Shhh, I hear my callin me, "where is he? where is he is he? the pmd? " I'm low, strapped with ammo Set for funk mode, ask man though Who raps hold it steady - like a pilot in the cockpit smith go out - nah that's bullshit On another nigga for to take mines, catch the flatline Comin through to breathe on the mainline Airtight, no time to stall, you me..
"yo nigga mine, or anger the tec-9 Chk-chk-pow, move from the now" -> raekwon
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"yo nigga respect mine, or the tec-9 Chk-chk-pow, from the gate now" -> raekwon
Some say the wu fly, what's a rap A nigga who get props and he's clocked like Can't fake moves - people at cha Twenty-four oh seven - and they gat cha Snatch behind up - clip that ass with handcuffs Jail cell for the who like to get rough And most get rough, cause in beef we trust Another man damn kid you smokin dust I'm snatchin props, niggaz like robocop Catch the speed-knot, to mic block mic doc hobbes - I told you I roll with the hit squad Stomp the gobots But niggaz ain't hearin me so I make it clearer see You fade the nigga who flips words - like swayze And audi 5000, housin, I'm out an'..
"yo respect mine, or anger the tec-9 Chk-chk-pow, move from the now" -> raekwon
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"yo respect mine, or anger the tec-9 Chk-chk-pow, move the gate now" -> raekwon
So turn mic off so I can kick the wicked shit Type of wicked shit, that make grab clips But hold it - cause a jail cell's bullshit grab the head - no time to be slippin jack The world done shifted - niggaz can't see But some do - and they make moves for life - can't lose, too many dues paid Mayday, in the game everyday tryin to a better way Yet the keeps slippin So I keep movin not to lose an' Big up to all posse plus and crews in Every ghetto - your shit thorough And if they ask you seen ? "hell no" ..
"yo respect mine, or anger the tec-9 Chk-chk-pow, move from the now" -> raekwon
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"yo nigga respect mine, or the tec-9 Chk-chk-pow, from the gate now" -> raekwon