Knuckleheadz lyrics

Artist  : Raekwon 
Song : Knuckleheadz



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Intro:

[Raekwon]
One for you, one for
me
Two for you, one-two for me
Three for
you...
[Ghostface]
What? I'll smack fuck
out ya
Smack fire out your fuckin ass, what
the fuck you think this is man?
Get the fuck
up outta here man
[Raekwon] So yo matter of
fact, the man is back
[Ghostface] Think my
head is madder than fuckin fire
[Raekwon] Shit
aight, this ain't even enough burn right
here
This ain't enough
[Ghostface] Fuck it
man
[Raekwon] We gonna shoot right over
there
And yo them niggaz got the big CREAM
over there
So just chill
[Ghostface] So
let's do this the fuck up, roll up like tropical
kid
Don't play me like I got a flowerpot head
kid
Just chill man
[Raekwon] On the real
let's go get this money fast Son
I know how we
gotta do this kid
*shots fire*
[Ghostface]
Scrungy-head motherfucker

Verse One:
Raekwon the Chef

Lay on the crime scene,
sippin fine wines
Pullin nines on, UFO's,
takin they fly clothes
They eyes closed, we
gettin loot
No doubt, check the word of mouth,
unheard about
Guns go off and now a murder
bout
I'm out
My raps play the part like a
Get Smart secret agent
in a maze and, styles
blazin, Johnny Blaze and Tony Starks in a daze
and
rhymin, my nigga Lou Diamond will wrap it
up
We like Meth to go and fuck with
Noodles
Havin them poodles on the lockdown
buyin me
Amarett-ahs, and chewables, stackin
pharmecuetical
Rap niggaz on dust and
wools
Yo, I told you, some kill rob and
fold
The gold's untold, fuck it it beats
parole
So stroll marvelous, soul
controller
of the whole globe, god damn I got
it sewn
And yo, whattup pop, pop the suitcase
high
And we can talk, you can walk out the
fuckin building
And get caught, save the fully
inflatable
Rap relatable, drug
relatable
Niggaz here to play with you
A
hundred dollar Rottweiler goes to spot
sellers
Guns and glocks go to niggaz who got
props
on top, jail niggaz get mad
bigger
And yo, mail a guy about a hundred
pictures
Word to momma, this rap wonderama
team got drama
Comma, plus smoke realize
marijuana
Chef may resign to boat across the
Farasana
Immaculate plus all my guns so
accurate
They get CREAM and the cuisine in
Queens
I told you, money stated with the night
beams, and two rings

Crazy fat, gettin
ready to do this shit
[Ghostface] Sniff mad
shit man, what the fuck
*car peels and
crashes*

Verse Two: Ghostface
Killer

Who's the Knucklehead, wantin
respect?
Chop his fingers in the drug game,
money well known
Lead singer, humdinger, flash
is the aftermath
Here's his photograph
Run
up in his lab, take off the mask Chaz and think
fast
Don't laugh, bag the cash, grab the hash,
don't forget his stash
Grab the tear gas, and
place it in his face fast
The full
blast
...
Then skate to the next
state
Further upstate, I heard they got crazy
weight
Bagged up by the gates, in crates like
disco breaks
Yo look out for Jakes, give it
all it takes
Let's burn the place before we
motivate
Yo Blake, niggaz don't fink, rape his
mate
if the bitch scream, for God's sake, grab
the grey tape
It's by the plate, with the blow
crushed up with the flakes
Killer snakes, four
bodies found floatin in lakes
Drug related,
paper talkin bout the kids who didn't make
it
Hits without a trace, never seen the Big C
Rae and Ghostface
Congratulations Chef, let's
celebrate and sip an eighth

Verse Three:
U-God

The rap scar is on rap chrome
Put
it on seal it on, we're silicone
Spark it on
your Talkathon
This rap phenomenon, to word is
bond to the arms
Hit me on the hip and horns,
rap chaperone
Scars tone, bar clones, war
tones, raw tones
Blowin out the door, bones
but
Your rap's fraudulent, float in these rap
quarter inches
Reinforced with suspense, be on
your rap sword defense
These microphone
professional, sensational
Fully operational, I
got NIGGAZ here to play with you
You know the
steez you know my whole program
Brothers from
the No-Lands, all we want is the G's
guns and
grams, livin fat like the Hoffa
Mafia, sippin
eatin pastas
Layin in the house tellin the
seeds about the sagas
Before we got Germanic
and thoughts got sporadic
We grabbed golden
tablets and quick guarded the Abbots
Slugs hit
the belly put tones into the telly
Sucker tried
to knock me out the box like skelly
I smoke the
weed dreams I drop top two degrees
Honeydips
spendin G's on nails and hair weave
The crime
boss, takin no loss, excessive force
We can
play the A-Train, back of the iron
horse

Yo man, knahmsayin? Fuck it
man
*car squeels and crashes twice*