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raekwon the chef - fuck them lyrics

method man:
yo, yo, yo, yo
f-ck you

chorus: 2x
what you wanna be when you grow up
you wanna be thugs
you wanna be pranksters
you wanna sell drugs
you wanna be gangsters
that’s 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
sh-t is like a mission to mars
fishin’ for bars
takin’ what’s ours
knowledge the car pa
don’t 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 sh-t
get vexed
leave a n-gg- standing in a bag of leaves
some n-gg-s catch on later
try to put them on they haters
i met eighty of them n-gg-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
don’t be big back about to learn to move dunn
all h-ll to n-gg-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: 2x

raekwon:
aiyyo, get up
lex should be braggin’
get it up
f-ck 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 bl–dy chef boyardee
watch out b-tches 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
c-ke straw stickin’ out your nose and d
proposin’ that you bleed on the chef apr-n
my thing hold down the play-pen
and say the nursery rhymes they makin
come on now
sh-ts too real
f-ck you and now your man feel
time don’t stand still for y’all b-tches
wanna big ball
i got two for you to juggle in your j-zzals
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: 2x

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