Lirik Lagu Incarcerated Scarfaces - Raekwon
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Intro: [LP Version]
He looks determined without being ruthlessSomething heroic in this man, there's a courage about himDoesn't look like a killerComes across so calm, acts like he has a dreamFull of passion
You don't trust me huh?Well you know whyI do, we're not supposed to trust anyone in our profession anyway
Intro Two: Raekwon the Chef
Knock niggaz out the box all the timeBitches on my motherfuckin records PahBig ones, yeah, big fuckersStraight up, fuck your whole teamYeah bust itYo, yo, fly G.I. niggaz
Chorus: Raekwon the Chef
Now yo yo, whattup yo, time is runnin outIt's for real though, let's connect politic - ditto!We could trade places, get lifted in the staircasesWord up, peace incarcerated scarfaces
Verse One: Raekwon the Chef
Thug related style attract millionsFans, they understand my planWho's the kid up in the green Land?Me and the RZA connect, blow a fuse, you loseHalf-ass crews get demolished and bruisedFake be frontin, hourglass heads niggaz be wantinShuttin down your slot; time for pumpinPoisonous sting which thumps up and act chumpsRaise a heavy generatorBut yo, guess who's the black Trump?Dough be flowin by the hour'sWu, we got the collars, scholarsWord life, peace to power and my whole unitWord up! Quick to set it, don't wet itReal niggas lick shots, peace kinetic
Chorus
Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef
Chef'll shine like marble, rhyme remarkableReal niggaz raise up, spend your money, argueBut this time is for the uninvitedGo head and rhyme to it, big nigga mics is gettin firedMorphine chicks be burnin like chlorineNiggaz recognize from here to Baltimore to Fort GreeneBut hold up, Moet be tastin like throw-upMy mob roll up, dripped to death whips rolled upYa never had no wins, slidin in these dens wit TimbsWit Mac-10's and broke friendsYa got guns, got guns too, what up son, doyou wanna battle for cash and see who Sun too?I probably wax, tax, smack rap niggaz who faxniggaz lyrics is wack niggaCan't stand unofficial, wet tissue, blank bustin Scud misslesYou rollin like Trump, you get your meat lumpedFor real, it's just slang rap democracyHere's the policy, slide off the ring, plus the WallabeesCheck the status, soon to see me atCaesar's Palace eatin saladsWe beatin mics and the keys to DallasI move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sellFrom where we at to my man's cellFrom staircase to stage, minimun wageBut soon to get a article in RapPageBut all I need is my house, my gat, my AcBank account fat - it's goin' down like thatAnd pardon the French but let me speak ItalianBlack Stallion, dwellin on ShaolinThat means the island of StatenAnd niggaz carry gats and mad police from Manhattan
Chorus
Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef
I do this for barber shop niggaz in the PlazaCatchin asthma, Rae is stickin gun-flashersWell-dressed, skatin through the projects wit big onesBroke elevators, turn the lights out, stick oneupstairs, swithc like a chameleonHip Brazilians, pass the cash or leave your childrenLeave
He looks determined without being ruthlessSomething heroic in this man, there's a courage about himDoesn't look like a killerComes across so calm, acts like he has a dreamFull of passion
You don't trust me huh?Well you know whyI do, we're not supposed to trust anyone in our profession anyway
Intro Two: Raekwon the Chef
Knock niggaz out the box all the timeBitches on my motherfuckin records PahBig ones, yeah, big fuckersStraight up, fuck your whole teamYeah bust itYo, yo, fly G.I. niggaz
Chorus: Raekwon the Chef
Now yo yo, whattup yo, time is runnin outIt's for real though, let's connect politic - ditto!We could trade places, get lifted in the staircasesWord up, peace incarcerated scarfaces
Verse One: Raekwon the Chef
Thug related style attract millionsFans, they understand my planWho's the kid up in the green Land?Me and the RZA connect, blow a fuse, you loseHalf-ass crews get demolished and bruisedFake be frontin, hourglass heads niggaz be wantinShuttin down your slot; time for pumpinPoisonous sting which thumps up and act chumpsRaise a heavy generatorBut yo, guess who's the black Trump?Dough be flowin by the hour'sWu, we got the collars, scholarsWord life, peace to power and my whole unitWord up! Quick to set it, don't wet itReal niggas lick shots, peace kinetic
Chorus
Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef
Chef'll shine like marble, rhyme remarkableReal niggaz raise up, spend your money, argueBut this time is for the uninvitedGo head and rhyme to it, big nigga mics is gettin firedMorphine chicks be burnin like chlorineNiggaz recognize from here to Baltimore to Fort GreeneBut hold up, Moet be tastin like throw-upMy mob roll up, dripped to death whips rolled upYa never had no wins, slidin in these dens wit TimbsWit Mac-10's and broke friendsYa got guns, got guns too, what up son, doyou wanna battle for cash and see who Sun too?I probably wax, tax, smack rap niggaz who faxniggaz lyrics is wack niggaCan't stand unofficial, wet tissue, blank bustin Scud misslesYou rollin like Trump, you get your meat lumpedFor real, it's just slang rap democracyHere's the policy, slide off the ring, plus the WallabeesCheck the status, soon to see me atCaesar's Palace eatin saladsWe beatin mics and the keys to DallasI move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sellFrom where we at to my man's cellFrom staircase to stage, minimun wageBut soon to get a article in RapPageBut all I need is my house, my gat, my AcBank account fat - it's goin' down like thatAnd pardon the French but let me speak ItalianBlack Stallion, dwellin on ShaolinThat means the island of StatenAnd niggaz carry gats and mad police from Manhattan
Chorus
Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef
I do this for barber shop niggaz in the PlazaCatchin asthma, Rae is stickin gun-flashersWell-dressed, skatin through the projects wit big onesBroke elevators, turn the lights out, stick oneupstairs, swithc like a chameleonHip Brazilians, pass the cash or leave your childrenLeave
