Raekwon - Knowledge God lyrics
Intro: raekwonghostface
*sniff* *drumbeat* *long sniff*
Plug*sniff* word yo
*snort* word yo*s-snort* youknowhati'msayin?
*sniff* you knowyou know we had the baddest motherfuckin
*long sniff* unit back in the dayskid!
No doubtno doubtI know that sonI know that
You know thatyou know what I'm sayin?
I miss all my niggazthoughbelieve me
And I'll never forget none of them
Word upword up
Stovetoproofsideyou know what I'm sayin
I had these motherfuckinall these wild-ass niggaz man
You know what I'm sayinlb?
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Shit is wild overallyouknowhati'msayin god?
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Word upyouknowhati'msayin?
You know how we doword up
So you let my shit go on the count of threethough
Youknowhati'msayin?
Verse one: raekwon
Fake niggaz throw shit in they drinks
Club nights we snatch linx politicafricans and chinks
While world of sport niggaz snort coke by the seconds
Niggaz projects filled with fiends injectin
Morphinethe God seen more creamand upstate
Cousin reekalmost got hit with fourteen
Chill pahthe god'll be a star when you come home
Light bones and let you rock my 3g stone
Sosee cousinyo I was workincats I'm jerkin
And uptown these niggaz actin like they hurtin
Keys twenty-four a brick
Columbians be on some bullshitthat's why poppy got hit
Stay tunedword upI hope to see you in june
By the wayI seen your bitchshe was up in this cat's room
Skeyed upweed the fuck upto top it off
Look beat upwith two crack fiends huggin your seed up
I took care of thatthoughbut don't worry bout it
I got your back though
Chorus: raekwon
Yo why's my niggas always yellin that broke shit
Let's get money sonnow you wanna smoke shit
Chill godyo the son don't chill allah
What's today's mathematic son? knowledge god
Verse two: raekwon
Fly like cashmerelast yearmy team caught bodies in gravesmere
Hit a store owner named mike lavonia
Italianoslanted-eyed bangin them fat milano
Selling coke right out the bottle
Sometimea nigga brought nines to test with minds
Crazy peacebuying keys in greece
Was a rich niggapicture the nigga without dope figures
Condo with his chickrockin the gold vigor
Mafia flickstyin up tricks was his main hobby
Teachin his seedwu-tang karate
Mixin drinks in clubshairy chest with many minks
Night time rollin with spics
Extra livehe claimed he couldn't dietop rank
Took sixteen shots in his fist to bank
And his pet piranhahe named him marijuana
Smokin ganjacallin his weed paisandra
Claimin new york was ancient babylon
Where the sky stayed the color of greylike her-on
I can't front thoughtruck loads of indo
Soon to blow slowhis ass is out nowtally-hoe
Chorus 2x
*pause*
Chorus
Outro: raekwon
Yeah uh huhuh huhmiami niggaz
Word upshow your love
Yeah y'allyeah y'allyeah
Word uplondoneuropeafrica
Word upthe fifty-two statesyeah
Catch me laterword upyeahyeah
About to make moves and slide like grease
Moves and slide like grease
Moves
