Raekwon The Chef - Spot Rusherz Lyrics
*sounds of the street, wu-tang st. ides commercial is in the background*(this is a best guess based on whats heard underneath raes conversation)[ghostface] whos the wallabe kid, dress down, could never be sonRicochet daily hit the deli for a cold oneMay I be blessed yes? my mic is like a laser beamThat blow between the bushes, st. ides and I the king of things[cappadon] crack the bottle of the st. ides, sippin its realAnd thrillin will i, drink it and we onlyToo be dope, you cant die, them peoples do lieAnd if the street dont know, youre full of slang cane pain[rza] it was hot, on the spot, so I jetted up the blockI said, ock, Im hot, lets go sit on the bay by the docksOf the black, Im fully packed, always got my trojanHeads got bottles open, fill my cup till flowin*conversation*All that good shitYeahKnowhatimsayin, you come in, you come in lookin flavorfulWordYouknowhatimean? you the whole shit of the whole nightBut Ive seen it though, knowhatimsayin? like I seen itYou know, my g is too futuristic for that shit, knowhatimsayin?Word, did you try to get a little swerve kid on?Tried to man, youknowhatimsayin, but she was come pullin offWordWord?Just come pullin off her as her drawersWorrrd***** that ***** though, knowhatimsayin? shoulda, on the realYo yo tonight feel like a nigga gonna get burntYeah yeahIts like you hear something tomorrow rightSome like yo, blahzay blaheIts the wind, Im tellin youYeah yeah wordIts the air, I can feel itIt feel hot, it feel feel hot at night and shit likeThe sun aint even outYo the sun dont shine nobody, knowhatimsayin?Lyrics: raekwonYeahOne-two, one-two, niggaLine for line, line for lineHow we get down wit da rhymeYo, it be a line for line, line for lineThis is how we get downYeah, line for line, line for lineThis is how we get downYo! can you feel me?Storytellin rap magellan I aint tellinThem niggaz ran in the spot for sellinWord up, pushed up, man got mushed upSeen him at a rap show actin like fat cat thoughGlasses gold, shinin like a real big boyThis nigga had mega ice on chips ahoy!Cat surrounded, this political brown kidAll out the wind yo, my man walked inPullin mints out son had mad clienteleOrder me cristal twice kion, chill!Watch them niggaz, aiyyo that cliques from outta stateThey bubble weight in far rockaway with blake carringtonYou know the kid with the most doe-gettersAnd terrors on fat shit clique they rock lo sweatersThats my man, thats my man tooCall him up on the strength of the wuAnd watch me game, yo grab the cellI got a heist to pull off wellAt the end of the week, Im buyin you a lLexus nigga, I aint talkin bout han*****No time for weed plus no time to get lockedThat night, up in the staircaseCousin had me laced out, skeed all outta my faceWe gon get dat cruchy chump for all of his lumpDont try to front, you was sweatin this hilfidigerGuess who walked in - abbott and his man from farragutConfront him wit the ruger on his back, walk in blackWheres your man, wheres the sky blue land at?Stop playin wu in the back, smacked him wit the gat(yo, money said he be here in fifteen!)Stop lyin, wait for the millenia green to pull upHe got the donna karen shit on, two ringsSix carats a piece plus the chain swingLike anchors on ships flooded wit all diamond chipsBack pockets: two clips - four-fifths wit rubber gripsLayin, two bottles of brass I was slayinMeditatin, red dot be waitin for my paymentHeard the key in the lock, *****ed the glockTurn the lights out, dip behind the couchKion, gag his mouthInfra-redded his head when he enteredBut a soft perry ellis leather with dorindaA friend of, kions wife, kenya, the ***** larger than lifeYo, shorty be *****in mad columbian niggaz***** it, get on the floor meet the black lex luthorStripped fast, the ***** had on claiborne drawersYo rae, you about to scrape her, chill ghostThought for a second, turned aroundThrew the nine in his meatloafYo, wheres the cash and the stash thats mixed?I dont know!Shot his hand, he started screamin like a *****!
