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Raekwon - Текст песни Meth Vs. Chef
Duel, worthy of a general
 If you want to fight, fight with me!
 One to one! Man to man!
 Get ready to gel team!
 Live and direct from the one-six-ooh
 We got Tical, pow! Raekwon the Chef, Tical!
 It's about to go on, Tical!
 You make the call, I make the call!
 It's all for all
 Method Man, Raekwon the Chef
 (Count my shells)
 And there's about to be one left
 (Count my shells, nigga)
 I know you know it's on kid
 (Bring that shit I don't give a fuck!)
 Who lit that shit it was I the chinky-eye
 Cheeba-hawk from New York, Tical Staten Isle
 Niggaz thought, that they could walk a dog but they caught
 A bad situation, cause I'm a sandwich short
 Of a picnic, 'cause you ain't equipped with the sickening
 Style, blowing up the spot like ballistic
 Missiles, I be comin' through like the four-nine-three-eleven
 Tearing up the power you, me, Tical
 A bad motherfucking Buddha monk, what the fuck
 Hit your chest, like cardiac arrest, blow the front
 Out the frame, hit the pussycat for the pain
 Of the dog shit, nobody move run your garments
 A rugged vet, terrible like a champion sweat
 Wrap a power in a tec, to wet
 A nigga up, with all the dangerous diseases
 Sniffling sneezing coughing aching stuffy head fever
 Fucker, I think it's bout time that you suffer
 Bobbin on my nob like an all day sucker
 Bitch!
 Meth versus ChefRaekwon - Meth Vs. Chef - http://ru.motolyrics.com/raekwon/meth-vs-chef-lyrics.html
 (It's my turn)
 Meth versus Chef
 (Yo let's bring that shit baby)
 Meth versus Chef
 (Yo, yeah, one more time nigga)
 Meth versus Chef
 (Callin' me out, it's goin' off)
 I blow your fuckin' ass to death
 I'm goin' all out kid no turnbacks
 You could try to front, get smoked and that's that
 Lyric assassin, dressed in black buggin'
 Sixteen shots to your mug, from a slug then
 I go to war in a concrete jungle, make the punt
 'Cause niggaz act funny, and fumble
 But I relax, count my shells, a lot of heads gotta fly
 Niggaz stay strapped, armed to die
 Time for jet-black Tim boot, flowin'
 Wha-Su God get him, hit 'em with the nine troop
 No question, cha-cha-blow in the session
 Bloodshot in that direction, cypher
 'Tack you like chess moves best move
 Yo, yeah, yo
 The boards, your ass
 'Tack, 'tack, 'tack, uh!
 'Tack the boards like chess moves best move
 At Rae through, comin' at your motherfuckin' crew
 Live direct, yeah you better step
 Gunshots ring on the set, let's jet
 Motivate, to the gate
 With some quick high Rae stay fly, and rob your line
 Airwaves, yo behave
 Now you're a slave with the boots that paved the way
 Ahh shit!
Chef verses Meth verses Meth










