Raekwon the chef lyrics criminology lyrics

Intro: Raekwon (plus sample of Tony Montana having an argument)  

  

 "I told you a long time ago you fuckin little monkey  

 not to FUCK ME."  

 "Hey hey  who the FUCK you think you goin for huh??!"  

 "Who the fuck you think I am your fuckin dough boy?"  

 "You wanna go to war?.... Wanna go to war  OK?"  

  

 Comin up on half a mil  we build  

 Get real God  taking you on another one Son  

 Uhh  Julio Igleasias  

 Makin CREAM like that nigga  

  

 Verse One: Ghostface Killer  

  

 Yo, burst of awesome, be the arson  

 Many brothers I be sparkin and bustin mad light inside the dark  

 Call me dough snatcher, just the brother for the rapture  

 I handglide, holdin on strong, hard to capture  

 Extravagant, RZA bake the track and it's militant  

 Then I react, like a convict, and start killin shit  

 It's manifested, the Gods work like appliances  

 Dealin in my cypher I revolve around sciences  

 The ninth chamber, nigga trapped inside my hallway  

 You try to flee but you got smoked up by the doorway (blaow! blaow! blaow!)  

 No question, I send your ass back, right to the essence  

 Your whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you restin  

 While I'll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops  

 Throwin niggaz off airplanes cause CASH RULES  

 Everything around me black as you can see  

 Swallow this murder one verse like God degree  

 Then analyze my soundtrack for satisfaction  

 You adapt like a flashback chain reaction  

  

 Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef  

  

 Just a minute son...  

 AK's black bust back like seventy Macs  

 I'm all that, street niggaz knowin my steez black  

 Ron G, you know he coincide with me see  

 Marvelous, Menace fo' Society  

 But anyway, let's toast, champagne thoughts with Ghost  

 I max the most shotguns through the nose  

 Phonograph hip-hop put me on top  

 'Lo wears, and Tommy Hil fly shit with a knot  

 The witty unpredictable live shit, drive by shit  

 Do or die shit, I'll take your lie and shit  

 And then you know I'm runnin through the penal foul  

 Four-toothed child was wild  

 The old lady snitched, but fuck it, you know it, one love kid  

 No I'm not doin a nid  

 Too much to get for what cause six niggaz got  

 stuck, and the nigga chain was truck  

 Yo fuck that, Criminology rap  

 Speakers stay jet black floating in the flyest Ac  

 Nigga... bring it!  

 Yeah  

  

 Outro: Raekwon  

  

 Much love go to New York City  

 All my Tommy Hil ice rockin niggaz