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Correct Spot Rusherz Lyrics
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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***
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