Crane Style Lyrics - Shaolin Vs Wu-tang - Raekwon

[Intro: Raekwon] 

Come on, man, you a wild dude, Chef 

Talk to them niggas, man, stop playing, man 

For real, man 

[Raekwon:] 

Redskin leather, Indian sex 

Pair of fresh Mocs on, lighting Lear on my flesh 

Let my arm roll, fresh off the honor roll, platinum bottles of Cru' 

All my niggas do what I got 'em for 

Extra flashy grind, hit 'em with a crisp rhyme 

Lines is nothing, blunt out, fuck him 

All we know is jewelry and I mashed that, everybody excited 

To see whatever bling on, smash that 

Clever, more like a fox and ox together 

Two stainless glocks, rocks and a feather 

Yeah, I'm from the lead era, shoot at 

Anything that move, and move out America 

And all we ever want is needed, seen it 

Like a young Filipino in Kuwait getting treated 

Heavy horror armor, spike a bitch like her 

Half a pound of good weed, then float through Gowanus 

Brilliant master, sixteenth chapel in the Apple 

Flooded up, Warridge wackos 

Park Hillians getting hillions, that means millions 

All on feet like Nigerian 

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[Busta Rhymes:] 

Shallah, I got 'em 

Heat-seeking missile spit, don't even try to hide, nigga 

Sizzle through your skin bars, call me cyanide, bitch 

Try me if you want, homey, violation's a no-no 

I am the health hazard, skull & bone, poisonous logo 

Unleash the dragon, massacre the scene 

I'm spitting, burn a hole through the speaker, 

And start melting the street up 

Somebody please call the fire department 

And I'm a strong believer, 

Ya'll know that I ain't the one to start with 

Cause once the fuse is lit and we strike a match and the spark smell 

My fangs bleed and we nam them up like ox tail 

Ya'll see what's happening, ya'll know what the truth is 

Somebody please ask Shallah Rae why he making me do this 

Cause once I finish dudes, it's unfortunate for them yappers 

Throw them in the trash, they ain't no recycling bin for rappers 

I microphone control, it's the current dominant factor 

The records been bodied, I personally request the pastor, gone 

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