Raekwon The Chef

Raekwon The Chef - Can It All Be So Simple lyrics

Intro: raekwonghost

So that's it kidyouknowhati'msayin? right herelights out

Yo yo hold up let me talk to this cat

Yo kidwhattup starkswhattup?

Ay aywhassup? whassup baby?

Ay yo yo yo kiday yo yo

I just seen this kid over there over thereright over there

While you'rewhile you're filmin that shit

I know he ain't down with your team

Who?

Don't knowsome sk-skinny lookinbig-head niggayouknowhati'msayin?

That nigga ain't fuckin with heads though

Yo sonI just seen five fiends around a nigga son

Fuckwe gottawe gotta go

C'mon fuckitlet's go over therei'ma show this nigga right

Hold up wait up wait upjiggy comin

Three deep niggaz

Fuck

Think niggaz don't know what the fuck's goin on

Come oncome onright over here

Right on

There they goright there

That's them right there kid

That cat?

Word up

Aiyyo kid?

You're right behind him

What the fuck is you doin man huh? huh?

[the fuck you talkin to? ]

Talkin to you man!

Talkin to you what?

[you ain't talkin to me]

What the fuck you talkin about?

Yoopen your hand manwhat the fuck is that in your hand man?

[what? huh? ]

*fight ensues*

*smack* what the fuckthe fuck I say?

Aiyyo c'mere! c'mere!

Motherfu...

C'mere

Yeah it's my shitmy shit

Get up

Yo grab that niggagrab him

*gun fires*

Yo shit! *gun fires* move son! move! *gun fires repeatedly* move move!

Go ahead! get him! ohh shit!

Ohh shitohh shityo

Yo manyo son I'm hit

Man sonI'm hit

Yo son?

Son I'm hit

Damn sonyou bleedin sonbad son

Aiyyo grab this grab this take this take this

Take this take thisi'ma go over to god's house 'fore the cops come

I'ma throw this shit away man

Go ahead songo ahead sonjust go ahead

Man fuck thatman seventeen son

Yo son

Get the fuck outta here man

Damn son

Go ahead manI'm dying go ahead

Hold that shit son

Yogo ahead go aheadnigga try to assassinate me man...

Intro: raekwon the chef

It's the remix son

Can it beact like you know

Check it

Verse one: ghostface killer

Yocheck what happened out of state

I'm knocking off a half-a-cake cash ruleflying at a fast rate

I smoke the black dust kept my hands clutchedI'm fallin in lust

Spore plush I played my hand like a royal flush

Baggy jeanswallabee clarkspretty woman

I put it in himshot up in himdeadly venom

I hung around the big time bosses

Illegal force exchange thoughtsshowing love to all my sources

Spades tried to bag melike cagneyand lacey

Chef had that bitch stacey slippin in macy's

I dose offcatch a flashback on how I got trapped

And got licked like papsy in a mob flick I got hit

Stumblin holdin my neck to the god's rest

Opened flesh burgundy blood colored my guess

Emergency traumablack teen headed for surgery

Can it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?

I should've stayed in job corpbut now I'm a outlaw

Ray cartegnacarry a fo'-fo' nigga

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 niggaz who sell weights

Dedicated to projects with black kids

Dedicated to man who build pyramids

Word up! what the fuck yo?

We taking you on another chamber

Word up sonyou know how we be on it

Yeah it's real

Show these crabs how to rhyme man

I think it's time to bless themword up

Bulletproof

First chamber

Yo chef yo

Verse two: raekwon

It started off on the islandak shaolin niggaz wildin

Old folks scream : stop the violence!

True layin up yowatchin these crack niggaz

Playin nuff crap games for what see?

Back in dayscrime pays in mad ways

Sportin tommy hil with caves 360 waves

And no searchin for loose endsnow flex 300 benz

Mad 10's with mad diamonds

Now that's the life of the good lifesometimes niggaz act trife

I paid the price throughout my hood life

Remember I got blastednow that's in the past kid

God forbid I lay in the casket

But now I'm all about g-notesno time for weedmixed with coke

I wash my mouth out with soap

And I got my act together'lo sweaters and better

And fat leatherso whateverbring it on

{can it be that it was all so simple then? }

Outro:

Yeahfor real

Murderous material stacked up

Peace to mazesfor real

Meditating on life

Goldword up y'all

Crazy flydedicationto my people

Word uppeace to all my brothers that I ain't gonna see no more

Peace to brothers on the islandup north

Word up

Straight upI love you boyit's on like that

Word upword up

Peace to man woman and child

Word up

I got you covered babyI'm here for you

Projectcheck it

Projects peoples one love

Keep your head clearwe out of here

We move in silence

Bad boyscreatingthe muderous stacks for your headpiece

Baldheadsbraidsblowouts

Yo

Fly chicks

It's the remix y'all

For realthe real side

The rzacheck it

Razor blade sharp

Peace to the clan

No other producer can compare boy

Word up

Bring itbattlebeats all types of shit

For real y'all

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