Knowledge God - Raekwon Lyrics - Only Built 4 Cuban Linx - Raekwon

Intro: Raekwon, Ghostface 

*sniff* *drumbeat* *long sniff* 

Plug, *sniff* word yo 

*snort* word yo, *s-snort* YouknowhatI'msayin? 

*sniff* You know, you know we had the baddest motherfuckin 

*long sniff* unit back in the days, kid! 

No doubt, no doubt, I know that Son, I know that 

You know that, you know what I'm sayin? 

I miss all my niggaz, though, believe me 

And I'll never forget none of them 

Word up, word up 

Stovetop, Roofside, you know what I'm sayin 

I had these motherfuckin, all these wild-ass niggaz man 

You know what I'm sayin, LB? 

Yeah yeah yeah yeah 

Shit is wild overall, youknowhatI'msayin God? 

Yeah yeah yeah yeah 

Word up, youknowhatI'msayin? 

You know how we do, word up 

So you let my shit go on the count of three, though 

YouknowhatI'msayin? 

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[Raekwon] 

Fake niggaz throw shit in they drinks 

Club nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and chinks 

While World of Sport niggaz snort coke by the seconds 

Niggaz projects filled with fiends injectin 

Morphine, the God seen more CREAM, and upstate 

Cousin Reek, almost got hit with fourteen 

Chill Pah, the God'll be a Star when you come home 

Light bones and let you rock my 3G stone 

So, see cousin, yo I was workin, cats I'm jerkin 

And uptown these niggaz actin like they hurtin 

Keys twenty-four a brick 

Columbians be on some bullshit, that's why Poppy got hit 

Stay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June 

By the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room 

Skeyed up, weed the fuck up, to top it off 

look beat up, with two crack fiends huggin your seed up 

I took care of that, though, but don't worry bout it 

I got your back though 

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Chorus: Raekwon 

Yo why's my niggas always yellin that broke shit 

Let's get money Son, now you wanna smoke shit 

Chill God, yo the Son don't chill Allah 

What's today's mathematic Son? Knowledge God 

[Raekwon] 

Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Gravesmere 

Hit a store owner named Mike Lavonia 

Italiano, slanted-eyed bangin them fat Milano 

Selling coke right out the bottle 

Sometime, a nigga brought nines to test with minds 

Crazy peace, buying keys in Greece 

Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures 

Condo with his chick, rockin a gold Vigor 

Mafia flicks, tyin up tricks was his main hobby 

Teachin his seed, Wu-Tang karate 

Mixin drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks 

Night time rollin with spics 

Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank 

Sixteen shots in his fishtank 

And his pet piranha, he named him marijuana 

Smokin ganja, callin his weed paisandra 

Claimin New York was ancient Babylon 

Where the sky stayed the color of grey, like her-on 

I can't front though, truck loads of indo 

Soon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-hoe 

Chorus 2X 

{*pause*} 

Chorus 

[Raekwon] 

Yeah uh huh, uh huh, Miami niggaz 

Word up, show your love 

Yeah y'all, yeah y'all, yeah 

Word up, London, Europe, Africa 

Word up, the fifty-two states, yeah 

Catch me later, word up, yeah, yeah 

About to make moves and slide like grease 

Moves and slide like grease 

Moves