Mic Lines

[Intro]

You needs no rehearsal, they say you mad controversial

Don't do it to ya self, xxxx the game

Yo Lex, Yo Lex, I run a gambino life

Do it to ya self

[Raekwon]

Aiyo, ladies and gents, all niggas under tents, get high

Collaborate one time, audience I know you felt me

Presentation a little welcome, we rock karats, it's been goin on since the

parrots

No need to flash, Wu smash shit, Wu Cream Team collash

Dance floor rap, we got it in the smash

God damn right, we hype like fresh snow white nights

Motor bikes skate across my whole floor like, hittin me harder

Retardation, rhyme lights, them rockin kuji's

Doin it for Big, you hype

High stale writin it off like niggas up north

Fly footwear, holdin a horn, I brake it off

That's right water, I'm more civilized cutter

Whippin big shit, goin for the six you want

And when we get there, it's all me, playin the back

They ain't my click, don't call me, shorty, throw it on me, yo

[Chorus 2X]

Client it, anythin real, we supplyin it

Kids you keep the real, I keep it right, stop lyin kid

Seein me, O.D.'in off mic lines, it's like white lines

The crowd stay charge from doin night time

[Raekwon]

Face wit the Wu rolo, I'm Han Solo

Hands galore, sixty thou', swingin cross the bolo

Wu logo, raw, guns out

Play it like a Timbs, wit ya tongue out, six run out

Pullin my gun out, dumb out, four million on the come out

Blunt out, cut for the cause, four blow out

Throw out, Jim Star roll out

Sold out, give 'em crazy hits to the face, we release flavor

We keesh, taste the dick peach

Reach longer than a brush, clutch, plus gun'll bust

Lust, cluck, Lassie on the cup, black Starsky & Hutch

Cocoa dug, el pablo loco, touch minds

Slime on niggas who rhyme

Valleyball time, unberreable like vine

Climb the bassline, stairs, stab me in the waistline

Taste my aces and eight eights, lace mine

[Chorus 2X]

[Raekwon]

Stack paper, keepin it raw, we ain't brakin up

Make up, make a hundred offa money wake up

Status, rich nigga, have it, faggot

Tech automatic, blood on the set, correct cabbage

Speak the realness, fill this, some steal this

For real we kill this, the illest drill back wit the ill shit

Mold 'em, all dough on 'em, hold 'em

Niggas soul at the clothin, off the hook show sold them

Take it there, guerilla bait, yea, we there

Follow the screen, American Cream, laser beam, yea

Technique, rovin in the road, gold leaf

Watch the cold sweat, shrivel in the gold, this whole weak

[Chorus 2X]

[Outro]

Don't do it to ya self

What, money, money, money