So that's it kid, youknowhat I'msayin? Right here, lights out Yo yo hold up let me talk to this cat Yo kid, whattup Starks, whattup? Ay ay, whassup? Whassup baby? Ay yo yo yo kid, ay yo yo I just seen this kid over there over there, right over therewhile you're, while you're filmin that s**t I know he ain't down with your team Who?Don't know, some sk-skinny lookin, big-head *****, youknowhat I'msayin?That ***** ain't with heads though YO SON, I just seen five fiends around a ***** Son we gotta, we gotta go C'mon it, let's go over there, I'ma show this ***** right Hold up wait up wait up, jiggy comin Three deep ****** Think ****** don't know what the 's goin on Come on, come on, right over here Right onThere they go, right there That's them right there kid That cat?Word up Aiyyo kid? You're right behind him What the is you doin man huh? Huh?[The you talkin to?] Talkin to you man! Talkin to you what?[You ain't talkin to me] What the you talkin about? Yo, open your hand man, what the is that in your hand man?[What? Huh?]*fight ensues**smack* What the , the **** I say?Aiyyo c'mere! C'mere!Motherfu... C'mereYeah it's my s**t, my s**t Get upYo grab that *****, grab him*gun fires* Yo s**t! *gun fires* Move Son! Move! *gun fires repeatedly* Move move! Go ahead! Get him! Ohh s**t! Ohh s**t, ohh s**t, yo Yo man, yo Son I'm hit Man Son, I'm hit Yo Son?Son I'm hitDamn Son, you bleedin Son, bad Son Aiyyo grab this grab this take this take this Take this take this, I'ma go over to God's house 'fore the cops come I'ma throw this s**t away man Go ahead Son, go ahead Son, just go ahead Man that, man seventeen SonYo SonGet the outta here man Damn SonGo ahead man, I'm dying go ahead Hold that s**t SonYo, go ahead go ahead, ***** try to assassinate me man...[Intro: Raekwon the Chef] It's the remix SonCan it be, act like you know Check it[Verse One: Ghostface Killer] Yo, check what happened out of state I'm knocking off a half-a-cake Cash Rule, flying at a fast rate I smoke the black dust kept my hands clutched, I'm fallin in lust Spore plush I played my hand like a royal flush Baggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty woman I put it in him, shot up in him, deadly venom I hung around the big time bosses Illegal force exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources Spades tried to bag me, like Cagney, and LaceyChef had that ***** Stacey slippin in Macy'sI dose off, catch a flashback on how I got trappedand got licked like Papsy in a mob flick I got hitStumblin holdin my neck to the God's rest Opened flesh burgundy blood colored my GuessEmergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery Can it be an out of state ***** tried to murder me? I should've stayed in Job Corp, but now I'm a outlaw Ray Cartegna, carry a fo'-fo' *****[Chorus:]{"{"} Can it be that it was all so simple then?} Dedicated to the Gods and Earths Dedicated to babies who came feet first Dedicated to Up North and down state Dedicated to rich ****** who sell weights Dedicated to projects with black kids Dedicated to man who build pyramids Word up! What the yo? We taking you on another chamber Word up son, you know how we be on it Yeah it's real Show these crabs how to rhyme man I think it's time to bless them, word up Bulletproof First chamber Yo Chef yo[Verse Two: Raekwon] It started off on the Island, AK Shaolin ****** wildin Old folks scream : stop the violence! True layin up yo, watchin these crack ****** Playin nuff crap games for what see? Back in days, crime pays in mad ways Sportin Tommy Hil with caves 360 waves And no searchin for loose ends, now flex 300 BenzMad 10's with mad diamonds Now that's the life of the good life, sometimes ****** act trife I paid the price throughout my hood life Remember I got blasted, now that's in the past kid God forbid I lay in the casket But now I'm all about G-notes, no time for ****, mixed with coke I wash my mouth out with soap And I got my act together, ' Lo sweaters and betterand fat leather, so whatever, bring it on{"{"} Can it be that it was all so simple then?}[Outro:] Yeah, for real Murderous material stacked up Peace to mazes, for real Meditating on life Gold, word up y'all Crazy fly, dedication, to my people Word up, peace to all my brothers that I ain't gonna see no more Peace to brothers on the Island, up NorthWord up Straight up, I love you boy, it's on like that Word up, word up Peace to man woman and child Word upI got you covered baby, I'm here for you Project, check it Projects peoples one love Keep your head clear, we out of here We move in silence Bad boys, creating, the muderous stacks for your headpiece Baldheads, braids, blowouts YoFly chicks It's the remix y'all For real, the real side The RZA, check it Razor blade sharp Peace to the ClanNo other producer can compare boy WORD UPBring it, battle, beats all types of s**t For real y'all
