Fuck Them lyrics

Artist  : Raekwon 
Song : Fuck Them



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Method Man:
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Fuck
you

Chorus: 2x
What you wanna be when
you grow up
You wanna be thugs
You wanna be
pranksters
You wanna sell drugs
You wanna be
gangsters
Thats what silly boys are made
of

Raekwon:
Aiyyo, aiyyo
Cool G's
and forty seven flavors
Display swade
gators
We comin through
To blaze
neighbors
Meet mark and pardon me to heat
mark
A dutch spark it
Lex Leonardo arts
profit
Apple cranberry mixed with
crystal
Fan worry
Desert mountain crib in
the ground
We arsonists
One point five a
liter
Take a taste
Splash your
heater
Smack your face twice
Clap your
sneakers
Shit is like a mission to
Mars
Fishin' for bars
Takin' whats
ours
Knowledge the car Pa
Dont be
stupid
Get a little cash
Better swoop
it
Throw it in the ground and recoup
it
Next check was best
Your family pack
your shit
Get vexed
Leave a nigga standing
in a bag of leaves
Some niggas catch on
later
Try to put them on they haters
I met
eighty of them niggas yo
Waitin' on the
sidelines droolin'
Some need schoolin'
Let
me teach yo
And roll a student what
Rule
one
Yo respect if you lose son
Dont be big
back about to learn to move dunn
All hell to
niggas in jails
With sharks in they
fishtanks
Now he come home he a
whale
Wolves in the projo's, projo's yo
We
realer up in my shows yo
Middle finger five
O's
Take time to climb vines yo
Lay on the
lines
Like Laury only lovin' Rae kind
Sun
splash cash layin like three bags of
hash
Fully wrapped in a indian man's
stash

Method Man:
Aiyyo

Chorus:
2x

Raekwon:
Aiyyo, get up
Lex should
be braggin'
Get it up
Fuck shorty got cream
in a mean truck
Prop-ness she hollar like the
Loch Ness
He large rock this
Fresh Ferrari
in a drop six
Fro's
Yo talkin about the
dough on his clothes
Glaze is crushed up pokin
on rolls yo
Oh yeah and maybe gettin'
cream
See what I mean black queen
Stop
actin' like crack fiends an'
Brawl we wanna
thank all of y'all
Play the wall
hype
Checkin how this lady walks stay
hawkin'
Grab the remain, divorce (Uh)
Shame
came to yours
We like green
Rock the same
gameplan, ours (Yo, Yo)

Method
Man;
Ladies and gentlemen
Your about to
see
A pastime hobby about to be
Takin' to
the next degree
By M-E-TH and the bloody Chef
Boyardee
Watch out bitches is too
nosey
Backhand slappin' the phoney
Got to
walk it off can't mosey
Who got you open
up
Crack pipe still smokin'
Face
frozen
Coke straw stickin' out your nose and
D
Proposin' that you bleed on the Chef
apron
My thing hold down the play-pen
And
say the nursery rhymes they makin
Come on
now
Shits too real
Fuck you and now your
man feel
Time don't stand still for y'all
bitches
Wanna Big Ball
I got two for you to
juggle in your jizzals
Im losin' it
now
Throw in the pieces like a
jig-saw
Aiyyo
She multi-colored like a
rainbow
Mr. Meth and the Cuban Link
kiddo
On tracks we connect, politic
ditto
Take that to that

Chorus: 2x