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Raekwon - Текст песни Musketeers Of Pig Alley
f/ Inspectah Deck, Masta Killa
 [Raekwon]
 Crack that pineapple open
 Vision of break faces, gettin' money lay in the boats
 Got big rifles, play the hood, ride Benz cycles
 Y'all mens are psycho, Killah Hill 'ciples
 More fly generics, money make moves, forget it
 We got this locked since nineteen-seven
 So many rods and weapons, ain't no more reppin's
 Take the shit back, faggot, we hate that
 Meet the real, we lock the real, me/him lock the steel
 Pop off, pull out, drop them bills
 I run with all real killas, all for realers
 Nikes on, awesome gorillas
 Want more then kill 'em, front war, reveal 'em
 I want him stretched out, listen, he lost the buildin'
 All fly gangstas, more bankers, hundred wit' us
 We ex-dust niggas, don't even touch my drink
 Fuck around, get shanked, stabbed, shot and broke
 Ya' yolked and he blast-es through you in the faint
 All my niggas get paint, yo what's my name?
 Lexus Diamond, Ice Water Inc
 [Interlude: Masta Killa]
 Huh.. (uh-uh-uh-uh)
 Uh! Yeah!
 Once again in the motherfuckin' place
 Fix yo' motherfuckin' face, nigga
 Yeah.. you know how we gets down
 Me and this mixo, we so.. we so tight
 Lex Diamond sound, and uh.
 I bees the High Chief, Jamel Arief
 Straight from East Medina
 And uh.. yo.. yeah!
 Yeah.. huh!
 [Masta Killa]
 They started jammin' in the park, just after dark
 Two turntables and their DJ scratchin'Raekwon - Musketeers Of Pig Alley - http://ru.motolyrics.com/raekwon/musketeers-of-pig-alley-lyrics.html
 Words seemed to have an attraction when they rhymin'
 Hip-hop caused the guns to start sparkin'
 Temperature risin'
 Drape a nigga up with the ratchet, less talkin'
 Caught him on the 'nard, bomb like a G. hard
 Explosion rocks the Promenade, I'm God
 And he show and provin', 'knowledge how he movin'
 Smift as the wisdom, move from my gate in a drunken state
 I wrote this degree, adjust ya eyes in the light so you could see
 Never fall victim, dictate the fate
 Leave the bake for the snake
 If he take than I take his head without question
 In the one to fourteen check the Justice lesson
 Now uh!
 [Interlude: Inspectah Deck]
 Uh! It's the pineapple Daquiri fuckin' up ya mindstate
 Ya heard? (Yeah) Spread the motherfuckin' word
 Yo!
 [Inspectah Deck]
 I'm from where it's real, niggas peal ya' orange
 We want enough bricks that we could build apartments
 I. General in the field of marksmen
 The Bad Boys wit' me ain't Will or Martin
 Feel what I'm droppin', I spit the ill doctrine
 Spot him deep in the Killah Hill poppin'
 Two feet dug in the dirt, up to the skirt
 Spectator on the sideline lovin' the work
 And my team ain't ya' average, CREAM we handle it
 Fiends seekin' packages, beams and banana clips
 Festo! If you wit' me, let's go!
 The nymphos love me, X-O, X-O
 Boy listen hard, think twice before you get involved
 We hold the weight like cons in the prison yard
 They call the riot squad, we live and in charge
 Y'all non-beleivers get reminded with scars
 It's the pineapple, Rebel I. natural
 Fine wine hundred proof, spittin' mine at you
 (CHUH-PUGH! Nigga!)












