] 

Talkin to you man! 

Talkin to you what? 

[You ain't talkin to me] 

What the fuck you talkin about? 

Yo, open your hand man, what the fuck is that in your hand man? 

[What? Huh?] 

*fight ensues* 

*smack* What the fuck, the fuck I say? 

Aiyyo c'mere! C'mere! 

Motherfu... 

C'mere 

Yeah it's my shit, my shit 

Get up 

Yo grab that nigga, grab him 

*gun fires* 

Yo shit! *gun fires* Move Son! Move! *gun fires repeatedly* Move move! 

Go ahead! Get him! Ohh shit! 

Ohh shit, ohh shit, yo 

Yo man, yo Son I'm hit 

Man Son, I'm hit 

Yo Son? 

Son I'm hit 

Damn Son, you bleedin Son, bad Son 

Aiyyo grab this grab this take this take this 

Take this take this, I'ma go over to God's house 'fore the cops come 

I'ma throw this shit away man 

Go ahead Son, go ahead Son, just go ahead 

Man fuck that, man seventeen Son 

Yo Son 

Get the fuck outta here man 

Damn Son 

Go ahead man, I'm dying go ahead 

Hold that shit Son 

Yo, go ahead go ahead, nigga try to assassinate me man... 

Intro: Raekwon the Chef 

It's the remix Son 

Can it be, act like you know 

Check it 

Verse One: Ghostface Killer 

Yo, check what happened out of state 

I'm knocking off a half-a-cake Cash Rule, flying at a fast rate 

I smoke the black dust kept my hands clutched, I'm fallin in lust 

Spore plush I played my hand like a royal flush 

Baggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty woman 

I put it in him, shot up in him, deadly venom 

I hung around the big time bosses 

Illegal force exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources 

Spades tried to bag me, like Cagney, and Lacey 

Chef had that bitch Stacey slippin in Macy's 

I dose off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped 

and got licked like Papsy in a mob flick I got hit 

Stumblin holdin my neck to the God's rest 

Opened flesh burgundy blood colored my Guess 

Emergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery 

Can it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me? 

I should've stayed in Job Corp, but now I'm a outlaw 

Ray Cartegna, carry a fo'-fo' nigga 

Chorus: 

{Can it be that it was all so simple then?} 

Dedicated to the Gods and Earths 

Dedicated to babies who came feet first 

Dedicated to Up North and down state 

Dedicated to rich niggaz who sell weights 

Dedicated to projects with black kids 

Dedicated to man who build pyramids 

Word up! What the fuck yo? 

We taking you on another chamber 

Word up son, you know how we be on it 

Yeah it's real 

Show these crabs how to rhyme man 

I think it's time to bless them, word up 

Bulletproof 

First chamber 

Yo Chef yo 

Verse Two: Raekwon 

It started off on the Island, AK Shaolin niggaz wildin 

Old folks scream : stop the violence! 

True layin up yo, watchin these crack niggaz 

Playin nuff crap games for what see? 

Back in days, crime pays in mad ways 

Sportin Tommy Hil with caves 360 waves 

And no searchin for loose ends, now flex 300 Benz 

Mad 10's with mad diamonds 

Now that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggaz act trife 

I paid the price throughout my hood life 

Remember I got blasted, now that's in the past kid 

God forbid I lay in the casket 

But now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed, mixed with coke 

I wash my mouth out with soap 

And I got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and better 

and fat leather, so whatever, bring it on 

{Can it be that it was all so simple then?} 

Outro: 

Yeah, for real 

Murderous material stacked up 

Peace to mazes, for real 

Meditating on life 

Gold, word up y'all 

Crazy fly, dedication, to my people 

Word up, peace to all my brothers that I ain't gonna see no more 

Peace to brothers on the Island, up North 

Word up 

Straight up, I love you boy, it's on like that 

Word up, word up 

Peace to man woman and child 

Word up 

I got you covered baby, I'm here for you 

Project, check it 

Projects peoples one love 

Keep your head clear, we out of here 

We move in silence 

Bad boys, creating, the muderous stacks for your headpiece 

Baldheads, braids, blowouts 

Yo 

Fly chicks 

It's the remix y'all 

For real, the real side 

The RZA, check it 

Razor blade sharp 

Peace to the Clan 

No other producer can compare boy 

WORD UP 

Bring it, battle, beats all types of shit 

For real y'all