Raekwon The Chef
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100 Rounds

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100 Rounds

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Man: yo

What up d? huh?

You bought that from tower records?

What's that, let me see that bag

Get the fuck off, get the fuck off it

Come here man, what the fuck i...(banging)

Like that nigga, give me that man

You dead on this purple tape nigga you dead on that

Fuck outta here (gun cock)

Raekwon: niggas think I can't sell five million?

Y'all niggas is mad

Y'all must not know the work I put in on this

For real, that's for real for real (ha ha)

Represent, flick it up all day nigga, immobilarity

Y'all know my work, this category is raw

[raekwon]

Aiyo slash your position

Verbal mike physician

Blow lines like chimes in the kitchen

God should vega, straight up stomp that fake out

What, he biting everything, biting his nuts

We slang like champions

Caught me in the outlet in hamptons

Style it out

Throwin four thousand out

Swimsuit mammal get high

Float flammable

Drop off in a benz boat lampable

Rear like hittin a deer

Playin cuban linx movin in the chair, he got a ear

No question all brolic guerillas stand up

Whoever large throw a hand up

Throw a grand up

Let's like multiply

Con-nect both sides, big shit low rides, ga-lide

Everybody bump once

Yo chef gonna throw y'all niggas free lunch

Hit the l twice, need it once

Track be yelling like a whore

Like a swelling on a sore

Or this rap magellion on your jaw

I'm a night freak,

Boating on the weekends, ten a week

Flows spray it like clinique

Rich unique, bitch you weak

Contact reek, we callin up leek

Yo he famous like ali feet, yo mystical

Rap larry davis with a pistol

And dis you

You a student, fuckin wit a principal

Chorus(x2)

Rollin like ten at a time

Begin, love revolves around a thin line

Go against this, send mine

Lace you chase you down

Let a hundred rounds race you

Now you went from brolic to a facial

[raekwon]

Yo, ayo glass tree house

Yo, fiendin like fuck in a green house

Rush and cut, chain cream out

Blow steam out

Rare like guccis in ears

Goose bears

Skied up, loving all my deustch years

Coat for broadway

Hundred and 39th all day

Got my chick rollin call her parle'

20th century max like jail penitentiary

Nikki barnes gon' lynch me

What, fruit flavored nikes

Benz 2000 the hype piece

Send half my love out to white peeps

Wu-tang emblem, success, make a nigga tremble

Nine of us stand, nine resemble

Filling out tax reports

Look live up in guess shorts

Bitches got love and support

Yo, leather jacket, yellow

Leather hat, mack it real mellow

New york state of mind, crime othello

Wild zoo of bitches, burrow that's staten

Yo we actin, wud up we do that crack thing captain

Still camaflouge jackets

Mad rackets

Out yo we cap shit, picture that nigga mashin

Chorus(x2)

[raekwon]

Yo,aiyo blowin more reason

For a season, wud up shortie jaw season

Baltimore hall bleeding

Take money, remember that ? dun gottori? son

Dripped out in bahamas all bummy

Gain you out patriot

Portrait of my love mad shit

Now we with things, the long gray shit

Luke bitches in barook

Cute big, fat bitches with luke

Lex you need boots that switches

Flights over iraq

Ironing my hat out, and 'lax

Connecting with diplomat cats

Harlem hustle connect, iceberg varsity check

Rimmin well ice drool off my dick

Abe lincoln president suites, lay eventually

Pinch me, I bought head from monica lewinsky

Arrest that hoodlum

Strong arm that the white gooden

Faggot nigga frontin, knew he wouldn't

Flexible impact rhymin professional

We staked out eatin all side vegetables

Prosperity rhymes, lines

Casians and asians

Let's blaze niggas with the shine

Chorus(x2)

Raekwon: yea word up, that's right ha ha

Y'all be loving my shit, yea all the real niggas

Stand up, hey yo let me speak, let me speak

Yo this a new year right here

It's the 2 with the 3 zeros, here me?

It's gonna get technical for real

Let's play the game right

It's jus a friendly game of baseball

Ha feel me? hey yo santanna, yo

Bring that suitcase in here kid

Let's count that, where it came from?

Where it came from? rollin like ten at a time...

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