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Artist/Band: Raekwon
Lyrics for Song: Molasses
Lyrics for Album: Shaolin Vs. Wu-Tang [2011]



[Intro: Raekwon]

Yo, legend, what's good, legend, what's going on?

(Yo, we gotta do the intro over and all that, right?) Ice H2O

(Ight, keep all that, keep all that) Keep our palace, nigga

Yeah, word up, yeah, yeah, yeah, turn me up, son

Yo, Ross, what up, my nigga? (Murderous shit) Aiyo, aiyo



[Verse 1: Raekwon]

Word to the gold panamaras, and to the wood grain in my labo

I go the extra mile, my flow scaffolds

Crew cuts, the older niggas, the same rumors, just the same goons

When niggas catch visions of killing capos

Palestinian armor, golden rocket launcher, my aunt

She copped it from me, bought it in Rwanda

See demons scheming, niggas get live in the Beacon

I'm 'shaw' to 'shank' shit up like Morgan Freeman

Pussy getting rapper, rich nigga, one-on-one rents niggas

And incidents, my fingerprints been tore up

We sell love slinging like Siemens, the snortable Beemers

They love calling niggas names out, you screaming

Feds try to tap us and plus clap us, niggas'll grab Bust'

Throw you in the rassle, yo, clap ups

Catch me at the Stephen King mansion, with four of my Branson niggas

With me, me and Britney, a dancer

Know your shit authentic by the way your hat fit on you, with it

I'm like the Blair Witch nigga in the rented

Curtains in the five-seven, chunky and short

Bagging dope up in the backseat, your packages walk

Holding my girl wedding ring, she Medellin

Name is Coretta King, live in Alpharetta and she never leave me

Flow freely this is all graffiti, the cloth I'm cut from

Is straight from a rich nigga genie



[Chorus x2: Raekwon]

Yo, Scarface gangstas, criminal niggas up in the trenches

Army coats on, playing the benches

Getting paper, sly, that's the motto, intelligent goons

Inside a hundred thousand dollar whip, follow



[Verse 2: Rick Ross]

The fucking Juan Don, yeah, Su Wu-Tang

Still gritty, leave the pretty to the females

The watch mother pearl weather seashells

Pick of the litter, have this nigga picking paper up

Twitter thug, I'm the townline strangler

Get 'em up, banging dangerous as angel dust

Cuban Linx smoking stink in the Brink's trunk

I run with killas who snort powder, extort cowards

Ankle monitors under garments, so fuck showers

I give a fuck what you talking 'bout

Mob meetings, we them only niggas walking out

Sparking purple once a nigga done spaghetti slurping

Fly away in my new, Scabetti, surfing



[Chorus x2: Raekwon]

Yo, Scarface gangstas, criminal niggas up in the trenches

Army coats on, playing the benches

Getting paper, sly, that's the motto, intelligent goons

Inside a hundred thousand dollar whip, follow



[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]

Yo, we in the back roasting marshmallows, bottles of Cru'

The dialogue is the big chain niggas is rude

Law library scholars, potatoes over the thirty eights

With bald-heads, all live wires

Eleven homes, six trust funds, came home from doing a dime

We just left Un's, straight up

And we standing over the stoves, in denim Gibaud's

Bought a Dairy Queen in Queens right next to Lowe's

IMAX Theaters, Astoria Waldorf

Philip Drummer suite, pretty young thing sucking my balls off

Bubble baths, hash, zooted up, eyes closed

Silk drawers, fronting in my key lime pie Wall-o's

And I still got a half a key indeed, Frank Lucas shit

Hidden in coffins, flying over seas

And if you ever try to ruin my night

I'm a make sure my best pawn put like three in your kite

Shot caller, laying in big laws

Rock of Gibraltar, my pinky joint, killer like Orca

Daytime hawk, a nasty street author

Me, Rae and Rick, Uzi'd out in the Porsche's

Case we gotta Warner bro, like Malcolm-Jamal

I'm a Falcon, Seven Mike Vick with the ball

Cause I can hut-one, hut-two, disrespect, I hunt you down

Ain't a muthafuckin' crew we can't run through



[Chorus x2: Raekwon]

Yo, Scarface gangstas, criminal niggas up in the trenches

Army coats on, playing the benches

Getting paper, sly, that's the motto, intelligent goons

Inside a hundred thousand dollar whip, follow



[Outro:]

Army shit, nigga

Camouflage, guerrilla shit, nigga

You know what it is, man

Yo, Lex, talk, yeah

Where ya man at? Let's go

Stay together, my nigga


Album Lyrics: Shaolin Vs. Wu-Tang [2011]


Raekwon
"Shaolin Vs. Wu-Tang [2011]"


1. Shaolin Vs. Wutang
2. Every Soldier In The Hood
3. Silver Rings
4. Chop Chop Ninja
5. Butter Knives
6. Snake Pond
7. Crane Style
8. Rock N Roll
9. Rich and Black
10. From The Hills
11. Last Trip To Scotland
12. Ferry Boat Killaz
13. Dart School
14. Molasses
15. The Scroll
16. Masters Of Our Fate
17. Wu Chant
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