Raekwon - Knowledge God

Plug word yo
I'm sayin'
Know you know
we had the baddest
Motherfuckin' unit back
in the days kid
You know that
You know what I'm sayin'
I miss all my niggas
though believe me
And I'll never forget
none of 'em
Stovetop Roofside
you know what I say
I had these motherfuckin'
all these wild ass niggas man
You know what I say LB
Shit is wild overall
you know what I'm sayin' God
Word up you know
what I'm sayin'
So you let my shit go
on the count of three though
You know what I'm sayin'
Fake niggas throw shit
in they drinks
Club nights we snatch linx politic
Africans and chinks
While World of Sport niggas
snort coke by the seconds
Niggas projects filled
with fiends injectin'
Morphine the God seen
more cream and upstate
Cousin Reek almost
got hit with fourteen'
Chill Pah the God'll be
a star when you come home
Light bones and
let you rock my 3G stone
So see cousin yo
I was workin'
cats I'm jerkin'
And uptown these niggas actin'
like they hurtin'
keys twenty four a brick
Columbians be
on some bullshit
that's why Poppy got hit
Stay tuned word up
I hope to see you in June
By the way I seen your bitch
she was up in this cat's room
Skeyed up weed the fuck up
to top it off
Look beat up
with two crack fiends
huggin' your seed up
I took care of that though
but don't worry 'bout it
I got your back though
Yo why's my niggas always
yellin' that broke shit
Let's get moneys son
now you wanna smoke shit
Chill God yo
the Son don't chill Allah
What's today's mathematic son
Knowledge God
Fly like cashmere last year
my team caught bodies
in Gravesmere
Hit a store owner named
Mike Lavonia
Italiano slanted eyed bangin'
them fat Milano
Selling coke right out the bottle
Sometime a nigga brought
nines to test with minds
Crazy peace
buying keys in Greece
Was a rich nigga
picture the nigga
without dope figures
Condo with his chick
rockin' the gold vigor
Mafia flicks tyin' up tricks
was his main hobby
Teachin' his seed
Wu Tang karate
Mixin' drinks in clubs
hairy chest with many minks
Night time rollin' with spics
Extra live he claimed
he couldn't die top rank
Sixteen shots in his fist to bank
And his pet piranha
he named him marijuana
Smokin' ganja callin'
his weed paisandra
Claimin' New York
was ancient Babylon
Where the sky stayed
the color of grey like her on
I can't front though
truck loads of indo
Soon to blow slow
his ass is out now tally hoe
Yo why's my niggas
always yellin' that broke shit
Let's get moneys son
now you wanna smoke shit
Chill God yo
the Son don't chill Allah
What's today's mathematic son
Knowledge God
Why's my niggas always
yellin' that broke shit
Let's get moneys son
now you wanna smoke shit
Chill God yo
the Son don't chill Allah
What's today's mathematic son
Knowledge God
Yo why's my niggas
always yellin' that broke shit
Let's get moneys son
now you wanna smoke shit
Chill God yo
the Son don't chill Allah
What's today's mathematic son
Knowledge God
Miami niggas
Word up show your love
Yeah y'all yeah y'all yeah
Word up London Europe Africa
Word up the fifty two states yeah
Catch me later word up yeah yeah
About to make moves
and slide like grease
Moves and slide like grease