Raekwon, Inspectah Deck, RZA, Tash Mahogany - Black Mozart lyrics

"Stupid fool, you're forcing me to kill you!"

Yeah you know how it go
Fresh from the Stationary Hall of Justice
Real rhyming real movement, real life
Word up, we just chilling
Ten bottles of Krug on the wall
Know what I'm saying? Straight up, for real
Yo, RZA, talk to these niggas
Man, let's go, man, for real
Yo, Rah, what up? Let's go!

You better get that money
No matter what you do
Yeah, gangsta shit, groovy shit
Raw shit, secret indictment shit
You gotta get that money
And represent your crew
Yeah, secret indictments
Be careful, niggas, for real, let's go
And keep it true

As reaper stay sprayed
Still niggas is smoked four in his pocket
A diamond'd-up chain and some coke
Champion hood, the goodies in a brown bag
By the radiator
Near the cookies and the bundles of dope
Fishscalers, I live in elevators and gross
All this paper
Profit make her lay there and post
With them Adidas that Bruce wore
Stay in the juice bar
All I know, if you saw me
You thought I was broke, Black, yo
I been hustling since niggas was busting guns
And scuffling
And jumping niggas over some coats
We play the S&S rooftop, Latin Quarter
Polo popes
Who hung out with all the Eighthers and GOATs

You better get that money, no matter
What you do you gotta get that money
And represent your crew
Yo RZA, you crazy, man! Ouuuu!
This that "Black Mozart" shit right here
(Ouuuu) and keep it true

Yo, I used to scramble hard
Radio strapped to the handlebars
Fifty deep in the lobby, large
Rocking camouflage
Dark Caesar holding my nuts
Played the building front fifth of Henny
Throw a little snow in the blunt
Just growing up, schooled by OGs
Holding Os and up
Daily, new drama unfold "They
Popped him over what?"
It's so rough nobody know him, so what?
"Ayo, the money's close by, homie
Show me the stuff"
Borough-hopping, copping bricks
Bags, burners, and kicks
City slickers, circling the strip
Working them tricks
Like Friday night, cruise in the coupe
New volure suit fruit-flavored kicks
Taking flicks out in 40-Deuce
Farmer jeans, hammer swing
Tucked in the loop how they hit Ms fisher
They was busting that suit
Up in 54, underground, parrot and Q
Made man with the grey shams
Wrapping the boo
Stay flam, every day, fam, stacking my loot
Eighty grams in the cake, bam, packages flew
Sipping passionfruit, Alizé
In back of The Ooh

We soldiers, boy, we soldiers
Bake cakes, hundred dollar bill holders
We soldiers, boy, we soldiers
Bighead, I thought I told you
We soldiers, boy, we soldiers
Bake cakes, hundred dollar bill holders
Bighead, I thought I told you
We soldiers, boy, we soldiers

You better get that money, no matter
What you do you gotta get that money
And represent your crew and keep it true