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raekwon - planet of the apes (feat. capone & sheek louch) lyrics

f/ capone, polite, sheek louch

[intro: capone]
i just had to say that right there rae
i just have to say you my n-gg-, understand?
it don’t get no realer than this, man
let’s slow the f-ck down
you gettin’ like a hundred worth for real, man

[hook 2x: polite]
eh yo thug n-gg-s know the code, lock and load
hit ’em in the head, watch a n-gg- brain explode
yo from y.o. to q.b. they bang this sh-t
shaolin boys they bang them fifths

[intro continues overlapped by chorus]
f-ckin’ cops ain’t paid up nothin’
yo you know we shoot you down, man
ice water inc., yeah! territory, n-gg-
millitainment, y.o
yeah, yeah
yeah yeah eh yo

[capone]
eh yo late night, candle light, fiend with a crackpipe
it’s only right, feelin’ higher than an airplane, right?
i’m tryin’ to get this money, right? so i move cautiously
you more frauds, you see? i’ma live bossy
way out on fantasy island with mr. roth, b
i gotta play the ghetto, everyday the hood endorse me (q.b.)
i’m destined for triple, left hand crook and the right hand fury
will block the shots, that’s simple, i dented a tomb for style
a toast to the death of my foes, respect violence, the criminal codes
hammer smack a n-gg- out his five senses
leave him dumb, deaf and blind, i ride on rinses
interest so tight, strobe lights follow my grace
bang bullets by the gates, might hollow ya face
me and chef smark m-ssive murder, kill ’em!
i scramble anywhere in shaolin, right in castalano buildin’

[chorus 2x: polite w/o “eh yo” second time]
eh yo real n-gg-s get up, live n-gg-s, what up?
we don’t give a fiduck, you f-ggots’ll get hit up
q.b., what up? y.o., what up?
shaolin get up or get yo’ -ss h-t up!

[sheek louch]
eh yo i’m a motherf-ckin’ n-gg- wit an att-tude
heavy gun play, c-ck back, n-gg-s is screwed
stomach wounds make it hard for you to swallow ya food
throwin’ purple tape off for me to get in the mood
sheek louch, who f-ckin’ wit’ that kid?
i’m sick in the head, they need to make a throwback straight jacket
white tee on, a light g. on
these b-tches you wife and the god try pee on
i don’t care if it’s a gram or brick
i’ma make it sell, get off my d-ck
pump or the desert e., take your pick
money too long, the case won’t stick
d-block n-gg-s f-ck with rae
n-gg- act hard and get hit up in the middle of day
tough guys and all that but i know that you pay
and i don’t give a f-ck, n-gg-s better watch what they say

[chorus 2x]

[raekwon]
body specialist, full cam f50 with vans
a pull up, do it to ya mans, yo scrams
if you take n-gg-s ears, n-gg-s ain’t really queers
listen, it’s grown men in the town, n-gg-s is their’s
fluck n-gg-s, i cut n-gg-s, stuck n-gg-s
come up, pluck n-gg-s, pop n-gg-s in chucks, it’s business
you in this? we non-shoulder style, son, relentless
they four lettered me chef, n-gg- get down
drop you, p-ss on you, get this, it’s official on you
yo twist the clips h-ts, this was on you
i’m just a business head ridin’ with visual
don’t force me to put out ya head
one for the money, two for the crime round up
peep it, all major n-gg-s holdin’ they ground, get up
let’s form an army millenia, ice water!
from q.b. to y.o. with shaolin, i’m feelin’ you

[chorus 2x]

[break 4x: raekwon singing]
we gon’ ride for our team
my n-gg-s’ll kill you

[outro: polite -over break-]
for the team, n-gg-
my n-gg-s kill you, n-gg-
y’all n-gg-s want war? n-gg- pop up!
yeah ride for ya motherf-ckin’ team, n-gg-
death before dishonor, you heard me?
the motherf-ckin’ lex diamond story
y’all n-gg-s better wake the f-ck up!
yeah, ice water inc., you heard me?
d-block, what up?
pain, time and glory, word, you heard?
yeah, yeah.. my n-gg-s’ll kill you, n-gg-!
b-tch–ss n-gg-s!

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