welcome to thetrophyhunter Lyrics Sites RAEKWON Power Lyrics, singer by RAEKWON

Take it off, sho’ ‘nough kid
Take it off
We gon’ take it from the East to the West
to the North to the South
Show y’all what it’s about
Don’t make me throw no gun in your mouth
You know?
How long is your CREAM? This long?

Eh yo, his belt got karats in it
Swift description, E-320 nigga pitchin
Rock a raw dinosaur chain, hang to his thing
It’s like, he pump isolated, still cashin in CREAM
Niggas in the hood hate him, drew a vase of him
Blaze ’em, he actin like Shallah raisin him
This is hydrogen, son ain’t live as him
He like Maguyver, chin 4 spies with him
Roll relentless, desert that he hold is a gift wish
Shash the list, give his miss dick
Technique, operation: tech scream
Bet CREAM, them alligators jet like a vet swing
Nigga like Nicolas Cage with the gauge in your braids
2 cannons that’ll spray, rockin banana suede
Suck this drunk alcohol dick
Fuck y’all niggas with hits
We bout to shit on y’all shit

Y’all brothas wanna call us out?
Name names, otherwise it’d be the best to shut the fuck up
Get pimp-smacked up, jacked up and macked up
You’re scared and froze of bein exposed
I own Harlem, I bone Harlem, call me the mayor
It’s my borough, you don’t want no problems
I’m on now, you dead pop, all jokes aside
I ride the top, you glide the bottom
Pitfall, 5 foot 9, my dick, balls
Shit y’all, leave flat line to stick your’s
We flip off basic and brace it
8 kills, 47 ways to taste it
Never understand what you never been told
You did your book bitin off of my scrolls
We hit man, Colombo, coats and hats to match
Bust off quick, and then, guns go back

I move like Arthur Ash against God
4 raquets, 8 balls and no practice
Every cypher’s a heated discussion
The industry was like a beat that needed precussion
I brun the music, shit that make crews flip
State that I’m the illest, this is Q.U. shit
I used to heat-hole, now I’m takin over like the repo’
Bitches that roll, Cee-Lo that’ll sniff a kilo’
We went from Frank’s and greens to shanks and beans
Now we drive our Navigators to banks in Queen’s
Y’all can’t fuck around, your words ain’t right
Every time I touch the mic, they say Perb ain’t right
But that’s the truth though, d’oh, infact that’s it
When they drop this shit, I’m gon’ cop that shit
The new star, you want me? I’m at the juice bar
Y’all once hap’ niggas, give me 2 stars

[Chip Banks]
I heard what y’all rappin about, but bring your stash out
You shouldn’t throw rocks if you livin in glass house
Sneak your weak shit at us, on the low though
Where these cats come from, speakin about po’
He got cash to cop and I’m crashin [car crashing]
But half of y’all cats just catchin up to Rae’ last year
Got guns in the jungle, call ’em Jurassic
The chrome, the steel, the 20-shot plastic
While y’all niggas cop jars, me and my niggas cop bars
Gettin head from rock stars
We blowin everything apart, I’m smashin the charts
How I see it? (Yo, how you see it?)

[Chorus: Raekwon]

Eh yo, what you wanna be when you grow up?
Yo, I wanna be a leader
Slow your speed up and stop tryin to be us
Say somethin always, got a future? Stay out the hallways
And get yourself right, a 100 more ways

[Rhyme Recca]
Fly like iceberg, nice with verbs, precise words
Bently swerve, hit the curb, jump out, cock back, spit out
Shut your block down, get out, criminal route
Gangsta shit, can’t talk now, gun in your mouth
Cream Team killas, cacoon cats like caterpillars
Giant size gorillas, break niggas backs from the skrilla
Scratch, greenback track, Fed’s berserk
That’s my word, disrespect Recca, get what you deserve
Inferno, melt down mic’s, millionaire in my afterlife
Broke bread with Christ on the last night
Apocalypse, sleep with 4-5th, 2 clips
Passport, cellphone with the removable micro-chip
Specialist, 40-karat Sicillian necklace
Matching bracelet, Cream Team crisp the basic




welcome to thetrophyhunter Lyrics Sites RAEKWON Real Life Lyrics, singer by RAEKWON

Smash you grilla…..
That’s right, that’s right
A hundred and ninety-six million
nine hundred and forty thousand
square miles, on this planet
Fresh outta New York

[Verse 1:]
Rollie what’s up son Noodles had a problem
He called Lucky Hands lab saying niggas mobbed him
Max was on the outskirt trickin’ in DC
Blaze had a shorty in his lab gettin’ weed for free
That night I was in the cut alone zoned out
Suggest I rock a utility vest when I’m bonin’ out
Yeah you know it, Bobby told me before
Keep the heat by the side of the door
Ready for military war
Numerous cats, niggas is uterus
Who this, claimin’ that he loking for Louis Rich
Diamond a young king doing his thing
Big safes out in Beijing
Aqua green thing
One connect had turned on him
God, shit got realer than a fuck
Crackers up state want him
Marshalls came through the hood that night
Bagged my man Chaz 32 bags he copped flight
Now he upstate baggin’ niggas
House and Air Maxs big ACs
Won the Oscar award for crabbing niggas
Now all y’all niggas get to laugh now
Who got the last laugh now
Hit his stash house

