Street Mic Mechanic

[Intro: Raekwon]

Eh yo when you get some real paper it's like Vegas

Some of my people out here be like it

They call it casino a Friday, knowI'msayin?

Cuz everybody's gotta watch everybody else

For instance, since the fiends is lookin to beat the spot

The runners is watchin the fiends

Now the look-outs is watchin the runners

The runners are watchin the spot

While the spot is bein ran by the hustlers

The hustlers is bein watched by the dealers

(I'm tired of takin an eternity)

And while the dealers are bein watched by the stick-up kids

The stick-up kid watches the dealers

(These niggas is foolish)

The police is watchin the stick-up kid and the dealers

(It's like goin out and spendin all your money on it)

We watchin the police and the eye-in-the-sky is watchin us all kid

(Before you xxxxxx go buy a xxxxxx whip you'll go fuckin..

I don't even wanna talk, that's my word)

[Raekwon]

Show ya +War Face+ cat, gorilla rap, young Corleone, scrape that

Eight to ten bones lit, we own shit

Gettin high now, the mothafuckin wagon you was flaggin

Me and my man, black-down rappin

Wu garments, the renaisance blow tracks up

Collect stacks, pay tax, hear me on this

Bomb atomically, the Dutch Shultz with the tonic in me

Pah, rhymin ya base', Stat's the real xxxx back

Cuz y'all niggas got it twisted, let's take it back

When you couldn't wear that, holdin to hit somethin

Take full responsibility, ready to spit somethin

Just snatched you out ya xxxxxx sleep

You'se a fake wise guy with no personality

You'se a crab, Red Lobster style, no originality

Seen mine all gleemin with shines, all Benzes in a line

No Lorenzes hittin, reclined

All rich niggas play broke, the John Wu of this shit

Phone bowlin, dough back, stackin more

We travel here to the East, the gynocologist of freaks

Niggas scuffle in the streets

Hold ya weight boy, animosity'll get ya killed kid

Just like handlin a tit boy

All fly guys vs. my fly allies

Battle for pies, risk dies if the disc dies

Holy matrimony, paid to walk in the walkman hiss

Snatch mine, wear 'em like baggy pants

No commercial cuz this soul is strictly old

Fruit from the new to the old, better than gold

[Chorus: Raekwon]

What up kid? You're livin gigantic

Show 'em it's real, never plan it

Street Mic Mechanic

Take it back cuz it's much more bigger than this

Sicker than that, we represent ill, golden seal diplomats

What up kid? You're livin gigantic

Show 'em it's real, never plan it

Street Mic Mechanic

Take it back cuz it's much more bigger than this

Sicker than that, we represent ill, niggas want the streets back

[Raekwon]

What up? Real ones ready to steal/kill dunns

Peace to Nixon, real John Blaze-in this xxxx son

Duff beat, autograph hat, sign my name in Greek

Gat freak, abstract mack, mad black three

Crack free addict, broke, threaten my niggas like Maverick

Only the signs, captured in the tablet

Engage in war, Pretty Ton', what?

Blaze the store, trap him in the cage, xxxx back the gauge

Producin waves, talented like Atlanta Braves

Made crazy for caves, rap Larry Daves

Catch up, come on let's match up, put this money up

Snatch up, meditate Cammy, hand me, throw the batch up

Track stash hatcher, suitcase money, submachine gun rap clapped ya

[Chorus]

[Outro: Raekwon]

We represent ill, niggas want the streets back