Knowledge God Lyrics

Knowledge God lyrics

Intro: Raekwon Ghostface

*sniff* *drumbeat* *long sniff*
Plug *sniff*
word yo
*snort* word yo *s snort* YouknowhatI'msayin?
*sniff* You know
you know we had the baddest motherfuckin
*long sniff* unit back in the days
kid!
No doubt no doubt I know that Son I know that
You know that you know
what I'm sayin?
I miss all my niggaz though believe me
And I'll never
forget none of them
Word up, word up
Stovetop, Roofside, you know what
I'm sayin
I had these motherfuckin, all these wild-ass niggaz man
You
know what I'm sayin, LB?
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Shit is wild overall,
youknowhatI'msayin God?
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Word up,
youknowhatI'msayin?
You know how we do, word up
So you let my shit go on
the count of three, though
YouknowhatI'msayin?

Verse One:
Raekwon

Fake niggaz throw shit in they drinks
Club nights we snatch
linx politic, Africans and chinks
While World of Sport niggaz snort coke by
the seconds
Niggaz projects filled with fiends injectin
Morphine, the God
seen more CREAM, and upstate
Cousin Reek, almost got hit with
fourteen
Chill Pah, the God'll be a Star when you come home
Light bones
and let you rock my 3G stone
So, see cousin, yo I was workin, cats I'm
jerkin
And uptown these niggaz actin like they hurtin
Keys twenty-four a
brick
Columbians be on some bullshit, that's why Poppy got hit
Stay
tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June
By the way, I seen your bitch, she
was up in this cat's room
Skeyed up, weed the fuck up, to top it off
look
beat up, with two crack fiends huggin your seed up
I took care of that,
though, but don't worry bout it
I got your back though

Chorus:
Raekwon

Yo why's my niggas always yellin that broke shit
Let's get
money Son, now you wanna smoke shit
Chill God, yo the Son don't chill
Allah
What's today's mathematic Son? Knowledge God

Verse Two:
Raekwon

Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in
Gravesmere
Hit a store owner named Mike Lavonia
Italiano, slanted-eyed
bangin them fat Milano
Selling coke right out the bottle
Sometime, a
nigga brought nines to test with minds
Crazy peace, buying keys in
Greece
Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures
Condo
with his chick, rockin the gold vigor
Mafia flicks, tyin up tricks was his
main hobby
Teachin his seed, Wu-Tang karate
Mixin drinks in clubs, hairy
chest with many minks
Night time rollin with spics
Extra live, he claimed
he couldn't die, top rank
Took sixteen shots in his fist to bank
And his
pet piranha, he named him marijuana
Smokin ganja, callin his weed
paisandra
Claimin New York was ancient Babylon
Where the sky stayed the
color of grey, like her-on
I can't front though, truck loads of indo
Soon
to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-hoe

Chorus
2X
*pause*
Chorus

Outro: Raekwon

Yeah uh huh, uh huh, Miami
niggaz
Word up, show your love
Yeah y'all, yeah y'all, yeah
Word up,
London, Europe, Africa
Word up, the fifty-two states, yeah
Catch me
later, word up, yeah, yeah
About to make moves and slide like
grease
Moves and slide like grease
Moves