Raekwon Yae Yo Lyrics

We doing this baby,
Oh s___!
What the f___ happened
Nah man, Nah
Nah this what I'ma do
I'ma get on the phone one time
Stupid, yo, aiyyo
Aiyyo

Verse 1:

Why this s___ ain't cooking up right
Papi told me this is solid white
f___ it wrap it up take it back up
Still in all it's a play out
Tired of spending money
Might get them n____s laid out
Yo, yo Fernando sent me yo
Stop acting hostile yo
And yo don't point that s___ at me
Bad enough I gotta come in the crib
Wid spanish n____s using languages and s___
I'm feeling like a d___
Left the crib wit my hand brolic
This is some bullshit
Might get knocked take the wrist coward
Yo Fernando what happened?
s___ cooking up backwards
Light up a Backwood
Don't make me backtrack
Blew it dime it the llelo lay low
Saying in my mind
f___ that papi gotta pay off
Cash rules the Power-Wu 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
f___ 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 18 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 s___ is business
But they still ain't gon' violate
What I stand for wid these drizzers
He took it off the stove run the water
Trying to work me yo
Knew I shouldn'ta hit the n____'s daughter
He mighta showed more love
Than went in the freezer
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 n____s all of my life
All of my paper all my judgement
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 s___ 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 rolling

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