It’s called real life
Y’all niggas betta see the light fast pa
Real life, it don’t cost nuttin’ just to blast
Real life, lay down son you won’t last
Real life
Real life
Real life

[Verse 2:]
February tenth day on a Wednesday
It’s like grimsday
Russian hats rocking it the Benz way
That day we got guns on us
Jakes want us,
Playin Einstein lenses and Auroras
Little meek caught us
Couple of francs, peep the blue Taurus
What up tuck your chain they came for us
Jumped out big nines and some hard bottles
Eyes of hate finally meeting up wid the stakes
It was who I thought it was
2 pair of Clarks one pair of Lugz
Wit the hardbottom nigga wid the snub
Cocked it, where rock at, stop that
Violate this cipher pa we’ll definitely strike back
All of us right there slight fear in our heart
Blink we take it right there
Doing our thing apart
Broad jumped out tryin’ to run shit
Spoken loud words all we want is his head
He did some dumb shit
Beef from Miami now
Damn yo big head Lance in some wild shit
Noodles caught the stair down
Now it came back to me yo
Handle it wise and brutally yo
Put down your tooly and talk like men
No shots rang yo, hittin’ the ground like mangoes
Swiss cheese the thirty-G dorango
Few weeks later son seem ’em all..
I mean ’em all..

[Hook x2]


RAEKWON 100 Rounds

welcome to thetrophyhunter Lyrics Sites RAEKWON 100 Rounds Lyrics, singer by RAEKWON

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]

Niggas think I can’t sell five million?
Ya’ll niggas is mad
Ya’ll 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
Ya’ll know my work, this category is raw

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 ya’ll 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

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]

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]

Yea word up, that’s right ha ha
Ya’ll 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…


RAEKWON Casablanca

welcome to thetrophyhunter Lyrics Sites RAEKWON Casablanca Lyrics, singer by RAEKWON

Stop touching the fucking door man
You so fucking paranoid man
What’s the matter wit’ you man?
It’s like a nigga could write for hours
And get real theatrical wit’ this,
Tellin’ you kid,
I got stripes when it comes to this right here,
Y’all know my repertoire
It’s dangerous, and the cats I roll wit’ is dangerous
And they ain’t your regular average cats
Here we go..

It’s all elegance
He spoke third power style high intelligence
A young man handle the game like Merill Lynch
3 a.m. breathing, leaning in gates
I mean creaming,
Selling these cakes in slabs like Lanolakes
Fiends beaming, steaming
Associated wit’ names and demons
All apparant reasons
We live here the gate blew in a year
Sorta like time share where crime
Sport it like I shine yeah,
Rainbow dough was the emmo
So many flavours yo,
Buy your neighbour off underwater vault
Then I met him, Colombian name Flako
Had the whole block locked selling tons in Morocco
Wristwatch Fachera Costanti, nigga dead up
Sniff the rawest mist mixed wit 7up
Had a black wiz spoke German
Higher learning burning
Ask Vernon got a bed set bought a black jet
Bitch large percentage on her rich motor lodge
Lost her arm, shot wid a AK up in the south
Paramedics rocked her,
Said she had connections out Anartica
Barrels of juices from Florida
Can’t forget live dusthead centerfoldin
Out in Club Med butt ass layin’ like she dead
Wise guys fell for her ambiance
Pull it together, black renassaince
Queen Elizabeth aunt
Crazy swift Cristal murderer
Guzzle the shit like she dying kid
Showing off her diamond
Flashbacks now it’s me and him again
Last word I caught
‘Put your money in we could have the shit bumpin’
That’s federalo music
I caught the glimpse from the bitch
When she winched yeah Santa a grinch
She blinked twitched her nose then froze
Check your Rolls by the blow
It’s time to roll nigga let’s go
I thought about it
Broke the money down
What’s the total count it,
No count it over in the mix
Day going slower,
Nope not time to motor
He estimated over me not being a crook
Count it over
Yo only on the strength of my man
We ain’t hit him wid the strong hand
Gun him down leave him out in flatlands
He backhand smacked her
Threw her on the table jacked her
I broke out in laughter fifteen minutes after
Police knocked on the door
Looked out the window of my room
As your, nigga yeah that’s yours
He opened up the door this nigga wildin’
His bitch is in shock
Start smiling and speaking on Valen
Yo wisen up bitch this from the rich
Immobilize the game get your name right
Envelope came hype
Regards from the mayor you hype
Fuck right, lets fuck this money up
And get large and blow outta sight

Wise niggas wake up
Dead niggas lose
Who you gon’ choose
Me or him
You a fool
Pay attention
Fuck around meet the tension
See you in the next dimension
Y’all niggas didn’t listen