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Raekwon - Musketeers of Pig Alley lyrics
f/ Inspectah Deck, Masta Killa [Raekwon] Crack that pineapple open Vision of break faces, gettin' money lay in the boats Got big rifles, play the hood, ride Benz cycles Y'all mens are psycho, Killah Hill 'ciples More fly generics, money make moves, forget it We got this locked since nineteen-seven So many rods and weapons, ain't no more reppin's Take the shit back, faggot, we hate that Meet the real, we lock the real, me/him lock the steel Pop off, pull out, drop them bills I run with all real killas, all for realers Nikes on, awesome gorillas Want more then kill 'em, front war, reveal 'em I want him stretched out, listen, he lost the buildin' All fly gangstas, more bankers, hundred wit' us We ex-dust niggas, don't even touch my drink Fuck around, get shanked, stabbed, shot and broke Ya' yolked and he blast-es through you in the faint All my niggas get paint, yo what's my name? Lexus Diamond, Ice Water Inc [Interlude: Masta Killa] Huh.. (uh-uh-uh-uh) Uh! Yeah! Once again in the motherfuckin' place Fix yo' motherfuckin' face, nigga Yeah.. you know how we gets down Me and this mixo, we so.. we so tight Lex Diamond sound, and uh. I bees the High Chief, Jamel Arief Straight from East Medina And uh.. yo.. yeah! Yeah.. huh! [Masta Killa] They started jammin' in the park, just after dark Two turntables and their DJ scratchin' Words seemed to have an attraction when they rhymin' Hip-hop caused the guns to start sparkin' Temperature risin' Drape a nigga up with the ratchet, less talkin' Caught him on the 'nard, bomb like a G. hard Explosion rocks the Promenade, I'm God And he show and provin', 'knowledge how he movin' Smift as the wisdom, move from my gate in a drunken state I wrote this degree, adjust ya eyes in the light so you could see Never fall victim, dictate the fate Leave the bake for the snake If he take than I take his head without question In the one to fourteen check the Justice lesson Now uh! [Interlude: Inspectah Deck] Uh! It's the pineapple Daquiri fuckin' up ya mindstate Ya heard? (Yeah) Spread the motherfuckin' word Yo! [Inspectah Deck] I'm from where it's real, niggas peal ya' orange We want enough bricks that we could build apartments I. General in the field of marksmen The Bad Boys wit' me ain't Will or Martin Feel what I'm droppin', I spit the ill doctrine Spot him deep in the Killah Hill poppin' Two feet dug in the dirt, up to the skirt Spectator on the sideline lovin' the work And my team ain't ya' average, CREAM we handle it Fiends seekin' packages, beams and banana clips Festo! If you wit' me, let's go! The nymphos love me, X-O, X-O Boy listen hard, think twice before you get involved We hold the weight like cons in the prison yard They call the riot squad, we live and in charge Y'all non-beleivers get reminded with scars It's the pineapple, Rebel I. natural Fine wine hundred proof, spittin' mine at you (CHUH-PUGH! Nigga!) |
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