Raekwon, U-God, Ghostface Killah - Knuckleheadz lyrics

Let me Let me hold that
One for you, one for me (True)
Two for you, one two for me what?
Three for you
Nigga get get the Man, I'll smack
(Fuck is out of here with all that shit)
Smack fire out your fucking ass
What the fuck you think this is, man?
Get the fuck up out of here man
(Chill, chill)
So, yo, matter of fact, the man is back
(Stick this man head out over a fucking fire)
Shit, alright This ain't even
Enough bread right here, this ain't enough
We going to shoot right over there
(Fuck that man, yo)
And, yo, them niggas got the
Big cream over there, just chill
(Alright, let's get this cash
And move nigga)
Spark it, right out the tropical, kid


Alright, don't play me like I got a
Flowerpot head, kid, on the real, man
Just chill, let's go get this money fast, son
I know how we got to do this, kid, trust this
(Alright, scrungy head motherfuckers)

Lay on the crime scene, sipping fine wines
Pulling nines on
UFOs, taking they fly clothes
They eyes closed we getting loot, no doubt
Check the word of mouth unheard about
Guns go off and now a murder route i'm out
My raps play the part like
A Get Smart secret agent
In a maze and style's blazing
Johnny Blaze and Tony Starks in the Days Inn
And Rhyming
My nigga Lou Diamond with Robert F
We like Meth to go and fuck with Noodles
Having them poodles on the lockdown
Buying me amarettos and chewables
Smacking pharmaceutical
Rap niggas on dust and woos
Yo, I told you some killed, robbed and fold
The goal's untold, fuck it, it beats parole
So stroll marvelous
Soul controller of the globe blow
Goddamn, I got it sewn and yo
What up wop? Pop the suitcase
High and we can talk
You can walk out the fucking
Building and get caught
Save the fully inflatable, rap relatable
Drug relatable, niggas here to play with you
A hundred dollar Rottweiler
Go to spot sellers
Guns and Glocks for them niggas who got props
Off top jail niggas get mad bigger and yo
Mail a guy about a hundred pictures
Word to mama
This rap wonder rhymer team got drama
Comma, blunt smoke real-ass marijuana
Chef Maranzano boats across the Verrazano
Immaculate, bust off my gun so accurate
And get cream in the cuisine of Queens
I told you
Money skated with night beams and two rings

Crazy fag, I'm getting ready to do this shit
(Sniff mad shit)
Man, niggas know not to step on this shit

Who's the knucklehead wanting respect?
Chop his fingers in the drug game
Money well-known
Lead singer, humdinger, flash
Is the aftermath, here's his photograph
Run up in his lab, take off the mask, Chas
And think fast
Don't laugh, bag the cash, grab the hash
Don't forget his stash
Grab the tear gas and place
It in his face fast at full blast
Then skate to the next gate further upstate
I heard they got crazy weight bagged
Up by the cakes in crates like disco breaks
Yo look out for jakes give it all it takes
Let's burn the place before we motivate
Yo, Blake, nigga, don't fake, rape his mate
If the bitch scream
For God's sake grab the grey tape
It's by the plate with the blow
Crushed up with the flakes killer snakes
Four bodies found floating in lakes
Drug related paper talking about the
Kids who didn't make it
Hit's without a trace, never seen the bricks
See Rae and Ghostface congratulations, Chef
Let's celebrate and sniff an eighth

The rap scar is on, rap Parmesan
Poke on, put it on, seal it on
We're silicone, spark it on your talkathon
This rap phenomenon to correspond
Took the arms
Hit me on the hip and horns, rap chaperone
Scars, tones, bar thrown, war tones
Raw tones blowing out their jawbones
But your rap's fraudulent
Plug in these rap coordinates
It's reinforced with suspense
Be on your rap sword defense
These microphone professional, sensational
Fully operational
I got niggas here to play with you
You know the steez
You know my whole program
Brothers from the no lands
All we want is the G's, guns and grams
Living fat like the Hoffa, mafia, sipping
Eating pastas
Laying in the house telling the
Seeds about the sagas
Before we got dramatic and
Thoughts got sporadic
We grabbed golden tablets and
Quick guarded the Abbots
Slugs hit the Pelle
Punch hopes into the belly
Suckers tried to knock me out
The box like Skelly i smoke the weed trees
I drop top to the breeze
Honey dip spending G's on
Nails and hair weave
The crime boss taking no loss
Excessive force we can play the A Train
Back of the iron horse

Yo, man, you know what I'm saying?
Fuck it, man