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Stop touching the fucking door man You so fucking paranoid man What’s the matter wit’ you man? It’s like a nigga could write for hours And get real theatrical wit’ this, Understand? Tellin’ you kid, I got stripes when it comes to this right here, Y’all know my repertoire It’s dangerous, and the cats I roll wit’ is dangerous And they ain’t your regular average cats Here we go.. Verse 1: Aiyyo, It’s all elegance He spoke third power style high intelligence A young man handle the game like merill lynch 3 a.m. breathing, leaning in gates I mean creaming, Selling these cakes in slabs like lanolakes Fiends beaming, steaming Associated wit’ names and demons All apparant reasons We live here the gate blew in a year Sorta like time share where crime Sport it like I shine yeah, Rainbow dough was the emmo So many flavours yo, Buy your neighbour off underwater vault Then I met him, colombian name flako Had the whole block locked selling tons in morocco Wristwatch fachera costanti, nigga dead up Sniff the rawest mist mixed wit 7up Had a black wiz spoke german Higher learning burning Ask vernon got a bed set bought a black jet Bitch large percentage on her rich motor lodge Lost her arm, shot wid a ak up in the south Paramedics rocked her, Said she had connections out anartica Barrels of juices from florida Can’t forget live dusthead centerfoldin Out in club med butt ass layin’ like she dead Wise guys fell for her ambiance Pull it together, black renassaince Queen elizabeth aunt Crazy swift cristal murderer Guzzle the shit like she dying kid Showing off her diamond Flashbacks now it’s me and him again Last word I caught ’put your money in we could have the shit bumpin’ That’s federalo music I caught the glimpse from the bitch When she winched yeah santa a grinch She blinked twitched her nose then froze Check your rolls by the blow It’s time to roll nigga let’s go I thought about it Broke the money down What’s the total count it, No count it over in the mix Day going slower, Nope not time to motor He estimated over me not being a crook Count it over Yo only on the strength of my man We ain’t hit him wid the strong hand Gun him down leave him out in flatlands He backhand smacked her Threw her on the table jacked her I broke out in laughter fifteen minutes after Police knocked on the door Looked out the window of my room As your, nigga yeah that’s yours He opened up the door this nigga wildin’ His bitch is in shock Start smiling and speaking on valen Yo wisen up bitch this from the rich Immobilize the game get your name right Envelope came hype Regards from the mayor you hype Fuck right, lets fuck this money up And get large and blow outta sight Wise niggas wake up Dead niggas lose Who you gon’ choose Me or him You a fool Pay attention Fuck around meet the tension See you in the next dimension Y’all niggas didn’t listen (repeat x3)  More Raekwon The Chef Song Lyrics
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