Soundboy Kill It Lyrics - Fly International Luxurious Art - Raekwon

Ay-yo, life's good, cashmere sweaters in the rover 

Pull up at the club, getting love, pull em over 

Jump out the luxury stroller for ballers 

We sit, burn money all day, blow and roll up 

Fine broads around, that's fly, that's a low ball 

Paper settlin' its real for my gold club come up 

You ain't even know nothing, last week all on the street 

Yelling 'Let me hold something!' 

Now shorty throw your booty up 

Niggas with cash 

Keep it above, we and Louis leather stuff 

Sit back, blasted, do me something 

When it comes to you, me and this rap shit 

I'm quick to(Petulia??) 

My style, my fly, my weather 

Yeah I drive high plus fly 

You a devil, you endeavor 

Mean days in Ciroc with the kettle 

Throwing cream at shorty's, love it, he a rebel 

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Watch the soundboy, he 'gon kill it 

(To every ghetto that's far, we here.) 

Yeah, watch the soundboy, he 'guan kill it 

(I seen so many scars from it) 

Yeah 

No, we can't turn back the rain 

Now we gotta find another way 

Cause we grind it, burn it, street life's 

Got me caught up can't you... 

Can't you see it's 'bout to blow? 

Can't you see it's bout to blo-o-o-o-o-ow? 

Raekwon, kill it! 

Ay-yo, wagwan, you know what it is! 

Assassin, soundboy gangsta, let's go! 

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Reminisce about (?) like a ziplock (Blaow! Blaow!) 

Murder soundboy, kill the disc-jock (Blaow! Blaow!) 

He a baller (?) six-pack (Blaow! Blaow!) 

Cyphers on me like rick-rock (Blaow! Blaow!) 

(I kind of lost it after that.) 

Watch the soundboy, he 'gon kill it 

(To every ghetto that's far, we here.) 

Yeah, watch the soundboy, he 'guan kill it 

(I seen so many scars from it) 

Yeah 

No, we can't turn back the rain 

Now we gotta find another way 

Cause we grind it, burn it, street life's 

Got me caught up can't you... 

Can't you see it's 'bout to blow? 

Can't you see it's bout to blo-o-o-o-o-ow? 

Raekwon, kill it! 

It's real, man 

The Chef, Assassin, Melanie Fiona 

Word up all my soundboy killers 

The DJs, (?), word up man 

100 cases of fuckin' Guinness 

Nigga you know how we win this 

Song feels so real 'til I finish this shit 

Aah!