Raekwon - Black Mozart Lyrics

Writer(s) : DIGGS, ROBERT F. / WOODS, COREY / ROTA, NINO RINALDI / HUNTER, JASON S.
Artist: Raekwon Lyrics
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Album: Track 6 on Only Built 4 Cuban Linx... Pt II
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Ha! Hya, hi! Hwa!
Stupid fool, you are forcing me to kill you!
(Yeah
You know how it go
Fresh from the station, every hall of justice
Real rhymin'
Real movement, real life
Word up, we just chillin'
Ten bottles of Krug on the wall
Nahmsayin'? Straight up, for real
Yo RZA, talk to these *****s, man
Let's go, man, for real
Yo Ra, man, whattup?)

[Chorus]
You gotta get that money no matter what you do
(Yeah, gangsta ****, groovy ****
Raw ****
Secret endictment ****)
You gotta get that money and represent your crew
(Yeah
Secret endictments
Be careful, *****s
For real
Let's go)
And keep it true

Verse 1 (Raekwon)

As reaper stay spray, still *****s are smoked
4 in his pocket, a diamond-up chain and some coke
Champion hood, the goodies in the brown back
By the radiator near the cookies and the bundles of dope
Fishscalers, I live in elevators and gross
All this paper, profit maker lay there and post
Wit them Adidas that Bruce wore, stay in a juice bar
All I know if you saw me you thought I was broke
Black yo, I been hustlin' since *****s was bustin' guns
And scufflin', and jumpin' *****s over some coats
We played the S&S rooftop Latin Quarter Polo popes
Who hung out wit all the apers and goats

[Chorus]

Yo RZA, you crazy, man (woo)
Yo this that Black Mozart **** right here
Yo
I used to scramble hard
Tadio strapped to the handlebars
50 deep in the lobby large rockin' camoflauge
Dark ceaser holdin' my nuts, played the buildin' front
Fifth of Henny, throw a little snow in the blunt
Just growin' up schooled by O.G.'s, holdin' those enough
Daily new drama unfold, they popped him over what?
It's so rough, nobody know him, so what?
Ayo the money's close by, homie, show me the stuff
Barrel-hoppin' coppin bricks, bags, burners and kicks
City slicker circlin' the strip, workin' them tricks
Like Friday night cruise in the coup, new Velour suit
Fruit-flavored kicks takin' flicks out in 40 deuce
Farmer jeans, hammer swings, tucked in the loop
How they hit Miss Fisher, they was bustin' at Soup?
Up in 54, underground, Parrot and Q
Made man wit the grey Shands wrapped in the blue
Stay flam' every day fam, stackin' my loot
80 grams in the cake pan, packages flew
Sippin' passionfruit Alize in back of the oh!

We soldiers, boy, we soldiers
Break case, 100-dollar-bill boulders
We soldiers, boy, we soldiers
Big head, I thought I told ya!
Big head, I thought I told ya!

[Chorus]


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