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raekwon - i recall lyrics

i remember, i recall
i remember, i recall
i remember, i recall
i remember, all you said

aiyo, yes sir, everything’s a blessing, let the cess’ splurge
spill it in your hand, and let the s’s turn
you got them wild style goons in the room, with nothing but coupes
and pumas on, rugged beards, mean underwear
fly in the day, high by night, money right
solidified gangsta with his paintbrush writing
catch me off lenox, spanish dip, vintage sh-t
floating in the open, n-gg-s smoking that sh-t, you know

vanilla envelopes of cess, 20 bags of bless
p-ssy drunk, in the project steps
throwing dice, til the sun come out, guns come out
trains through the 151 come out
then it’s back on the block, i’m running from the cops again
the old heads love me, asking when i’m gonna stop again
but, you know the law of the streets
how we gon’ d-ck the freaks and what we do over beats, b-tch

yessa yessa, rap is under pressure
had me, had ’em, hungry hoody, wearing hoods, come getcha
four fetcha, eat tracks, hannibal lecter
keep gats, tony jaa, still, i’m the protector
street speak, reach peeps, treat peeps aggressive
smif-n-wessun, chef connection, nothing less than perfection
peace number 7, god degree’s the lesson
equality’s the evanescense for my peeps in the essence

fresh mohawk, run up in the gun store, blow off
jump in the couple, sled range, my dame blow off
bamboo need for the go, it’s like chilly
don’t be silly, my n-gg-s pop wheelies for dough

i tell you the first time, i ever laid hands on a p-ssy
smack earth, wind & fire out of jazz, p-ssy
that’s when n-gg-s learned to respect my army
respect my gun and recognize me as a don

listen, i tell no lies, spread no rumors
have your whole family smothered, taking me for humor

get your laugh from elsewhere, your bricks from right here
you bleed just like i bleed, so it’s no fear

aiyo, flatten n-gg-s, what’s happening, rap n-gg-s from staten
gat chunky nine, bullets sitting in napkin
ready to pop your lid off, lay low in manhattan
stop fronting, b-ttons get pressed, we jabbed ’em, tagged ’em

- raekwon lyrics

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