Dart School Lyrics - Shaolin Vs Wu-tang - Raekwon

[Intro: Raekwon] 

Don't open that fucking safe, nigga 

Yo, lord, yo, nigga what up 

All this shit right here, turn that shit down, nigga 

This school is the hardest school, B, what Dart School? 

You know how to get a taste, man, calm down, man 

[Raekwon:] 

So much colors on my ice, freeze the ghetto man 

Me and my microphone knifed up in the Meadowlands 

Skinny chain on, family, that's thirty grand 

Dirty crown in position, yeah, worthy man 

Bezels is like metals, nigga, hold the phantom 

Convertible roof, hard headed, angry amber 

If I'm pitching, giving bricks out to baby Rambo 

I'm on Rodeo with yae yo, fifty baby hammers 

The new shits that blow a building up, crazy damage 

If it's priors, I do my own dirt, spray the cameras 

So many soldiers, no soft niggas in the slammers 

We run wild like 'lo gazelles and baby pandas 

Small nigga with his gun rum, crazy gamblers 

I'm uptown fronting, the fans know what gave me grammers 

So when it's over I'm a fly to my lady mansion 

And get riced up, some Japanese baby salmon 

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[Chorus x2: Raekwon] 

Blowing holes in your Teepee, little wise ass 

We disguised as, some niggas who gon' rob, blast 

Paint thousands of pictures, this my drive, smash 

Guillotines, wolverines, fly assassins 

[Raekwon:] 

Back and dogging this mic, give me my gwop, homey 

I rhyme for under the stairs niggas who hate phonies 

Keep it funky, I got to, it's kings only 

Timberlands, hard denims, rings only 

Rock a big ass gun, when you come from me 

Your president of your country, yelling 'big dummy' 

Chef a fly ass nigga, he cook every Sunday 

He had a beef on the runway, making shit ugly 

I had on alligators clarks, camouflage rugby 

Bad bitch from Brazil, who fuck, never suck me 

We was cooling in the Trump section, throwing bubbly 

Got my niggas with the guns out, bowling lovely 

When it's on, you gon' remember, ooh, you made him hungry 

Top three of the east, nigga, well what, what, B 

Pay for that mil, for real, max comfy 

Or you'll be one of them niggas that say "son me" 

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[Chorus x2: Raekwon] 

Blowing holes in your Teepee, little wise ass 

We disguised as, some niggas who gon' rob, blast 

Paint thousands of pictures, this my drive, smash 

Guillotines, wolverines, fly assassins