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RAEKWON lyrics : "Flashback Memories"


Yo Game what up, (Yo Chef what it is)
Ain't nothing my ^!$$%, Tryna get paid in full man

(You know I'm definitely down for that)
So you rep'n Black Wall Street right
(Black Wall Street general, Five star soldier and all that)

No question I'm rep'n Vatican, We gone do this big ^!$$% style
Let's take em there for real, Let's go



Before flusty days living in Killa Hills
I was young'd out with rusty waves

Cut'n hair chill'n, Going down town blaze'n
Lay'n up in Albee Square, When I bought my first fronts there
Everybody young as $#&@, In the pizza shop, What up

Brooklyn ^!$$%s rap with a cuffle
Call the highlights the gangsta dialect
Before I let any ^!$$% take mine I'm die'n, Moet

What's the jump off, The new %#@!
Then he said hold up a sec
Get this crack money, ^!$$%s except

Wick checks, Food stamps and amps
Blue Wallabee's, Aviaries' on in the back on the ramp
You know we pop off for hours, Cowards beware

Word to Mother, You gone respect my power
Respect the dollar, No quizzy, Get busy
It was like adolescents at war, We clapped them thizzies

On the duece suited Voltron, The ratchet heavy
In the crib cool'n blunted, Watch'n Tom & Jerry
Bag'n up, Laugh'n, Bling'n, Rhyme'n and sing'n

When it come to getting currency, Call me a swinger
We rock Maybach's, Benz's is little
Icicles on, Cover the ground with a massive dribble

Call us ballers, Brawlers, Them !@^%s want all us
Suede down, Cool'n, Play'n spades with quarters
And then left it for the rap game

All my ^!$$%s grab champagne
Bust of them seals it's mad flames, Ya'll lames
Stay in your lane, We move'n like big money

Bet a ^!$$% die for them chains
You know the slang baby, Watch me lay her
Half goon, Half mayor, The other half call me a hater

But later, I'm a polly for Rae-ah, And a hundred wolves
Pull next time, Respect the playa, What



Flashbacks, Memories, Two shots of Hennessy
Street life etiquette, Real ^!$$%s blend with me

Talking bout ten a key, Baltimore, Tennessee
I ain't got to tell you, How long I been a G



I'm sick and that drop Aston is the medicine
Ride'n with the Moon in the rear view, It's only evident

I'm fly as the wings on a seven forty-seven jet
Game code his rhymes, Ain't even been recorded yet
On the fence where my Father used to sport a Vet

And my Uncle Red ran the rock like door set
Rewind time ten years before I had the Lex
Mail man scared to drop the bills on my door step

Little ^!$$% street dream'n bout a fast car
My Father had dope tracks like his arm was Nascar
In eighty-seven, %#@! I was maybe seven

Watch'n my big brother throw'n ten, Come back with eleven
Only knew what it was cause I overheard
My Pops on the phone talking bout selling all my birds

I cried over the next eight years over them pigeons
To only find out not one was missing, Word






Yeah, That's how we do what we do, Knowhatimsayin
For real, The only thing we do baby
Is fold dough, You heard

And read the DuPont all day ^!$$%
And get the stove clean you heard
This is real offical %#@! man, Word up man
Our cherry is different from all these
Phony $$#, Carrot cake $$# ^!$$%s

Fake ice philanthropist, You know what the $#&@ I mean ^!$$%
Ha ha, It's real ^!$$%s right here boy
Word up, Go buy the babies them big bang'n
Am & Barshon necklaces, Nothing but new luggage ^!$$%
Youknowhatimsayin, Catch me in the South of France ^!$$%

Clean as a $#&@, That's how it go
Yeah, This is powerful %#@! baby, Word up
Black Wall Street, Vatican, BT man, What up baby




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