Raekwon - Yae Yo

 (versiyon 1)
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We doing this baby, oh shit

What the fuck happened?

Nah man, nah, nah this what I'm a do

I'm a get on the phone one time

Stupid, yo, aiyyo, aiyyo



Why this shit ain't cooking up right

Papi told me this is solid white

Fuck it wrap it up take it back up, still in all it's a play out

Tired of spending money, might get them niggaz laid out

Yo, yo Fernando sent me yo, stop acting hostile yo

And yo don't point that shit at me

Bad enough I gotta come in the crib

Wid Spanish niggaz using languages and shit



I'm feeling like a dick, left the crib with my hand brolic

This is some bullshit, might get knocked take the wrist coward

Yo Fernando what happened?

Shit cooking up backwards, light up a backwood

Don't make me backtrack, blew it dime it the llelo lay low

Saying in my mind, fuck that Papi gotta pay off

Cash rules the power woo chant it

Yo Louis this ain't our product, this is Carlos family



Oh y'all wanna play me like a smoker

Coming out my ice choker, my man in the back looking colder

Papi yo why y'all wanna jucks me

Yo listen B we got the best clientele since '83

Fuck it, pull out the pot let's cook it, light the stove up

Julie go to the store get some flour, sat back burning a big dutch

With the crisp eighteen shot glock, stashed in my nuts

Poured it in the Pyrex sizzling, now it start drizzling



Rainy day murder black won't miss him

Still I'm yelling this shit is business, but they still ain't gonna violate

What I stand for with these drizzers

He took it off the stove run the water

Trying to work me yo, knew I shouldn't a hit the nigga's daughter

He might  showed more love

Than went in the freeze, broke the ice down, pour it in

We both looking at it on the twirl around particles grew



Fly Khaluas is mad sliding coronas through

Feeling like Castro's cousin, gave them niggaz all of my life

All of my paper all my judgment, it droppa only like an ounce worth

Should I just come out my shirt, go berserk and let the macks burst

Skate off body in the Bronx, same shit, Gotti was on

Shallah they gonna get your's play it calm

Seventeen five was the total plus the five

Hundred for the cab driver that was rollin'



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