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Whats the word You got something for me I’ma see you in 2 seconds Right, yo pull my rover on the side Right there police coming man Heard me Verse 1: Yo up in the game on 4 in the morning And it’s storming and we blitzed Just rocked another wig yeah we on it God had blood on his sweat pants The way the tech dance On a nigga face Son ain’t have a chance Seen him high pitch yellow nigga >from outta town a young mellow ally Trying to run through Hell and song called the dogs to get on him When we caught him the only famous nigga Was a lord in his forum Bum nigga fresh outta jail I used to play baseball wid him ’til he got large son bought a whale As you’re by the entrance Guess it’s real nigga night out He moving on his own negligence Yo lexxy strap up meet you in the back In the acura spectacular big key stackeler Seen a nigga gymed down fresh haircut Trying to swim now Aqua green avias on brim style wild We walked by eyeing ’im Shorty ain’t looked He trying to get fly My niggas ain’t dived on him Kase had the mack in the vest The way he moving might be dressed He made two rights nigga move left Standing by the incinerator Thank God he your generator I can tell bought his lady swade gators Yo now it’s time to move Spit nozzles on the tools Might just bust him quiet style rules He walked out the crib yup drinked We at the elevator base Staring at the nigga chains shake We looked at him seen all crooked The we flashed on him He knew we was live My man boo stashed on him Pulled out take of the wool Nigga cool out Walk you out the bulding Betta run nigga move out This nigga liver than fuck Larger than fuck betta kill me All y’all niggas is butt What spray it up Took the chains in case Shot him at point blank range He started screaming like a cave man Blood got a salty taste I can tell furniture fell out his place Laced now it’s a case Threw up vomit on my kobe Snatched all his ice now Chrome teeth boating of a loan key Didn’t know the kid was large Hour later call from jail Mexicans surrounding the gods Chill you bigga than the ocean Slow motion play it off no emotion But my man in there grossing What to do they might kill him We might kill you circulate death That’s how the real do We sat there 3 live macks of the year Crack beers one nigga in the back Washing off his trackers Don’t take it serious Vivid flow luxurious I’m hearing this’ll Make a real nigga curious Friday my day chill pop Leave ’em on the highway Betty won’t never fly my way  More Raekwon The Chef Song Lyrics
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