So that's it kid, youknowhat I'msayin? Right here, lights out Yo yo hold up let me talk to this cat Yo kid, whattup Starks, whattup? Ay ay, whassup? Whassup baby? Ay yo yo yo kid, ay yo yo I just seen this kid over there over there, right over therewhile you're, while you're filmin that s**t I know he ain't down with your team Who?Don't know, some sk-skinny lookin, big-head *****, youknowhat I'msayin?That ***** ain't with heads though YO SON, I just seen five fiends around a ***** Son we gotta, we gotta go C'mon it, let's go over there, I'ma show this ***** right Hold up wait up wait up, jiggy comin Three deep ****** Think ****** don't know what the 's goin on Come on, come on, right over here Right onThere they go, right there That's them right there kid That cat?Word up Aiyyo kid? You're right behind him What the is you doin man huh? Huh?[The you talkin to?] Talkin to you man! Talkin to you what?[You ain't talkin to me] What the you talkin about? Yo, open your hand man, what the is that in your hand man?[What? Huh?]*fight ensues**smack* What the , the **** I say?Aiyyo c'mere! C'mere!Motherfu... C'mereYeah it's my s**t, my s**t Get upYo grab that *****, grab him*gun fires* Yo s**t! *gun fires* Move Son! Move! *gun fires repeatedly* Move move! Go ahead! Get him! Ohh s**t! Ohh s**t, ohh s**t, yo Yo man, yo Son I'm hit Man Son, I'm hit Yo Son?Son I'm hitDamn Son, you bleedin Son, bad Son Aiyyo grab this grab this take this take this Take this take this, I'ma go over to God's house 'fore the cops come I'ma throw this s**t away man Go ahead Son, go ahead Son, just go ahead Man that, man seventeen SonYo SonGet the outta here man Damn SonGo ahead man, I'm dying go ahead Hold that s**t SonYo, go ahead go ahead, ***** try to assassinate me man...[Intro: Raekwon the Chef] It's the remix SonCan it be, act like you know Check it[Verse One: Ghostface Killer] Yo, check what happened out of state I'm knocking off a half-a-cake Cash Rule, flying at a fast rate I smoke the black dust kept my hands clutched, I'm fallin in lust Spore plush I played my hand like a royal flush Baggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty woman I put it in him, shot up in him, deadly venom I hung around the big time bosses Illegal force exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources Spades tried to bag me, like Cagney, and LaceyChef had that ***** Stacey slippin in Macy'sI dose off, catch a flashback on how I got trappedand got licked like Papsy in a mob flick I got hitStumblin holdin my neck to the God's rest Opened flesh burgundy blood colored my GuessEmergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery Can it be an out of state ***** tried to murder me? I should've stayed in Job Corp, but now I'm a outlaw Ray Cartegna, carry a fo'-fo' *****[Chorus:]{"{"} Can it be that it was all so simple then?} Dedicated to the Gods and Earths Dedicated to babies who came feet first Dedicated to Up North and down state Dedicated to rich ****** who sell weights Dedicated to projects with black kids Dedicated to man who build pyramids Word up! What the yo? We taking you on another chamber Word up son, you know how we be on it Yeah it's real Show these crabs how to rhyme man I think it's time to bless them, word up Bulletproof First chamber Yo Chef yo[Verse Two: Raekwon] It started off on the Island, AK Shaolin ****** wildin Old folks scream : stop the violence! True layin up yo, watchin these crack ****** Playin nuff crap games for what see? Back in days, crime pays in mad ways Sportin Tommy Hil with caves 360 waves And no searchin for loose ends, now flex 300 BenzMad 10's with mad diamonds Now that's the life of the good life, sometimes ****** act trife I paid the price throughout my hood life Remember I got blasted, now that's in the past kid God forbid I lay in the casket But now I'm all about G-notes, no time for ****, mixed with coke I wash my mouth out with soap And I got my act together, ' Lo sweaters and betterand fat leather, so whatever, bring it on{"{"} Can it be that it was all so simple then?}[Outro:] Yeah, for real Murderous material stacked up Peace to mazes, for real Meditating on life Gold, word up y'all Crazy fly, dedication, to my people Word up, peace to all my brothers that I ain't gonna see no more Peace to brothers on the Island, up NorthWord up Straight up, I love you boy, it's on like that Word up, word up Peace to man woman and child Word upI got you covered baby, I'm here for you Project, check it Projects peoples one love Keep your head clear, we out of here We move in silence Bad boys, creating, the muderous stacks for your headpiece Baldheads, braids, blowouts YoFly chicks It's the remix y'all For real, the real side The RZA, check it Razor blade sharp Peace to the ClanNo other producer can compare boy WORD UPBring it, battle, beats all types of s**t For real y'all
