| | New Wu Lyrics Artist(Band):Raekwon
Intro (Raekwon) Uh-huh, what up son? Yeah Maintaining, maintaining, you know? You good, right? Everything proper, still, right? Of course, come on, man, what's the matter wit'chu, man? Ain't nothing, I just want us to be on Chorus (Method Man) Tell a friend, it's that symbol again, that W Coming through, bust a shot on your block, give me a sou Get it right, all my chicks hold ya tits, let's get it in All my niggas take a toke off this weed, let it begin Here we go, yo, ya'll already know what it do Brand new, nigga, back from the slums, it be the Wu (now throw ya W's up) Back from the slums, it be the Wu Verse 1 (Raekwon) You know how to dress a lad, get rocked, hundred bags, black doo-rags Ski masks is on, g-wags Don't try to take pictures, relax, still in the grass You'll learn respect, bust when I ask Rhyme master busy, wizzy on the subject Love Deck, thug battle drug vest, snub sets, iller than most Night-time totes, gorillas in boats, three votes Villains is killa, gangstas flip notes Hibernation yo, switch up, liver nation, fly information Vivid vacation, deliberation moments Move like '91 Romans, cloning everything Gents only, the rent's on the stove, I'm in Rome Maxed out, Amex style, my team gram bandits Make a move and get blown off the planet, baby Hold that cannon, just understand we got the whole shit Padlocked down, my niggas won't have it Chorus Verse 2 (Ghostface Killah) Ayo, jumping out of Benz wagons, my family live in the Hill They call us Bin Ladins, laughing, turbaned up Faggot niggas get murdered up, these streets is like radio beats So watch how the kid turn it up Bulletproof tuxes, knuckle games is clobberin' busters Eighteen niggas, is bringing the ruckus Flame throwers on our backs and shoulders, the rusty joints still work The trey eight'll blow one of your doujas When it's mad, he the mad calm, walk around Gold collect, 36, so for four G bomb My inner strength flowing, I mastered chi kung Ya'll Planet of the Apes, standing next to King Kong Forensic file, ultraviolent hype, sky blue Bal's Laying niggas like ceramic tile I'm like Urlacher, beasting at the top of the pile Kneein' niggas in the nuts, nigga, damn I'm foul Chorus Verse 3 (Method Man) We blow money, got game, hungry, we pop things Look for me, grams in my pocket Chef cook for me Blue Magic bundles, I'm dope, but on the humble I'm a good dude, don't short change me, see dat’s a hood rule Beer drinkin', Cuban Linkin', new way of thinkin' Got me thinking Meth, break the handcuffs, run out the precinct This is hard body, hard knocks, if you pushing that hard rock Then let these niggas go off top We rock fitted, drop kitted, I lived it and not quitted I'm pinching, my pops sniffed it, me business, I'm not finished I'm *sniff* too hot wit it, you bitching, the plot thicken I'm shitting the glock spitting if niggas don't stop snitching Just what the block missing, the two-seater wit the top missing And two divas wit the tops missing Now that's livin' to me, I'm what these kids is killin' to be But I don't want my children to be Chorus If you find some error in New Wu Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Thanks to joey for submitting the lyrics. Review the song New Wu The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "Raekwon" Music | | ||||||||||||
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