100 Rounds lyrics

Artist  : Raekwon 
Song : 100 Rounds



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Man: Yo
What up D? Huh?
You bought that
from Tower Records?
What's that, let me see
that bag
Get the fuck off, get the fuck off
it
Come here man, what the fuck
I...(banging)
Like that nigga, give me that
man
You dead on this purple tape nigga you
dead on that
Fuck outta here (gun
cock)

Raekwon: Niggas think I can't sell
five million?
Ya'll niggas is mad
Ya'll
must not know the work I put in on this
For
real, that's for real for real (ha
ha)
Represent, flick it up all day nigga,
Immobilarity
Ya'll know my work, this category
is raw

[Raekwon]
Aiyo slash your
position
Verbal mike physician
Blow lines
like chimes in the kitchen
God should vega,
straight up stomp that fake out
What, he
biting everything, biting his nuts
We slang
like champions
Caught me in the outlet in
Hamptons
Style it out
Throwin four thousand
out
Swimsuit mammal get high
Float
flammable
Drop off in a Benz boat
lampable
Rear like hittin a deer
Playin
Cuban Linx movin in the chair, he got a ear
No
question all brolic guerillas stand up
Whoever
large throw a hand up
Throw a grand
up
Let's like multiply
Con-nect both sides,
big shit low rides, ga-lide
Everybody bump
once
Yo Chef gonna throw ya'll niggas free
lunch
Hit the L twice, need it once
Track
be yelling like a whore
Like a swelling on a
sore
Or this rap Magellion on your jaw
I'm
a night freak,
Boating on the weekends, ten a
week
Flows spray it like Clinique
Rich
unique, bitch you weak
Contact Reek, we callin
up Leek
Yo he famous like Ali feet, yo
mystical
Rap Larry Davis with a pistol
And
dis you
You a student, fuckin wit a
principal

Chorus(x2)
Rollin like ten at
a time
Begin, love revolves around a thin
line
Go against this, send mine
Lace you
chase you down
Let a hundred rounds race
you
Now you went from brolic to a
facial

[Raekwon]
Yo, ayo glass tree
house
Yo, Fiendin like fuck in a green
house
Rush and cut, chain cream out
Blow
steam out
Rare like guccis in ears
Goose
bears
Skied up, loving all my deustch
years
Coat for broadway
Hundred and 39th
all day
Got my chick rollin call her
Parle'
20th century max like jail
penitentiary
Nikki Barnes gon' lynch
me
What, fruit flavored nikes
Benz 2000 the
hype piece
Send half my love out to white
peeps
Wu-Tang emblem, success, make a nigga
tremble
Nine of us stand, nine
resemble
Filling out tax reports
Look live
up in Guess shorts
Bitches got love and
support
Yo, leather jacket, yellow
Leather
hat, mack it real mellow
New York state of
mind, crime Othello
Wild zoo of bitches,
burrow that's Staten
Yo we actin, Wud up we do
that crack thing captain
Still camaflouge
jackets
Mad rackets
Out yo we cap shit,
picture that nigga
mashin

Chorus(x2)

[Raekwon]
Yo,aiyo
blowin more reason
For a season, wud up shortie
jaw season
Baltimore hall bleeding
Take
money, remember that ?dun gottori? son
Dripped
out in Bahamas all bummy
Gain you out
patriot
Portrait of my love mad shit
Now we
with things, the long gray shit
Luke bitches in
Barook
Cute big, fat bitches with Luke
Lex
you need boots that switches
Flights over
Iraq
Ironing my hat out, and
'lax
Connecting with diplomat cats
Harlem
hustle connect, Iceberg varsity check
Rimmin
well ice drool off my dick
Abe Lincoln
president suites, lay eventually
Pinch me, I
bought head from Monica Lewinsky
Arrest that
hoodlum
Strong arm that the white
gooden
Faggot nigga frontin, knew he
wouldn't
Flexible impact rhymin
professional
We staked out eatin all side
vegetables
Prosperity rhymes, lines
Casians
and Asians
Let's blaze niggas with the
shine

Chorus(x2)

Raekwon: Yea word
up, that's right ha ha
Ya'll be loving my
shit, yea all the real niggas
stand up, hey yo
let me speak, let me speak
Yo this a new year
right here
It's the 2 with the 3 zeros, here
me?
It's gonna get technical for real
Let's
play the game right
It's jus a friendly game of
baseball
Ha feel me? Hey yo Santanna,
yo
Bring that suitcase in here kid
Let's
count that, where it came from?
Where it came
from? Rollin like ten at a time...