Raekwon - New Wu (Feat. Ghostface Killah & Method Man)

[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 you, 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 suu 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 [Raekwon] You know how to dress a lad, get rocked, hundred bags, black doorags Ski masks is on, g-rags Nigga try to take pictures, relax, still in the grass You'll learn respect, burst when I ask Rhyme master busy, Rizzy on the subject Love Deck, thug buried, drug vest, snub sets, killing the most Night time toast, gorillas in boats, three boats Realers is killa, gangsta feel 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 brand 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] [Ghostface Killah] Aiyo, jumping out of Benz wagons, my family live in the Hill They call us Bin Ladins, laughing, turbaned up Niggas get murdered up, these streets is like radio beef So watch how the kid turn it up Bulletproof tuxes, knuckle games is clarkers and busters Eighteen niggas, 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 before G bomb My inner strength flowing, I mastered chi kung Ya'll Planet of the Apes, standing next to King Kong Forensic file, ultraviolet hype, sky blue Bales Laying niggas like ceramic tile I'm like Urlacher, beasting at the top of the pile Laying niggas in the nuts, nigga, damn I'm foul [Chorus] [Method Man] We blow money, got game, hold it, we pop things Vote for money, crams 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, seen as a hood dude Beer drinkin', Cuban Linking, new way of thinking God me thinking up, break the handcuffs, run out the precint This is hard body, hard knocks, if you pushing that hard rock Then let these niggas go off top We rock fitted, dropkick it, I lived it and not quit it I'm pinching, my pops lift it, need business, I'm not finished I'm *sniff* too hot wit it, you bitching, the plot thicken I'm shitting the glow, spitting, if nigga don't stop snitching Just what the block missing, the two-seater wit the top missing And two divas wit they tops missing Now that's living to me, I'm what these kids is killing to be But I don't want my children to be