Raekwon, RZA - State of Grace lyrics
[Raekwon, RZA - State of Grace lyrics]
It's those guys, man
It's the fucking bankers, the politicians
They the ones, don't wanna make coke illegal
So they can make the fucking money
And then they get the fucking votes
You fighting the bad guys, they the bad guys!
Trash yes!
(And close the fucking door, man) Wu Tang!
(Fucking idiots, man) Aiyo, Chef
Bodododododododododododo
(Stand shit man, fuck these
Motherfuckers, come on, man)
Nigga what!
Cream vanquish, my queen keeps it's stainless
Cracks and Brussels
Screwing everything famous
Love to hustle, my ring, call it big Uranus
Cats that scuffle
Crawl on you and break fingers
That's what's up
Some saw me in them bone rangers
Me and my homey
We bought like forty things up
Long as you owe me, you
Won't get a damn thing, son
Shoot off your kangol, while
You in the plane, fronting
Stop, admire me, ya'll should of fired me
Cause when I come back, it's me and my diary
None of that bullshit
Few men got tired of me
My niggas is wrong, they hated
And they lied to me
Explain the saga, fuck yo, your chain liver
Fuck the blinging, have my money by five
To me ya'll 'pose to bring it
Fuck you and your whole variety
I'm bringing my hammers, I beat it like
Five to three
Jealous ass niggas can't see they man prosper
They'd rather see me in a
Broke down fuckin' Mazda
Don't disrespect me, son
You will get popped up
My resume's off the hook, now, check mi casa
Yeah, call it, what you wanna call it
My bread is larger, nigga
You can never spoil it
Thought you was loyal
Now a nigga can't support you
Blastin' you up, and off me
Now you look rewarded
What's that smell? Rat piss and possum pussy
Bitch don't yell, I'm not impressed
Don't push me i'm back with some haters
They wipe shit and blast pussies up
Bloody ya blazer, take all your man cush weed
Yeah, I'm coming just to claim a title
Rap is boring, niggas need another idol
When I'm gone, just let off like forty rifles
Aiming at rappers, biting off the God's bible
I destroy you, lyrically, I spit oil
This is war, you can never escape, conio
Ya'll some lamesters
Never seen a yard soiled
When it's on, now we gon' see who's loyal
Yeah, yeah, I'm coming, yo
To get it from you
Place that crown in the garbage
Or you sitting on a few things mattered
You was just a corner don
That got shot dead like
Malcolm in the Audubon
It's the fucking bankers, the politicians
They the ones, don't wanna make coke illegal
So they can make the fucking money
And then they get the fucking votes
You fighting the bad guys, they the bad guys!
Trash yes!
(And close the fucking door, man) Wu Tang!
(Fucking idiots, man) Aiyo, Chef
Bodododododododododododo
(Stand shit man, fuck these
Motherfuckers, come on, man)
Nigga what!
Cream vanquish, my queen keeps it's stainless
Cracks and Brussels
Screwing everything famous
Love to hustle, my ring, call it big Uranus
Cats that scuffle
Crawl on you and break fingers
That's what's up
Some saw me in them bone rangers
Me and my homey
We bought like forty things up
Long as you owe me, you
Won't get a damn thing, son
Shoot off your kangol, while
You in the plane, fronting
Stop, admire me, ya'll should of fired me
Cause when I come back, it's me and my diary
None of that bullshit
Few men got tired of me
My niggas is wrong, they hated
And they lied to me
Explain the saga, fuck yo, your chain liver
Fuck the blinging, have my money by five
To me ya'll 'pose to bring it
Fuck you and your whole variety
I'm bringing my hammers, I beat it like
Five to three
Jealous ass niggas can't see they man prosper
They'd rather see me in a
Broke down fuckin' Mazda
Don't disrespect me, son
You will get popped up
My resume's off the hook, now, check mi casa
Yeah, call it, what you wanna call it
My bread is larger, nigga
You can never spoil it
Thought you was loyal
Now a nigga can't support you
Blastin' you up, and off me
Now you look rewarded
What's that smell? Rat piss and possum pussy
Bitch don't yell, I'm not impressed
Don't push me i'm back with some haters
They wipe shit and blast pussies up
Bloody ya blazer, take all your man cush weed
Yeah, I'm coming just to claim a title
Rap is boring, niggas need another idol
When I'm gone, just let off like forty rifles
Aiming at rappers, biting off the God's bible
I destroy you, lyrically, I spit oil
This is war, you can never escape, conio
Ya'll some lamesters
Never seen a yard soiled
When it's on, now we gon' see who's loyal
Yeah, yeah, I'm coming, yo
To get it from you
Place that crown in the garbage
Or you sitting on a few things mattered
You was just a corner don
That got shot dead like
Malcolm in the Audubon