Raekwon - Verbal Intercourse (feat. Nas, Ghostface Killah) lyrics

No tricks, no tricks, baby
Yeah, ayy, yo, Rae, check me out, y'all
It's the science (Fly wonderful, yeah, y'all)
Tony Starks and, umm, Lex Diamonds
(Tony Starks) my nigga Nas
Word up stay wise
All types of shit, yo, son
Hit these kids mad, couldn't know our story
Right?
Show those crabs how to rhyme (yeah, baby)
Shake a nigga with a few of them joints
It's only like five percent out of a hundred
Do it to 'em, baby

Through the lights, cameras, and
Action, glamor, glitters, and gold
I unfold the scroll
Plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased
By then the beast arise like yeast
To conquer peace


Leaving savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run
Police paying me to give in my gun
Trick my wisdom with the system
That imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold leaf, I hold heat nonchalantly
I'm raunchy, but things I do is
Real, it never haunts me, while
Funny style niggas roll in the pile
Rooster heads profile on the
Bus to Rikers Isle
Holding weed inside they pussy
With they minds on the pretty things in life
Props is a true thug's wife
It's like a cycle, niggas come home
Some'll go in do a bullet, come back
Do the same shit again
From the womb to the tomb
Presume the unpredictable
Guns salute life rapidly, that's the ritual

Perhaps bullets bust
Niggas discuss mad money
True lies and white guys
We can see it through the eyes
Catch the most on tape, kilos disintegrate
Pyrex pots, we break, fiends licking plates
In the building, niggas building
Like little children, staring
Them older niggas ain't caring
Sirens circling
Fiends are lurking in your baggage
Oh, one's gone now
What? Smack him in his cabbage
In the woodwork
Crack sales bubble like Woolworths
In the projects
Richest niggas rocking all the real worth
Police questioning, rooftop cats invested in
Trading in they Lexuses, GSs
Sending messages
Two and two makes four, Cristals crazily pour
Gun wars, my crew feel 'em like swords

With the green leathers
Hundred-pound snakes and cakes
Fiends found in lakes
Jealously jakes we shake
What I strive for is what I live for
Infatuated by material things in this
Wild life of war
Like somewhere over the rainbow
I see a big pot of gold
Future stacks, so I hold
Thousands of cracks bagged up
Inside the shoebox
Don't keep jack in my lab
Don't wanna see 2Pac
Got two spots on New Lots flooded with rocks
Shootouts making me hot, crooked cops
Bag Tony and the ball drop
In denial, I'm banging niggas for slot time
Hurry up, duke, I'm next on line
And what the fuck is you looking at?
By the way young blood hit me
Off with that Green Bay hat
Watch your back inside the hall
New niggas slide through like doors, yo
You're staring in the mess hall
Your adrenaline runs
Cigarette niggas be swindling
New jacks surrendering
Come home not remembering
Made bail with different size kicks on
A white dress shirt
Looking gay in the yard and you got hurt
Flashbacks of the day room, mop wringer style
Your faggot ass got bashed trying
To turn the dial
You told your boo you was wildin'
Once you heard Wu, out of the blue
Your family's from Shaolin high class cooks
Throw on vests out of phone books
Infirmary niggas are screaming, "I got juxed"
Sharpened toothbrushes
One-ninety mixed with baby oil and shit
Your man's in the kitchen stashing ice picks
Well I'ma end this with a
Big red cherry on top me, Nas
And Rae got the best product on the block

Cream, my whole team is eatin'
Off of this good shit
(Word up, throw your hands up)
Good shit, nigga, next time
No more reload shit (Cock back the MAC if
Say whatever your Hawaiian style)
Keep your eyes open and your
Wallet in your front pocket
(Exoticness, fly shit)
RZA, Ghost, and Chef, and Nas
Niggas in the profit
(Floatin' on a nine-five in the wind)