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RAEKWON lyrics : "Fuck Them"

(feat. Method Man)

[Method Man:]

Yo, yo, yo, yo
$#&@ you


[Chorus: x2]
What you wanna be when you grow up
You wanna be thugs

You wanna be pranksters
You wanna sell drugs
You wanna be gangsters

Thats what silly boys are made of

[Raekwon:]

Aiyyo, aiyyo
Cool G's and forty seven flavors
Display swade gators

We comin through
To blaze neighbors
Meet mark and pardon me to heat mark

A dutch spark it
Lex Leonardo arts profit
Apple cranberry mixed with crystal

Fan worry
Desert mountain crib in the ground
We arsonists

One point five a liter
Take a taste
Splash your heater

Smack your face twice
Clap your sneakers
%#@! is like a mission to Mars

Fishin' for bars
Takin' whats ours
Knowledge the car Pa

Dont be stupid
Get a little cash
Better swoop it

Throw it in the ground and recoup it
Next check was best
Your family pack your %#@!

Get vexed
Leave a ^!$$% standing in a bag of leaves
Some ^!$$%s catch on later

Try to put them on they haters
I met eighty of them ^!$$%s yo
Waitin' on the sidelines droolin'

Some need schoolin'
Let me teach yo
And roll a student what

Rule one
Yo respect if you lose son
Dont be big back about to learn to move dunn

All hell to ^!$$%s in jails
With sharks in they fishtanks
Now he come home he a whale

Wolves in the projo's, projo's yo
We realer up in my shows yo
Middle finger five O's

Take time to climb vines yo
Lay on the lines
Like Laury only lovin' Rae kind

Sun splash cash layin like three bags of hash
Fully wrapped in a indian man's stash


[Method Man:]
Aiyyo


[Chorus: x2]

[Raekwon:]

Aiyyo, get up
Lex should be braggin'
Get it up

$#&@ shorty got cream in a mean truck
Prop-ness she hollar like the Loch Ness
He large rock this
Fresh Ferrari in a drop six
Fro's

Yo talkin about the dough on his clothes
Glaze is crushed up pokin on rolls yo
Oh yeah and maybe gettin' cream
See what I mean black queen
Stop actin' like crack fiends an'

Brawl we wanna thank all of y'all
Play the wall hype
Checkin how this lady walks stay hawkin'
Grab the remain, divorce (Uh)
Shame came to yours

We like green
Rock the same gameplan, ours (Yo, Yo)

[Method Man:]
Ladies and gentlemen

Your about to see
A pastime hobby about to be
Takin' to the next degree
By M-E-TH and the bloody Chef Boyardee
Watch out (*##$es is too nosey
Backhand slappin' the phoney

Got to walk it off can't mosey
Who got you open up
Crack pipe still smokin'
Face frozen
!@&@e straw stickin' out your nose and D
Proposin' that you bleed on the Chef apron
My thing hold down the play-pen

And say the nursery rhymes they makin
Come on now
%#@!s too real
$#&@ you and now your man feel
Time don't stand still for y'all (*##$es
Wanna Big Ball
I got two for you to juggle in your &&^(als

Im losin' it now
Throw in the pieces like a jig-saw
Aiyyo
She multi-colored like a rainbow
Mr. Meth and the Cuban Link kiddo
On tracks we connect, politic ditto
Take that to that


[Chorus: x2]

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