- Raekwon Butter Knives 歌詞
- Raekwon
- They say hes a swordsman
Back to that fly shit, Silicone Valley good shit, right here, boy
More money on this rhyme right here, boy
Take yall back to the front of the muthafucking 1-6-Ooh shit
Yo, lord, that first Wu shit
You know what it is, its that muthafucking
Special made, high powered, special made forces
What up what up what up, aiyo, aiyo
Chef that fly with a meat cleaver, swing on a young nigga
Smack flames at him, no gun neither
Leave him with a bump, what the fuck
say hes a
Who give a fuck if hes a swordsman, Im a gunman, I run from nothing
Chain came from rent days and pumping
Wire cell with valors on, drawers is colorful
I do this, forever nigga, raw style
Lighting Phillies, fly by willies, cant come through
Unless your vehicle three hundred chain, silly
Laying in the park with the killas, the coupes, the villains
No rims, we just ball for the millions
The emperor of slang lords, kings get clapped in they dome
Get your throne rushed, and I aint got a gun on
High power ninjas who touch you, lay a gun on
Drinking with the best of the hustling
I got butter knives, like you got butter knives
Come through huddling, run through the spot thirty times
All my niggas old school robbers, do what it do
I got a sixty-two, a black pair of goggles
Fila approachers, the Bee Hives, the vultures and the roasters
Cant come through with cedar toasters
Its going down, only in the town
Your heart get tested, and gunplay is only an investment
Flying shooters, eyewear rugers
Stars and swords in front of the building, five thousand students
Cocaine cops they know him say hes a
You already know that, man
Diamoned up, double O sevens, come through, 1-8-7
Back to the Hill in a second, yeah
Sons jump in front of them bullets, push me up in the bullet
Stay cool, I got shit, where ya weapon?
Hurricane slammers, earthquake clips and cannons
Back of the building, with the jammers
Live well, eat well, welcome to the Terror-dome, sleep well
Who dont like beefing? Keep shells
I flow with the souls of sharks and criminals in they heart
Play parts of this in detail
Well carried mannered, blampers, ninjas black down
Pop up on spots and vanished say hes a
I got butter knives, like you got butter knives
Come through huddling, run through the spot thirty times
All my niggas old school robbers, do what it do
I got a sixty-two, a black pair of goggles
Fila approachers, the Bee Hives, the vultures and the roasters
Cant come through with cedar toasters
Its going down, only in the town
Your heart get tested, and gunplay is only an investment
Get down, Lord!
say hes a
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