Raekwon – Spot Rusherz lyrics

Sounds*of the street Wu-Tang, St Ide's. commercial is in the background (this*
is a best guess based on what's heard underneath Rae's conversation) [Ghostface]
Who's the Wallabe kid dress, down could, never be Son Ricochet
daily hit the deli for a cold one May
I be blessed yes My? mic is like a laser beam That
blow between the bushes St, Ide's. and I the king of things [Cappadon]
Crack the bottle of the St Ide's. sippin, it's real And
thrillin will I drink, it and we only Too
be dope you, can't die them, peoples do lie And
if the street don't know you're, full of slang cane pain [Rza]
It was hot on, the spot so, I jetted up the block I
said ock, I'm, hot let's, go sit on the bay by the docks Of
the black I'm, fully packed always, got my Trojan Heads
got bottles open fill, my cup till flowin Conversation

*All*
that good s titYeah
Knowhati'msayin
you, come in you, come in lookin flavorful Word
Youknowhatimean
You? the whole s titof the whole night But
I've seen it though knowhati'msayin, Like? I seen it You
know my, G is too futuristic for that s titknowhati'msayin, Word?
did, you try to get a little swerve kid on Tried?
to man youknowhati'msayin, but, she was come pullin off Word
Word
Just?
come pullin off her as her drawers Worrrd
F
k**that b h***though knowhati'msayin, Shoulda? on, the real Yo
yo tonight feel like a n anusgonna get burnt Yeah
yeah It's
like you hear something tomorrow right Some
like yo blahzay, blahe It's
the wind I'm, tellin you Yeah
yeah word It's
the air I, can feel it It
feel hot it, feel feel hot at night and s titlike The
sun ain't even out Yo
the sun don't shine nobody knowhati'msayin, Lyrics?

Raekwon: Yeah

One-two
one-two, n, anusLine
for line line, for line How
we get down wit da rhyme Yo
it, be a line for line line, for line This
is how we get down Yeah
line, for line line, for line This
is how we get down Yo

Can! you feel me Storytellin?
rap Magellan I ain't tellin Them
ni z***ran in the spot for sellin Word
up pushed, up man, got mushed up Seen
him at a rap show actin like fat cat though Glasses
gold shinin, like a real big boy This
n anushad mega ice on Chips Ahoy Cat!
surrounded this, political brown kid All
out the wind yo my, man walked in Pullin
mints out son had mad clientele Order
me Cristal twice Kion chill, Watch!
them ni z***aiyyo, that clique's from outta state They
bubble weight in Far Rockaway with Blake Carrington You
know the kid with the most doe-getters And
terrors on fat s titclique they rock Lo sweaters That's
my man that's, my man too Call
him up on the strength of the Wu And
watch me game yo, grab the cell I
got a heist to pull off well At
the end of the week I'm, buyin you a L Lexus
n anusI, ain't talkin bout Hancock No
time for weed plus no time to get locked That
night up, in the staircase Cousin
had me laced out skeed, all outta my face We
gon' get dat cruchy chump for all of his lump Don't
try to front you, was sweatin this Hilfidiger Guess
who walked in - Abbott and his man from Farragut Confront
him wit the Ruger on his back walk, in black Where's
your man where's, the sky blue Land at Stop?
playin Wu in the back smacked, him wit the gat (Yo
money, said he be here in fifteen )!Stop
lyin wait, for the Millenia green to pull up He
got the Donna Karen s titon two, rings Six
carats a piece plus the chain swing Like
anchors on ships flooded wit all diamond chips Back
pockets two: clips - four-fifths wit rubber grips Layin
two, bottles of brass I was slayin Meditatin
red, dot be waitin for my payment Heard
the key in the lock cocked, the glock Turn
the lights out dip, behind the couch Kion
gag, his mouth Infra-redded
his head when he entered But
a soft Perry Ellis leather with Dorinda A
friend of Kion's, wife Kenya, the, b h***larger than life Yo
shorty, be fuckin mad Columbian ni z***F
k**it get, on the floor meet the black Lex Luthor Stripped
fast the, b h***had on Claiborne drawers Yo
Rae you, about to scrape her chill, Ghost Thought
for a second turned, around Threw
the nine in his meatloaf Yo
where's, the cash and the stash that's mixed I?
don't know Shot!
his hand he, started screamin like a b h***