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Raekwon - Текст песни King of Kings
Let's go yeah, nigga
 Good lookin' Rae that's what I'm talkin' 'bout
 It's all good don't worry about it
 You feel what I'm sayin'? Don't worry about it
 Yeah, word up, let's go
 Know how we gotta come at this, man
 Yeah, come on, yo
 Stuck, y'all like gum underneath my kick
 Better move little when the heat I'll spit
 The hammer clap like the on a meat-out chick
 Dump clips like a trifflin' to drop
 If you short you're a chance in the box
 But I ain't lettin' you play with the guns in the club, I'm boothin' the ox
 Got my eyes on the and I'm a peripheral
 Got you cowards poppin' that Moe', my hand on the 'istol
 Wild out, have a ball, you could drink 'til you 'url
 Thought the Firewater was strong, the pound'll leave you curled
 On the floor, like a new born baby, God
 What you mean "Is he dead?", what type of is leakin' out of his head?
 When you cowards see the drama and it come to a head
 I'm hittin' Rae up on the jacket, it ain't much to be said
 If it's on, go without sayin' somethin', deliverin'
 Visa verca, this is Havoc, baby, we those
 All that money is us, now what's wit' us?
 Eh yo all around hungry, that's us and can't get nothin' get it
 Eh yo all that money, all them
 All them shorties, everybody yell "All lovely"
 All that money is us, now what's wit' us?
 Eh yo all around hungry, that's us and can't get nothin' get it
 Eh yo all that money, all them
 All them shorties, everybody yell "All lovely"
 I chop meat out ya face, Daddy, gladly
 Mad breeze on, rubberband currency and I splash ya visa
 You know the code, yo caesar low straddlers
 Front Streets, cracks all in the front seat spazzin'
 Imperial wizards, Staten, knife game off the chain
 And I'm with four hundred with wagons yo
 Live wires, shoot darts for bread
 Any map, I assist that, I'm holdin' it, all dead
 Raekwon - King of Kings - http://ru.motolyrics.com/raekwon/king-of-kings-lyrics.html
 What? Battle for cake and wizzes, we do it straight business
 All mount ride, ain't no fake, reminisce, spit faces
 Pissin' on the fake little swindler's list
 Rae gave them cake, battle the gun, you're wildin'
 I might levitatate well, I might take ya, push up, stylin' it
 Oxes, reefers, police need us, the regime of Shaolin
 With Queens re-up, with the poisonous hand
 Remember y'all, no commercial, I hurt you, yo go get ya mans
 All that money is us, now what's wit' us?
 Eh yo all around hungry, that's us and can't get nothin' get it
 Eh yo all that money, all them
 All them shorties, everybody yell "All lovely"
 All that money is us, now what's wit' us?
 Eh yo all around hungry, that's us and can't get nothin' get it
 Eh yo all that money, all them
 All them shorties, everybody yell "All lovely"
 Eh yo select me, Gucci sneaker recipe
 Not the S dot Carters, no disrespect but respect me
 One of the top five gangstas alive
 My element is just the Elliott Ness, who hide
 Yo I ran from some that was police
 These heard about me bringin' marked money in I had the whole east
 I've been the greatest, been flippin' the latest
 Somethin' like the new haggler on the Ave
 Ham it up, pullin' haze
 And all the young niggas praise me
 It's like the talent of the Six Million Dollar Man
 'Yana pace, come on, banana squeeze
 Aim at these Caravans, heard he had his man
 And that ugly Keish' comin' from a galaxy of hood
 Hard real people gettin' ki's
 wit' the media, it's all good
 All that money is us, now what's wit' us?
 Eh yo all around hungry, that's us and can't get nothin' get it
 Eh yo all that money, all them
 All them shorties, everybody yell "All lovely"
 All that money is us, now what's wit' us?
 Eh yo all around hungry, that's us and can't get nothin' get it
 Eh yo all that money, all them
 All them shorties, everybody yell "All lovely"















