Raekwon Spot Rusherz Lyrics
{*street noise and a St. Ide's commercial play in the background*}
[Ghost]
Who's the Wallabe kid, dressed down, could never be Son
Ricochet daily hit the deli for a cold one
May I be blessed yes? My rap is like a laser beam
That blow between the bushes, St. Ide's and I the king of tings
[U-God]
Crack the bottle of the St. Ide's, sippin it's real
And thrillin will I, drink it and we only
Too be dope, you can't die, them peoples do lie
And if the street don't know, you're full of slang cane pain
[RZA]
It was hot, on the spot, so I jetted up the block
I said, "Ock! I'm hot, let's go sit on the bay by the docks"
Of the black, I'm fully packed, always got my Trojan
Heads got bottles open, fill my cup till flowin
*conversation*
[R] All that good s___
[G] Yeah
[R] KnowhatI'msayin, you come in, you come in lookin flavorful
[G] Word
[R] YouknowhatImean? You the whole s___ of the whole night
[G] But I've seen it though, knowhatI'msayin? Like I seen it
You know, my G is too futuristic for that s___, knowhatI'msayin?
[R] Word, did you try to get a little swerve kid on?
[G] Tried to man, youknowhatI'msayin, but she was come pullin off. Word
[R] Word?
[G] Just come pullin off her as her drawers, y'know?
[R] Worrrd
[G] f___ that b____ though, knowhatI'msayin? Shoulda, on the real
Yo yo tonight feel like a n____ gonna get burnt
[R] Yeah yeah
[G] It's like you hear something tomorrow right
Some like yo, blahzay blahe
[R] It's the wind, I'm tellin you
[G] Yeah yeah word
[R] It's the air, I can feel it
[G] It feel hot, it feel feel hot at night and s___ like the sun ain't even out
Yo the sun don't shine nobody, knowhatI'msayin?
[Raekwon]
Yeah
One-two, one-two, n____
Line for line, line for line
How we get down wit da rhyme
Yo, it be a line for line, line for line
This is how we get down
Yeah, line for line, line for line
This is how we get down
Yo! Can you feel me?
Storytellin rap Magellan I ain't tellin
Them n____z ran in the spot for sellin
Word up, pushed up, man got mushed up
Seen him at a rap show actin like fat cat though
Glasses gold, shinin like a real big boy
This n____ had mega ice on Chips Ahoy!
Cat surrounded, this political brown kid
All out the wind yo, my man walked in
Pullin mints out son had mad clientele
Order me Cristal twice Kion, chill!
Watch them n____z, aiyyo that clique's from outta state
They bubble weight in Far Rockaway with Blake Carrington
You know the kid with the most doe-getters
And terrors on fat s___ clique they rock Lo sweaters
That's my man, that's my man too
Call him up on the strength of the Wu
And watch me game, yo grab the cell
I got a heist to pull off well
At the end of the week, I'm buyin you a L
Lexus n____, I ain't talkin bout Hancock
No time for weed plus no time to get locked
That night, up in the staircase
Cousin had me laced out, skeed all outta my face
We gon' get dat cruchy chump for all of his lump
Don't try to front, you was sweatin this Hilfidiger
Guess who walked in, Abbott and his man from Farragut
Confront him with the Ruger on his back, walk in black
Where's your man, where's 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 up
He got the Donna Karen s___ on, two rings
Six carats a piece plus the chain swing
Like anchors on ships flooded wit all diamond chips
Back pockets: two clips - four-fifths wit rubber grips
Layin, two bottles of brass I was slayin
Meditatin, red dot be waitin for my payment
Heard the key in the lock, c___ed the glock
Turn the lights out, dip behind the couch
Kion, gag his mouth
Infra-redded his head when he entered
But a soft Perry Ellis leather with Dorinda
A friend of, Kion's wife, Kenya, the b____ larger than life
Yo, shorty be f___in mad Columbian n____z
f___ it, get on the floor meet the black Lex Luthor
Stripped fast, the b____ had on Claiborne drawers
Yo Rae, you about to scrape her, chill Ghost
Thought for a second, turned around
Threw the nine in his meatloaf
Yo, where's the cash and the stash that's mixed?
I don't know!
Shot his hand, he started screamin like a b____!
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