Uncle lyrics

Artist  : Raekwon 
Song : Uncle



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[Intro: Raekwon]

Word up, unc's is a live nigga

Hey, Uncle, uncle! What up baby?

Yeah, yeah, I need a pair of kicks, pa

Hold me down, man, for real, for real, for
real

Love you to death, nigga

Word up, word up, uncle, uncle, uncle

Yeah, fuck them niggas, homey



[Raekwon]

For years, he had the coast's on lock

Jamaicans make bread, Cubans call him pop

Was a young O.G., considerate, fly gangsta
anxious

His face is rude, that made him more
dangerous

Went suddenly blind, he couldn't see faces

He rock glaciers, well known in strange
places

Been killin' niggas, all ages

Paid his way up out of court cases, extortin
mazes

Love stay greens, livin' in Queens

Cousin named Dahoom, who you, nigga I'm Team

Dressed real ill proper, when he locked up

Playin' the wall, one foot up, what, the kid was
into soccer

Love family, nigga in Miami, right, Air Force's
on

Four horses smokin' on china white, they bad

He had the Shaft look, and then he yell Rae

He had cribs hooked, he had nasty books

Him and his right hand, worth a hundred in the
can

Little short Dominican, little Duran was fam

Eyes bloody, pop Vasine and he studied

Gave rides to me, dropped me and Old Earth in
Brooklyn

I mean Brook-lan, a super crook don off the
hook

He had the juks look, and he loves Benzes and
gongs

Get wands, daddy, Yukon, grow up get on's
daddy

Be sure, watch for, eat all that, daddy

Yeah, young'n's, supposed to marry

Don't play me close, kept the loot in his boats,
he threw the toast at me

I wanted to be with him badly

Had me like a little nigga, runnin' with wolves,
they all glow gladly

Heavenly, now he seventy, got rich representin'
me

He won't throw me no cash, play pool, baby

I be like, ooh, no you didn't, baby, get drunk
money

You'se a slick dude, baby, slip through, baby

Yeah, I'm on, makin' records now, I be gettin'
money after you gone

He's a Don, slick Juan, Marijuan', Don Juan

Eatin' Caribbean food, feedin' me wrong

Breathe from the tongue, Chef you live

Make these niggas realize you gon' be number
one



[Chorus: n/a (Raekwon)]

He's a high roller, he's a shot caller

He's a slick talker, he's a big baller

(Wise words he spoke to me, look how it's suppose
to be)