Tony Touch, Raekwon, U-God, Method Man - Rock Steady lyrics
[Tony Touch, Raekwon, U-God, Method Man - Rock Steady lyrics]
Go head
Give me all Gucci colors
My niggas get real for brothers
We idolize big lines and nines
Jumping out of big joints live, projects
Lot of objects, front if you want
You gon' die lex with a sawed off
Killah gonna tax him in the Waldorf
All bloodhounds, pop, show it off
Actin' like that money ain't live
Built it from the getty-up
New York City gonna fry
Aiyo, son, I take mines, rape lines
Yeah, I'm realer than Rikers
Who orchestrate great crimes
Jump out the Lex', lookin' zesty, real Nestle
What, picture nigga, except bless me
God, I'm high powered, gun of the hour
Crafted Flowers
Give it the blend, double it
And blow like the Towers
All ya'll need to take showers
Can't take what's ours, pa
Been sellin' crack, been sellin' crack
Been sellin' crack, livin' the black
Revealin' how we flip that, strip cats
We write rich raps help out the body
Me, similar to the Gotti story
I'm kinda young, son, a fly forty
The Reverend cold shittin' on shorty
Did it to shorty pop
And gave him like ten in his jaw piece
Remember this sayin': "Staten
Island Gun Slayers" it's mayors, all gauges
Minimum wage the raises like to Rock
Niggas be killin' me
Actin' like they ain't feelin' me
Knowin' they bustin' them guns
With my artillery
Usin' my words as if it's his and hers
That's that shit that make me
Not wanna pass the herb the fake artist
I'm coming Razor Sharp regardless
I bump lah, sowed of liquor, light and spark
Make it crunk live
The dirty dirty try and serve me
Like black folks in scary
Movies: you die early
Tony Toca, Meth Tical, vida loca
Esta loca, if she think I eat the chocha
Ma, toss the, smoke ya, win free
(Winfrey) like Oprah
And un-hoast that roast, your meat
For the butcher
Licky lost ya, don't even come a step closer
When I approach a track
I slam like my culture
Chill with the feedback, black
We don't need that
GZA told you it's a "Cold World"
Where ya heat at?
Like to Rock
Hots on the shit, just so we can lock horns
Throw a package in the streets
Get the block warm
Something happens when we meet
Hit the block strong
Get it poppin' in your face
Taste the popcorn
Now that we back on track, can't lose
My back gets huge, bitches Moulin Rouge
The way I move, the Cadillac, so smooth
Battle rap improve shit, light the fuse
Bruised off the booze liquor, doozy kicker
The dynamite style
Shinin' lights still flicker
Wu Tang stickers is a nuclear reaction
Tony Touch scratch the table
RZA on the back end
Pure, the talent, yes, yours truly
The brand combination of jazz
Class and beauty
Here to do my duty, up another notch
The gospel according to rap is mega watts
Agenda never stop, dead center, mega hot
Go mop it up, go cop it when it drops
Woman, you sure like to Rock
Haha, come on over here
Give me all Gucci colors
My niggas get real for brothers
We idolize big lines and nines
Jumping out of big joints live, projects
Lot of objects, front if you want
You gon' die lex with a sawed off
Killah gonna tax him in the Waldorf
All bloodhounds, pop, show it off
Actin' like that money ain't live
Built it from the getty-up
New York City gonna fry
Aiyo, son, I take mines, rape lines
Yeah, I'm realer than Rikers
Who orchestrate great crimes
Jump out the Lex', lookin' zesty, real Nestle
What, picture nigga, except bless me
God, I'm high powered, gun of the hour
Crafted Flowers
Give it the blend, double it
And blow like the Towers
All ya'll need to take showers
Can't take what's ours, pa
Been sellin' crack, been sellin' crack
Been sellin' crack, livin' the black
Revealin' how we flip that, strip cats
We write rich raps help out the body
Me, similar to the Gotti story
I'm kinda young, son, a fly forty
The Reverend cold shittin' on shorty
Did it to shorty pop
And gave him like ten in his jaw piece
Remember this sayin': "Staten
Island Gun Slayers" it's mayors, all gauges
Minimum wage the raises like to Rock
Niggas be killin' me
Actin' like they ain't feelin' me
Knowin' they bustin' them guns
With my artillery
Usin' my words as if it's his and hers
That's that shit that make me
Not wanna pass the herb the fake artist
I'm coming Razor Sharp regardless
I bump lah, sowed of liquor, light and spark
Make it crunk live
The dirty dirty try and serve me
Like black folks in scary
Movies: you die early
Tony Toca, Meth Tical, vida loca
Esta loca, if she think I eat the chocha
Ma, toss the, smoke ya, win free
(Winfrey) like Oprah
And un-hoast that roast, your meat
For the butcher
Licky lost ya, don't even come a step closer
When I approach a track
I slam like my culture
Chill with the feedback, black
We don't need that
GZA told you it's a "Cold World"
Where ya heat at?
Like to Rock
Hots on the shit, just so we can lock horns
Throw a package in the streets
Get the block warm
Something happens when we meet
Hit the block strong
Get it poppin' in your face
Taste the popcorn
Now that we back on track, can't lose
My back gets huge, bitches Moulin Rouge
The way I move, the Cadillac, so smooth
Battle rap improve shit, light the fuse
Bruised off the booze liquor, doozy kicker
The dynamite style
Shinin' lights still flicker
Wu Tang stickers is a nuclear reaction
Tony Touch scratch the table
RZA on the back end
Pure, the talent, yes, yours truly
The brand combination of jazz
Class and beauty
Here to do my duty, up another notch
The gospel according to rap is mega watts
Agenda never stop, dead center, mega hot
Go mop it up, go cop it when it drops
Woman, you sure like to Rock
Haha, come on over here