Havoc/Raekwon King of Kings Lyrics

[Intro: Havoc (Raekwon)]
Let's go (Yeah, n____)
Good lookin' Rae that's what I'm talkin' 'bout
(It's all good don't worry about it)
You feel what I'm sayin'? (Don't worry about it)
Yeah (Word up, let's go)
You know how we gotta come at this n____s, man
Yeah.. come on.. yo.

[Havoc]
Stuck, y'all like gum underneath my kicks
Better move little f___s when the heat I'll spit
The hammer clap like the a__ on a meat-out chick
Dump clips like a trifflin' a__ b____ to drop
If you short you're a chance in the box
But I ain't lettin' you play with the guns in the club, I'm boothin' the ox
Got my eyes on the ho's and I'm a peripheral
Got you cowards poppin' that Moe', my hand on the 'istol
Wild out, have a ball, you could drink 'til you 'url
Thought the Firewater was strong, the pound'll leave you curled
on the floor, like a new born baby, God
What you mean "Is he dead?", what type of s___ is leakin' out of his head?
When you cowards see the drama and it come to a head
I'm hittin' Rae up on the jacket, it ain't much to be said
If it's on, go without sayin' somethin', deliverin'
Visa verca, this is Havoc, baby, we those n____s (we those n____s)

[Chorus 2X: Raekwon]
All that money is us, now what's f___in' wit' us?
Eh yo all around hungry, that's us and can't get nothin' get it
Eh yo all that money, all them n____s
All them shorties, everybody yell "All lovely"

[Raekwon]
I chop meat out ya face, Daddy, gladly
Mad breeze on, rubberband currency and I splash ya visa
You know the code, yo caesar low straddlers
Front Streets, cracks all in the front seat spazzin'
Imperial wizards, Staten
Knife game off the chain and I'm with four hundred with wagons yo
Live wires, shoot darts for bread
Any map, I a__ist that, I'm holdin' it, all n____s dead
What? Battle for cake and f___ wizzes
We do it straight business, all mount ride, ain't no fake n____s
Reminisce, spit faces
p___in' on the fake little swindler's list, Rae gave them n____s cake
Battle the gun, you're wildin'
I might levitatate well, I might take ya s___, push up, stylin' it
Oxes, reefers, police need us
The regime of Shaolin with Queens re-up
f___in' with the poisonous hand
Remember y'all, no commercial, I hurt you, yo go get ya mans

[Chorus 2X]

[Raekwon]
Eh yo select me, Gucci sneaker recipe
Not the S dot Carters, no disrespect but respect me
One of the top five gangstas alive
My element is just the Elliott Ness, n____s who hide
Yo I ran from some n____s that was police
These n____s heard about me bringin' marked money in, I had the whole East
I've been the greatest, been flippin' the latest
Somethin' like the new haggler on the Ave., ham it up, pullin' haze
And all the young n____s praise me
It's like the talent of the Six Million Dollar Man, 'yana pace
Come on, banana squeeze, aim at these Caravans
Heard he had his man and that ugly Keish'
Comin' from a galaxy of hood, hard real people gettin' ki's
f___ wit' the media, it's all good

[Chorus 2X]