Wall To Wall Lyrics - Fly International Luxurious Art - Raekwon

My nigga Raekwon talkin', uh-huh 

Everythin' you want you don't need 

And don't believe everythin' you read 

And only have what you see 

I said I won't, I don't need it, yeah 

Don't believe everythin' you read, yeah 

Only have what you see, yeah 

Man, this shit is what it is, yeah, ooh 

It's "Hello", oh, Lord 

When you're tryin' to bail out, who to call? 

Your bitch turned down, this shit is love 

Me and my niggas feel love, we're goin' to walk 

We're goin' to walk, wall to wall 

My money's stacked up, wall to wall 

My shows' packed up, wall to wall 

Her ass stepped up, wall to wall 

Got my money up, we, we're goin' to walk 

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Clear view, dark tints 

Hustle by the park bench 

White top, blue tops 

Niggas I don't call friends 

('Til they called it love) 

Called my niggas, grabbed their hammers 

('Bout to go to war) 

Prices on your head, I'm a spend it 

Everythin' in that showroom, nigga, I was in it 

On my son, I was in it, I was in it 

Dirty money, ten chains, I be shinin', I ain't meant it 

I'm shinin' every minute 

Soft to the hard rock, Hard Rock Casino 

Me and shorty watchin' Nino in the hardtop 

I done counted ten mills whenever I drop 

Me and Chinx poppin' bottles out on? 

Photos 

I don't need it, yeah 

Don't believe everythin' you read, yeah 

Only have what you see, yeah 

Man, this shit is what it is, yeah, ooh 

It's "Hello", oh, Lord 

When you're tryin' to bail out, who to call? 

Your bitch turned down, this shit is love 

Me and my niggas feel love, we're goin' to walk 

We're goin' to walk, wall to wall 

My money's stacked up, wall to wall 

My shows' packed up, wall to wall 

Her ass stepped up, wall to wall 

Got my money up, we, we're goin' to walk 

Frozen fish scale, you better go to Ishmael 

Tiger-skin hammers sittin' by the Benz grill 

Not's a hundreds, it's lunch, kid, play fair 

Stay here, feed your brother, be's a one, shit 

Enough money to slum kids, kings will pillows 

Leave your body, yo, under the dumpsters 

Take money suitcases, bracelets and cake mix 

Come out the hole, this is weight flakes 

So much bread, we build lead houses 

Run in the shed, seen dead thousands 

Faces, we call 'em big noses 

Flashin' in the farmer shit, grubbed up niggas is wasted 

I don't need it, yeah 

Don't believe everythin' you read, yeah 

Only have what you see, yeah 

Man, this shit is what it is, yeah, ooh 

It's "Hello", oh, Lord 

When you're tryin' to bail out, who to call? 

Your bitch turned down, this shit is love 

Me and my niggas feel love, we're goin' to walk 

We're goin' to walk, goin' to walk 

My money's stacked up, wall to wall 

My shows' packed up, wall to wall 

Her ass stepped up, wall to wall 

Got my money up 

Yo, whip my feet up 

Gettin' manicures in a zap and spectacular visuals 

Niggas be camera phonin' up my movement 

Everythin' we do to sit and take precedents 

While we go stackin' procedurals 

Niggas starvin' to know just how we do it 

Absolutely be stayin' the money every night (Dracula) 

Niggas, stay up in it like Jamaicans and stay in the maximum 

Difficult to predict, I'm calculated like algebra 

'Cause the money traced back to them diamond mines out in Africa 

We in the future with it though, closin' my eyes for pictures 

Phone'd have me speak with holograms when I'm buildin' with bitches 

And then I bang 'em like body slammin', one-handin' 'em ishes 

Like I was sellin' warheads and I'm baggage handlin' missiles 

Fuck it, decided to blow and Em just bein' silly 

With a bob and a step and a charisma like I sit on a billi 

And for the five percent with the signs and 'em ones that really get me 

I got a lot to do with civilizin' account and I'm busy 

I don't need it, yeah 

Don't believe everythin' you read, yeah 

Only have what you see, yeah 

Man, this shit is what it is, yeah, ooh 

It's "Hello", oh, Lord 

When you're tryin' to bail out, who to call? 

Your bitch turned down, this shit is love 

Me and my niggas feel love, we're goin' to walk 

We're goin' to walk, wall to wall 

My money's stacked up, wall to wall 

My shows' packed up, wall to wall 

Her ass stepped up, wall to wall 

Got my money up, we, we're goin' to walk 

Salute, salute 

Yeah 

Montana, what up, baby? 

Word up, you know what it is, my nigga 

Louis Rich right here, baby 

Yeah, get it 

You know what this is, nigga