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Artist/Band: Raekwon
Lyrics for Song: Wu-Gambinos
Lyrics for Album: Only Built 4 Cuban Linx [1995]



Intro:



And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get

Tony Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America

Who wants to kill him?

No information, say yes or no

One point five million

Alright, you get what you want -- money's no object

They're all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable

And there are explosive head bullets, in the clip



[Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)]



Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here come the cop man

Yo Starks come here, come here Sun

Come here for a minute!

Aiyyo aiyyo hold up hold up

Shit we gotta go to the store for more baking soda

Yo yo yo get your fuckin, yo this made of glass nig!

Get your big Adidas off my moms table man!

Get the fuck off it man.

Yo just chill man, pass the Cristal man.

Niggaz is greedy man, damn.

Big ass shits.

Yo man you ain't smoking none of that weed in here man.

Chill man.



Bobby Steels

Somebody go to the store man

Sup kid?

Get that baking soda.

(Yo!) Let's cut the pie five ways

(Noodles) We came off with two mil kid

Fast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt coming through)

La cosa nostra

(Johnny Blaze!)

(Lou Diamonds!)

Represent kid.

(Tony Starks)

Universal frontier

(Original blood claat bad bwoys)



Chorus: Method Man



Who come to get you? None. They want guns!

I be the first to set off shit, last to run

Wu roll together as one

I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one



Verse One: Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze



Check it

Scriptures hit the body like sawed off shotties

Like my hair notty and my nosepiece snotty

Fuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably

Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real

Ain't nuttin fraudulent here, we pioneer

Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah

Thirty-six chambers of fear, huh, you lost it

Information leakin out your faucets, hmmmmm

Time to forfeit your crown and leave the ground

There's a new sheriff in town holdin it down

It's the two holster, shit shot smoker

Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster

Wild in the West, a student of my culture

And life is the test, hold up

Let a nigga catch his breath, we still payin dues

And the last one is death, back to the essence

With that shit you stressin, this rap profession

Now peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin

Isle plus my style, Criminology pays

The last times and days, Johnny fuckin Blaze



Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou Diamonds



This goes for niggaz who know

Wu will grow like llello, ley no

Plus coolin in Barbados

Ricaans be givin me much shit, the dutch shit

Stay cool papi, seize it with enough shit

Back at the lab a, crack's bagged up

Yo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if they hafta

Senoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin guards margaritas

Suckin his dick, up in the whip long

Designed for rhyme prime nigga jail time jiggas

Them niggaz up in Height figures bitin niggaz

Silks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain yeah

Jakes beware black rap millionaires

Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin this year

One eight hundred gambino niggaz yeah



[Meth]

Wu roll together as one

I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one



Verse Three: RZA, a.k.a. Bobby Steels



Solid gold crown is shinin

Solid gold, check it Sun yo

Solid gold crown be shinin and blindin like some diamonds

I be pioneerin the style in the cloud with silver linings

Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected

The heart the rib cage the chest and solar plexus

Castin stones, crackin two-hundred and six bones

And watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone

How dare you approach it with dim pones

The overfiend like noah bean green souls with a soldier mean

The grand exquisite imperial wizard oh is it

The Ryzarector come to pay your ass a visit

Local bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general

Lickin shots to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial

Happen millenium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin

goes up your adrenalin son it's time for boutin

It's a mileage resemblin niggaz who like followin

Trapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle



Verse Four: Master Killer



God steppin forth upon holy down of the track

It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack

So I decided to bite down on the mic

So the pain of the track won't deny the fact

That I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an expert

That hurts the individual who tries to visual-ize under

Cuz I strike, like thunder

Niggaz couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable

My wisdom fucks up your respiratorial

Systems are fractured by the killa tactics

Style is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged

Enter the entity, my vicinity

Is three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity

Represent the school of hard knocks and glocks my

Clan is hoss and got mad moss for blocks so

Feel the force of impact from the iron side of

The gat as I attack the track

From the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome

Watch a nigga get blown out his muthafuckin dome

piece, deceased, laid to rest



Chorus



Verse Five: Ghostface Killer, a.k.a. Tony Starks



Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room

Holdin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom

Full moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath

Sold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef

So step back, to the lab at, high velocity

My teammate, enhance cells well like a pharmacy

Fuck horado pablos plan growas bravo

Goodfellas we know, best sellas become novels

The man rockin head bands, silk scarves and jams

Early 80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams

The laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies

Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's

Remember them kids that came off with 8 million

Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavillions

Them flower heads must have been stupid

Tell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid

That's jet money, undaground money

Submarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies



Cosa cosa, come on...


Album Lyrics: Only Built 4 Cuban Linx [1995]


Raekwon
"Only Built 4 Cuban Linx [1995]"


1. Striving For Perfection
2. Knuckleheadz
3. Knowledge God
4. Criminology
5. Incarcerated Scarfaces
6. Rainy Dayz
7. Guillotinz (Swordz)
8. Can It All Be So Simple (Remix)
9. Shark Niggas (Biters)
10. Glaciers of Ice
11. Verbal Intercourse
12. Wisdom Body
13. Spot Rusherz
14. Ice Cream
15. Wu-Gambinos
16. Heaven & Hell
17. North Star (Jewels)
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