Rainy Dayz Lyrics - Raekwon The Chef

Intro: Blue Raspberry 

Summer's dream inside 

Of how I'm gonna get mine 

I'm thinkin bou-owowow-out so many ways 

Of how to conquer, these raihahahahahny days... 

[You sang beautifully just now] 

[ I sang for him, and he isn't here] 

*birds craw and cackle* 

It's going down man, word man 

Sup black? 

Niggaz is fuckin around my gate man 

Word? 

Fuck em... yo, I'ma murder somebody man 

For real I ain't playin 

Whatever whatever... 

Chorus: Blue Raspberry 

It's raining, he's changing 

My man is going insane 

Insane... 

Verse One: Ghostface Killer 

The war is on, yo 

On rainy dayz I sit back and count ways on 

how to get rich son, show and prove, ask my blitz 

Stood up late nights, build with my a-lias 

We can pull a heist, snatch ice, or rock mics 

But this rap shit, got me wanna clack back the latch 

How it goes Leon, pesos made from scratch 

but in due time, soon to get mine like Bugsy 

Heavy on the wrist, Polo mock socks and rugbies 

Old flicks remind me of Gucci's, pack em in your square 

and little macks milk, blast the year 

That was Bill Bill, fast forward, ninety-four 

Who got the bad base? Filthiest fiends scream for more 

Bless me out of state, howdy Jake's, Starks is back 

Niggaz want work, now I pull back off a G-Pack 

Coke rocks, fled to co-ops livin gossip 

Them big lip niggaz singin to cops need to box it 

Stop it, the projects overflooded with slow leaks 

the fiends get, new faces get wrapped in sheets 

I gotta get mine, like my old Earth, bless the cheese blind 

Sippin on fine wine, the power of the blacks refined 

(Raining) devine 

Waiting on these raw teats takes too long 

It's like waiting on babies, it makes me want to slay thee 

But that's ungodly, so yo God, pardon me 

I need it real quick, the dope flow like penmanship 

Many heads get pistol-whipped, I blow spots like horse shit 

So now, talk, shit, nigga, what?? 

Chorus: Blue Raspberry 

It's raining, he's changing 

My man is going insane 

Insane... 

Past sunlight, more gunfight 

Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef 

...time to get the feeling, word up 

What brings rain hail snow and earthquakes 

The beat breaks, cause all my niggaz to break son 

Styles is similar to criminals locked up 

With gats, ghetto tabernacles is fucked up 

I live once though, the mind stays infinite 

Travel in the church, nine planets, in my midst 

While I carry, to earn a decent salary 

Soon get married, raise a family, but the plan'll be 

real great, to sit up in the loft, count stacks and max 

And real cats cold watch my back 

But listen to the Wu soon, and maintain 

It's all real, starvin individuals kill 

I puff what's only right, leave the poison alone 

Projects, infested with rats cats and crack homes 

Half of us'll try to make it, the other half'll try to take it 

So many fake half real freedom-ville 

Born to science my alliance analyzes 

Wild surprises, keepin my eyes wide to this 

The unfortunate, layin in mountains countin 

With jewelry on, can it be the next team house the horn 

Chill Dunn, just for real ones, light the lye up 

I hate to have to tie the next guy up 

Pay attention to Tims ten wins, Wu blends 

Now I'm starin you, the true buckle up 

Now who's a legend? 

Chorus: Blue Raspberry, Raekwon the Chef 

It's raining, he's changing Word up Dunn 

It's raining, he's changing Peace to Philly, VA, these days 

My man is going insane Word up y'all 

My man is going insane Word up 

Insane The sun moon and stars 

Fly cars, word up y'all 

No sunlight, more gun fights 

I've lost him to the street life 

Street life 

No cash flow, no more dough 

He's someone I don't even know 

Someone I don't know 

Rainy Dayz... 

(children playing) 

Gettin through those rainy dayz 

Gettin through those rainy dayz 

Gettin through those rainy dayz 

Gettin through those rainy dayz 

I lost him to the street life 

The street life, whoahhhhh