Mic Lines

[Intro]
You needs no rehearsal, they say you mad controversial
Don't do it to ya self, xxxx the game
Yo Lex, Yo Lex, I run a gambino life
Do it to ya self

[Raekwon]
Aiyo, ladies and gents, all niggas under tents, get high
Collaborate one time, audience I know you felt me
Presentation a little welcome, we rock karats, it's been goin on since the
parrots
No need to flash, Wu smash shit, Wu Cream Team collash
Dance floor rap, we got it in the smash
God damn right, we hype like fresh snow white nights
Motor bikes skate across my whole floor like, hittin me harder
Retardation, rhyme lights, them rockin kuji's
Doin it for Big, you hype
High stale writin it off like niggas up north
Fly footwear, holdin a horn, I brake it off
That's right water, I'm more civilized cutter
Whippin big shit, goin for the six you want
And when we get there, it's all me, playin the back
They ain't my click, don't call me, shorty, throw it on me, yo

[Chorus 2X]
Client it, anythin real, we supplyin it
Kids you keep the real, I keep it right, stop lyin kid
Seein me, O.D.'in off mic lines, it's like white lines
The crowd stay charge from doin night time

[Raekwon]
Face wit the Wu rolo, I'm Han Solo
Hands galore, sixty thou', swingin cross the bolo
Wu logo, raw, guns out
Play it like a Timbs, wit ya tongue out, six run out
Pullin my gun out, dumb out, four million on the come out
Blunt out, cut for the cause, four blow out
Throw out, Jim Star roll out
Sold out, give 'em crazy hits to the face, we release flavor
We keesh, taste the dick peach
Reach longer than a brush, clutch, plus gun'll bust
Lust, cluck, Lassie on the cup, black Starsky & Hutch
Cocoa dug, el pablo loco, touch minds
Slime on niggas who rhyme
Valleyball time, unberreable like vine
Climb the bassline, stairs, stab me in the waistline
Taste my aces and eight eights, lace mine

[Chorus 2X]

[Raekwon]
Stack paper, keepin it raw, we ain't brakin up
Make up, make a hundred offa money wake up
Status, rich nigga, have it, faggot
Tech automatic, blood on the set, correct cabbage
Speak the realness, fill this, some steal this
For real we kill this, the illest drill back wit the ill shit
Mold 'em, all dough on 'em, hold 'em
Niggas soul at the clothin, off the hook show sold them
Take it there, guerilla bait, yea, we there
Follow the screen, American Cream, laser beam, yea
Technique, rovin in the road, gold leaf
Watch the cold sweat, shrivel in the gold, this whole weak

[Chorus 2X]

[Outro]
Don't do it to ya self
What, money, money, money