Album Name

Only Built 4 Cuban Linx

Artist

Raekwon

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

1995.08.01

Release Agency

BMG

Wu-Gambinos - Raekwon
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
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
We came off with two mil kid
Noodles
Fast
Rollie Fingers
Noodles
no doubt coming through
La cosa nostra
Johnny Blaze
Lou Diamonds
Represent kid
Tony Starks
Universal frontier
Original blood claat bad bwoys
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 'cause he shine like one
Check it
Scriptures hit the body
like sawed off shotties
Like my hair notty and
my nose piece 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
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
Wu roll together as one
I call my brother
Sun 'cause he shine like one
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 millennium
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
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
Cause 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
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 'cause he shine like one
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 eight million
Robbed the Brinks and I
labeled in royal pavilions
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