Nasty Immigrants Lyrics - Raekwon The Chef

Intro: Raekwon 

Yeah yeah, that's us 

Hit me hit me hit me, I ain't got nothin to do with none of that 

Besides, whatever 

Louis Rich Diamonds (yeah) 

12 O'Clock, Gambinos 

Those crazy boneyard boys is back once again 

Verse One: 12 O'Clock 

It's nine-six I'ma bang you with some hits 

In two-thousand six I got my son makin hits 

A nine to five it's a job to survive 

F--k the lies and connives and all them company bribes 

I'm Family Ties for my seeds I'd die 

I want the whole f--kin pie save them slice for eighty-fives 

And besides, see I never had a million 

Got beefs that got millions and in buy-outs worth billions 

Knotty n-gga with a plan platinum jam 

Found a million fans in the Lexus to the Lands 

So whose the cat in the comfy black Ac? 

As a matter of fact, I sick/six fingers I'm from fat 

My projects be the livest that it gets 

Watch me ---- back Tex and do murders in the backsteps 

I want that b---h with a Lex, a house out in New Mex 

She disrespect, she buys a Rolex 

12 O'Clock sells you stock business 

Drive in Benzes, see my dog were tremendous 

In case I didn't mention 

I'm killin your whole startin team and all them n----z on the benches 

So please play your distance 

I'm givin a sentence that pull more pain than a dentist 

Most def, I'm professional 

Twenty G's a show, Germany to Tokyo 

Show me lies, suck my beach 

I got fans in Puerto Rico that love what I throw 

Chorus: Raekwon 

Introducing these nasty immigrants 

Who want to flinch, move on him he got bank like Merill/Lynch 

Styles recorded like a porcelain swordsman 

So let RaZAh rip across your face, you're frosting 

Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef 

Push this s--t out like nine months 

Rock Swahali and suede fronts, get paid from n----z 

lifestyle, like a knife in a child 

Mail the brick out, Israel, mistrial, blowin like fish scale 

Wu, dominate s--t majorly, flavorly 

Jubilant cats they keep pagin me 

Peace what's the signs ock? 

Fruit of life like the apricot 

Cocktails tossin em at cops on blocks 

Park Hillian, drug hillbillies made billions 

Get a gun, kidnap, eight nine Jimmyians 

Yo, he had about this amount in his Swiss account 

Gunnin this out we reminesces on this b---h's house 

Back in time, was a bad fiend 

Now I flex mad green get cream seven-fifty n----l gleam 

Say hi to chocolate t--i f----d lives 

Stop and analyze in eighty-five Hawaiian c--e flex three lives 

Caesar Halfmoon, pardon my scalp 

Buildin and breathin 

You front I'll leave your ass bleedin and sweetened 

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