Gihad - Raekwon Lyrics

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Since rap got locked right before we visit the '90's
Chef in the kitchen, cooking up with the crimies
It's late fall, dime season, we bought the crib
Next to Bill Clinton mother, cause she fuck with the Chinese
They hitting niggas with heroin, it's fourteen of us with Beemers
We won't stop pitching the Chevron
It's packed, kid, black kids don't know how to act
They flashing macks, Gillette's, a couple of stacks, yo
The systems is 'oopid', yup, shorty with the pumps on
And dunks get provided and scooped, kid
And bloodhounds is hating, they knowing how the kid get down
Silent shotties with grenades, I'm waiting
And everybody love vintage, you see like 4/5 niggas
With half moons and wave intentions
What's really good? The 'dro hit 'em, killed 'em in the hotel
Heard he had some old chick with him

[Hook: Raekwon]
That's how we make it happen, that's how we break it down
Hood all day, nigga, watch how we take the town
That's why we do the do, just know who is who
Acknowledge me all day, and understand Wu is Wu

[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]
Yo, but on the other side of town it's Tony, laid up
This white chick want to gargle my nuts
I put the Bailey's down, tap the blunt out
Grabbed her by her hair, watch blondie-love whip my dick out
Spit dripping down my balls, she slobbing me
That's right, suck that dick, get it hard for me
Pyrex in one hand, large amount of grams in it rocked up
And she pregnant, my little man got her knocked up
He popped up (oh shit!) I'm like a crooked cop
Richard Gere, big smirk on, getting my cock sucked
He pulled the joint out, a bullet spun out, but it was too late
Already nutted on the side of her mouth
Side of her face, and hair like "Something About Mary"
I can't front, my son gun look scary, chill!
She's a whore, you knew it from the time we ran trains on her
And you still went and fucked her raw
Come on, son, give me the gun, you gonna kill me
Over this bum-ass bitch you can't resist?
Remember Vel had her in the telly, taking the fist
Watch how you aiming that shit, you should be aiming at Trish
She take a bone like a rib-eye steak at Ruth's Chris
Yo, be easy on the trigger, son, you squeezing the fifth
I only did it just to show you, she's the easiest bitch
He came close, had to duff him, nigga, give me that shit

[Hook: Raekwon]
That's how we make it happen, that's how we break it down
Hood all day, nigga, watch how we take the town
That's why we do the do, just know who is who
Acknowledge me all day, and understand Wu is Wu

[Outro: Ghostface Killah]
Fucking gun motherfucka
Pull a fucking gun on me again, I'll blow your little balls off
Go to the store and get me a fucking 40
'Fore I smack the shit out you, man
Word up, while you're at it go to the freezer
Get a steak man, for your eye, nigga
Word up
Put some bologna on your face or something, nigga
Make sure my 40 cold, too, when you bring it back
And when you get back, bag this shit up nigga
Word up
I don't give a fuck if you 25 nigga you my son, nigga, word up
That's why I let you slide, nigga, word
Get you a 40 too, and a pacifier, nigga
A bib and a diaper

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