I Wanna Know Lyrics - Raekwon

[Intro: Raekwon] 

Real niggas in the house 

You already know 

Niggas sit down and play pool and shit 

Relax 

What niggas don't know inside the muthafucking 

Pool balls is nothing but blow 

We gettin' money nigga. You already know boy 

Toast off nigga lets go man c'mon 

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[Verse 1: Raekwon] 

Raised off a knucklehead block, you know the pattern 

Black Reeboks all day, let's be it captain 

Posing in ostrich, war-age Galoshes 

Clear gazelles crush diamonds in the boxes 

Weight game spiral, sneaker game rival 

Front on me, see twenty-four Caligos 

Drug niggas I hang with, hold up let me change shit 

Feds is listening, calicoes rang quick 

Thugs blow alcohol, white bitches, tap'em all 

So fuck the ass or something, yup pass it off 

Icy in the ass mints, so much dough it's elastic 

Fuck with the Jews, Crews, and black bits 

Might break a man, the heart that'll shake a man 

Smack the bones out of ya skin, wake up fam 

We the veterans, so many little niggas feather skin 

One corny dub, drown you in your letter kid 

Necks look thirsty, whats the word, reimburse me 

Two techs on his neck, burst sweet he check writing liars 

Pull the gold out of your mouth with rusty pliers 

Take down the flyers nigga 

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[Intermission: Raekwon] 

Yo, yo, you already know what is nigga 

This is not a game, this is not televised 

This some shit that happened on a train nigga 

Most powerful of them all nigga 

Don't make me snatch your chest out your champion shirt nigga 

[Verse 2: Doe B] 

Hey, I'm from the home of the con pillars 

Raised to be a rotten nigga 

Rob nigga, shot ninja 

You know I got that small in me 

"Real Deal" Holyfield, they not authentic 

Nah, these niggas half-baked crab cakes 

Bitch is baby Jesus, I could sneeze and make a ground shake 

Show no pity, charging city niggas out-of-town rate 

While you little niggas sending wayne on an ounce plate 

I'm in my house shoes, making major boss moves 

Dead alone, make the wrong movie it'll cost you 

Old cats want they corner back, you know how Moss do 

They trying to keep up with him 

You starve and eat dust nigga 

I'm starting to heat up nigga 

Then shout "what up nigga" 

What's for dinner, this is Chess not checkers 

Real finesse, a nigga trying to molest the system 

Black Mamba in jungle possessed with venom 

D farmer and I stalk the rest is history 

[Verse 3: T.I.] 

We from a small house, dropping off an eight ball 

To a big deal, thirty-six mil up in my escrow 

You walk up with your chest swoll, make it deflate 

Been getting keys since we were wearing a Enyce 

Now cool what we do, thirty-eight special in my boot 

I shoot you from my shoe nigga 

My wife say it's a shame how I do niggas 

I say "you want me to starve them out" 

She say "nah boo, get'em" 

So that why I'm a handle all you niggas 

Like the bitch that you are 

Don't make me get you out that car and get to going in that shit 

While you poppin' off? At point you knowing with this shit 

We roll up slow and get you hit, pull up in morning with this shit 

Or wherever, know that's not where you better be at 

Or else, tell your momma pick the casket herself 

Hope it make her feel better, you were dead the first year 

He ain't suffer but he still a dead muthafucka 

Ain't no bullets in the gun, you know you scared muthafucka 

And I'm still a Bankhead muthafucka 

With the plum for the low, for the bread muthafucka 

I said I'm still a Bankhead muthafucka 

With the plum for the low, for the bread muthafucka 

[Outro: T.I.] 

They say Yo B 

Hustle Gang G.D.O.D 

Raekwon the chef 

T.I.P the King 

We cold to cold with this shit man 

East Coast, West Coast, Midwest 

Mid-Alantic, North East, Down South 

Patna I got the boy cold 

Come seem me 

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