Raekwon - Counterfittin' lyrics
[Raekwon - Counterfittin' lyrics]
It's the spot, he knew what the fuck he do
Fuck I told you about coming in here, man
We told you not to wear, no them furs, man
Up in here man, them shit's
Is fresh off the racks, idiot
So much haze we hitting
Counterfitting sit on the couch riffing
Need more rovers in the
Building, for more bitches, to give out
Names getting bigger
These flames'll come out quick -
Fuck Crystal, Crug' is the new shit
Drive up in the whip
Light a new L, I like the blue liquor
Chase it down
Like a nigga chased out of town
Jakes got a nigga down
Laced in lemon lounger
For all the Cash Rule niggas
What's up niggas
Get your money, be respectful
We'll flip niggas who try to diss Chef name
A war about to come
I put it on my son, I'm not falling today
I got my acres up, scrapped up
'town's my baby boy
Watch me Ving Rhames your mother
So straighten up
Cuz Wu's back, matter fact, Chef's here, yeah
He got the best ear, I'm not
Saying it's true or wack, yo
I play mine "Rewind the Time"
Memorize a fine line
Jump out with old Nike's and fine Klein
"I got to have it"
Stainless steel, kitchen mill', fishing
We steal bitches
Twenty four hour funny, long as it's no money
I sware on Shallah's tummy, yo
I stay swelled up yup, or stay jailed up
For robbing them round oney's
Murderers act nervous, black weed
Giving the love back
To every nationality and black seeds, I stand
Mack squeeze
Hit the best rapper alive standing
Yeah, yo, whoever, this is Black Jesus
Yo, call me back, man, call me back, man
We here banging up, like, fucking
Seventy ounces
Give it to these niggas out of town
You heard?
Fuck I told you about coming in here, man
We told you not to wear, no them furs, man
Up in here man, them shit's
Is fresh off the racks, idiot
So much haze we hitting
Counterfitting sit on the couch riffing
Need more rovers in the
Building, for more bitches, to give out
Names getting bigger
These flames'll come out quick -
Fuck Crystal, Crug' is the new shit
Drive up in the whip
Light a new L, I like the blue liquor
Chase it down
Like a nigga chased out of town
Jakes got a nigga down
Laced in lemon lounger
For all the Cash Rule niggas
What's up niggas
Get your money, be respectful
We'll flip niggas who try to diss Chef name
A war about to come
I put it on my son, I'm not falling today
I got my acres up, scrapped up
'town's my baby boy
Watch me Ving Rhames your mother
So straighten up
Cuz Wu's back, matter fact, Chef's here, yeah
He got the best ear, I'm not
Saying it's true or wack, yo
I play mine "Rewind the Time"
Memorize a fine line
Jump out with old Nike's and fine Klein
"I got to have it"
Stainless steel, kitchen mill', fishing
We steal bitches
Twenty four hour funny, long as it's no money
I sware on Shallah's tummy, yo
I stay swelled up yup, or stay jailed up
For robbing them round oney's
Murderers act nervous, black weed
Giving the love back
To every nationality and black seeds, I stand
Mack squeeze
Hit the best rapper alive standing
Yeah, yo, whoever, this is Black Jesus
Yo, call me back, man, call me back, man
We here banging up, like, fucking
Seventy ounces
Give it to these niggas out of town
You heard?