King Of Kings Lyrics - Raekwon

(feat. Havoc) 

[Intro: Havoc (Raekwon)] 

Let's go (Yeah, nigga) 

Good lookin' Rae that's what I'm talkin' 'bout 

(It's all good don't worry about it) 

You feel what I'm sayin'? (Don't worry about it) 

Yeah (Word up, let's go) 

You know how we gotta come at this niggas, man 

Yeah. come on. yo. 

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[Havoc] 

Stuck, y'all like gum underneath my kicks 

Better move little fucks when the heat I'll spit 

The hammer clap like the ass on a meat-out chick 

Dump clips like a trifflin' ass bitch to drop 

If you short you're a chance in the box 

But I ain't lettin' you play with the guns in the club, I'm boothin' the ox 

Got my eyes on the ho's and I'm a peripheral 

Got you cowards poppin' that Moe', my hand on the 'istol 

Wild out, have a ball, you could drink 'til you 'url 

Thought the Firewater was strong, the pound'll leave you curled 

on the floor, like a new born baby, God 

What you mean "Is he dead?", what type of shit is leakin' out of his head? 

When you cowards see the drama and it come to a head 

I'm hittin' Rae up on the jacket, it ain't much to be said 

If it's on, go without sayin' somethin', deliverin' 

Visa verca, this is Havoc, baby, we those niggas (we those niggas) 

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[Chorus 2X: Raekwon] 

All that money is us, now what's fuckin' wit' us? 

Eh yo all around hungry, that's us and can't get nothin' get it 

Eh yo all that money, all them niggas 

All them shorties, everybody yell "All lovely" 

[Raekwon] 

I chop meat out ya face, Daddy, gladly 

Mad breeze on, rubberband currency and I splash ya visa 

You know the code, yo caesar low straddlers 

Front Streets, cracks all in the front seat spazzin' 

Imperial wizards, Staten 

Knife game off the chain and I'm with four hundred with wagons yo 

Live wires, shoot darts for bread 

Any map, I assist that, I'm holdin' it, all niggas dead 

What? Battle for cake and fuck wizzes 

We do it straight business, all mount ride, ain't no fake niggas 

Reminisce, spit faces 

Pissin' on the fake little swindler's list, Rae gave them niggas cake 

Battle the gun, you're wildin' 

I might levitatate well, I might take ya shit, push up, stylin' it 

Oxes, reefers, police need us 

The regime of Shaolin with Queens re-up 

Fuckin' with the poisonous hand 

Remember y'all, no commercial, I hurt you, yo go get ya mans 

[Chorus 2X] 

[Raekwon] 

Eh yo select me, Gucci sneaker recipe 

Not the S dot Carters, no disrespect but respect me 

One of the top five gangstas alive 

My element is just the Elliott Ness, niggas who hide 

Yo I ran from some niggas that was police 

These niggas heard about me bringin' marked money in, I had the whole East 

I've been the greatest, been flippin' the latest 

Somethin' like the new haggler on the Ave., ham it up, pullin' haze 

And all the young niggas praise me 

It's like the talent of the Six Million Dollar Man, 'yana pace 

Come on, banana squeeze, aim at these Caravans 

Heard he had his man and that ugly Keish' 

Comin' from a galaxy of hood, hard real people gettin' ki's 

Fuck wit' the media, it's all good 

[Chorus 2X]