Wisdom Body lyrics

Artist  : Raekwon 
Song : Wisdom Body



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Intro: _The Mack_

No man all bitches are
the same, just like my hoes, you know
I keep
em broke
Wake up one morning with some money
they're subject to go crazy you know?
I keep
em lookin good, pretty and all that
You know,
but no dough
When I get a bitch, I got a bitch
(right on)

Lyrics: Ghostface

Word
up, that motherfuckin brother
wise
YouknowhatI'msayin? Teachin the
uncivilized
Yeah, runnin the streets, know
it's deep
Word up, check his technique,
yeah
I be Ghostface
Flippin the, marvelous
track
Yeah
You know the steelo, but yo,
yo
Check the bangin sounds that I
invent
Fake niggaz who tried to flex hard came
and went
They couldn't match up with the fly
nigga
Wit his back against the wall
Heads
clapped once I came in the door
I played the
speaker, sippin on Kahlua
Saw this bad bitch
wit a switch
And yo, I had to step to her in a
manner
and rather wished the current was
warm
When I had reached her, I looked and knew
the shit was on
Peace, excuse me, allow to
introduce myself
Yo, I'm the man, and Honey,
you've been rated top shelf
Yo, what's your
name hon, hair wrapped up in a bun
Your eyes
sparkle, just like glass in the sun
Never diss
em, it's hard for a nigga just to miss
em
Especially, when you're browsin, goin
fishin
Your wasteline, bangin like a
bassline
Physical form is well
complexed
And yo, I love your outline,
Boo
Your whole body is wild, wit your rugged
profile
Enough to make a hard rock
smile
You can't strikeout, tell me what can
really go wrong
You rockin' labels - Tommy Hil
down to Claiborne
Show me some love hon, show
me some love boo
Show me the vibe and I'll be
more than glad to shoot it through
Aiyyo peep
it, I know you love Victoria's Secret
And
lovin' all the marvelous slang on how I freak
it
Plus, see you're the type to make a nigga
crash
Far from trash, your flesh is way softer
than a baby's ass
Your body lotion is the
potion, the shit got me open like dust
And yo,
your stee is high potent, yo
We can go the
distance, I put you under wings
From this
convo we can spark and see whatever brings
I
walked a hot Arabian desert, barefooted
I
grabbed your hand, you grabbed my joint and knew
where to put it
Word up, yo, straight up and
down yo
Check the joint, baby
It be the
Wu-Tang production
Yeah, yeah, and all types
of shit
And brothas catchin
repercussions
Yo, straight up