Raekwon - Knowledge God lyrics

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Word, yo (Know what I'm sayin'?) , word (Yo)
Know what I'm saying? You know You know we
Had the baddest motherfuckin'
(No doubt, no doubt)
Unit back in the days kid
(I know that son, I know that) you know that
(You know I know that)
Know what I'm saying? (Know what I'm saying?)
I miss all my niggas, though, believe me
And I'll never forget none of 'em
(Word up, word up, know what I'm sayin?)
Su, Tyrese, Size, you know what I'm saying?
(Rob, you know what I'm saying?)
Eddie, motherfuckin' all them
Wild-ass niggas, man
(yeah, yeah)
You know what I'm saying? (I hear you)
L, yo, man (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Shit is wild, though, God
You know what I'm saying God?
(Tyrese, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Word up, you know what I'm saying?
(Powerful, word up, word up)
So you let my shit go at
The count of three, though
You know what I'm saying?
(Take your time, take your time)

Fake niggas throw shit in they drinks
Club nights we snatch links, politic
Africans and Chinks
Wide World of Sport niggas snort
Coke by the seconds
Niggas projects filled with
Fiends injecting morphine
The God seen more cream, and upstate
Cousin Reek, almost got hit with fourteen
Chill, pa
The God'll be a star when you come home
Light bones and let you rock my 3G stone
So, see cousin, yo, I was working
Cats I'm jerking
And uptown these niggas acting
Like they hurting keys 20 for a brick
Colombians be on some bullshit
That's why papi got hit stay tuned, word up
I hope to see you in June
By the way, I seen your bitch
She was up in this cat's room
Skied up, weaved the fuck up, to top it off
Look beat up with two crack
Fiends hugging your seed up
I took care of that, though
But don't worry 'bout it
I got your back, though

Yo, why's my niggas always
Yelling that broke shit?
Let's get money son, now you wanna smoke shit
Chill, God, yo, the son don't chill, Allah
What's today's mathematics
Son? Knowledge God

Fly like cashmere, last year
My team caught bodies in Grasmere
Hit a store owner named Mike Lavogna
Italiano, slanted-eye, banging a fat Milano
Selling coke right out the bottle
Sometime a nigga bought nines
To test with mines (Sit back, relax)
Crazy piece, buying keys in Greece
Was a rich nigga
Picture the nigga without dough figures
Condo with his chick, rocking the gold vigor
Mafia flicks
Tying up tricks was his main hobby
Teaching his seed Wu Tang karate
Mixing drinks in clubs
Hairy chest with many minks
Night time rolling with snakes
Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die
Top rank sixteen shots in his fish tank
And his pet piranha, he named him Marijuana
Smoking ganja, calling his weed pipe Sandra
Claiming New York was ancient Babylon
Where the sky stayed the color of grey
Like heron
I can't front though, truck loads of Indo
Soon to blow slow, his ass is out now
Tally-ho

Yo, why's my niggas always
Yelling that broke shit?
Let's get money son, now you wanna smoke shit
Chill, God, yo, the son don't chill, Allah
What's today's mathematics
Son? Knowledge God
Yo, why's my niggas always
Yelling that broke shit?
Let's get money son, now you wanna smoke shit
Chill, God, yo, the son don't chill, Allah
What's today's mathematics
Son? Knowledge God
Yo, why's my niggas always
Yelling that broke shit?
Let's get money son, now you wanna smoke shit
Chill, God, yo, the son don't chill, Allah
What's today's mathematics
Son? Knowledge God

Yeah, uh huh, uh huh, Miami niggas
Word up, show your love
Yeah y'all, yeah y'all, yeah
Word up, London, Europe, Africa
Word up, the fifty-two states, yeah
Catch me later, word up, yeah, yeah
About to make moves and slide like grease
Moves and slide like grease