Can It All Be So Simple (remix) Lyrics

Can It All Be So Simple (remix) lyrics

Intro: Raekwon, Ghost

So that's it kid, youknowhatI'msayin? Right here,
lights out
Yo yo hold up let me talk to this cat
Yo kid, whattup Starks,
whattup?
Ay ay, whassup? Whassup baby?
Ay yo yo yo kid, ay yo yo
I
just seen this kid over there over there, right over there
while you're,
while you're filmin that shit
I know he ain't down with your
team
Who?
Don't know, some sk-skinny lookin, big-head nigga,
youknowhatI'msayin?
That nigga ain't fuckin with heads though
YO SON, I
just seen five fiends around a nigga Son
Fuck, we gotta, we gotta
go
C'mon fuckit, let's go over there, I'ma show this nigga right
Hold up
wait up wait up, jiggy comin
Three deep niggaz
Fuck
Think niggaz don't
know what the fuck's goin on
Come on, come on, right over here
Right
on
There they go, right there
That's them right there kid
That
cat?
Word up
Aiyyo kid?
You're right behind him
What the fuck is
you doin man huh? Huh?
[The fuck you talkin to?]
Talkin to you
man!
Talkin to you what?
[You ain't talkin to me]
What the fuck you
talkin about?
Yo, open your hand man, what the fuck is that in your hand
man?
[What? Huh?]
*fight ensues*
*smack* What the fuck, the fuck I
say?
Aiyyo c'mere! C'mere!
Motherfu...
C'mere
Yeah it's my shit, my
shit
Get up
Yo grab that nigga, grab him
*gun fires*
Yo shit! *gun
fires* Move Son! Move! *gun fires repeatedly* Move move!
Go ahead! Get him!
Ohh shit!
Ohh shit, ohh shit, yo
Yo man, yo Son I'm hit
Man Son, I'm
hit
Yo Son?
Son I'm hit
Damn Son, you bleedin Son, bad Son
Aiyyo
grab this grab this take this take this
Take this take this, I'ma go over to
God's house 'fore the cops come
I'ma throw this shit away man
Go ahead
Son, go ahead Son, just go ahead
Man fuck that, man seventeen Son
Yo
Son
Get the fuck outta here man
Damn Son
Go ahead man, I'm dying go
ahead
Hold that shit Son
Yo, go ahead go ahead, nigga try to assassinate
me man...

Intro: Raekwon the Chef

It's the remix Son
Can it
be, act like you know
Check it

Verse One: Ghostface Killer

Yo,
check what happened out of state
I'm knocking off a half-a-cake Cash Rule,
flying at a fast rate
I smoke the black dust kept my hands clutched, I'm
fallin in lust
Spore plush I played my hand like a royal flush
Baggy
jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty woman
I put it in him, shot up in him, deadly
venom
I hung around the big time bosses
Illegal force exchange thoughts,
showing love to all my sources
Spades tried to bag me, like Cagney, and
Lacey
Chef had that bitch Stacey slippin in Macy's
I dose off, catch a
flashback on how I got trapped
and got licked like Papsy in a mob flick I
got hit
Stumblin holdin my neck to the God's rest
Opened flesh burgundy
blood colored my Guess
Emergency trauma, black teen headed for
surgery
Can it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me?
I should've
stayed in Job Corp, but now I'm a outlaw
Ray Cartegna, carry a fo'-fo'
nigga

Chorus:

{Can it be that it was all so simple
then?}
Dedicated to the Gods and Earths
Dedicated to babies who came feet
first
Dedicated to Up North and down state
Dedicated to rich niggaz who
sell weights
Dedicated to projects with black kids
Dedicated to man who
build pyramids

Word up! What the fuck yo?
We taking you on another
chamber
Word up son, you know how we be on it
Yeah it's real
Show
these crabs how to rhyme man
I think it's time to bless them, word
up
Bulletproof
First chamber
Yo Chef yo

Verse Two:
Raekwon

It started off on the Island, AK Shaolin niggaz wildin
Old
folks scream : stop the violence!
True layin up yo, watchin these crack
niggaz
Playin nuff crap games for what see?
Back in days, crime pays in
mad ways
Sportin Tommy Hil with caves 360 waves
And no searchin for loose
ends, now flex 300 Benz
Mad 10's with mad diamonds
Now that's the life of
the good life, sometimes niggaz act trife
I paid the price throughout my
hood life
Remember I got blasted, now that's in the past kid
God forbid I
lay in the casket
But now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed, mixed with
coke
I wash my mouth out with soap
And I got my act together, 'Lo sweaters
and better
and fat leather, so whatever, bring it on

{Can it be that
it was all so simple then?}

Outro:

Yeah, for real
Murderous
material stacked up
Peace to mazes, for real
Meditating on life
Gold,
word up y'all
Crazy fly, dedication, to my people
Word up, peace to all
my brothers that I ain't gonna see no more
Peace to brothers on the Island,
up North
Word up
Straight up, I love you boy, it's on like that
Word
up, word up
Peace to man woman and child
Word up
I got you covered
baby, I'm here for you
Project, check it
Projects peoples one
love
Keep your head clear, we out of here
We move in silence
Bad boys,
creating, the muderous stacks for your headpiece
Baldheads, braids,
blowouts
Yo
Fly chicks
It's the remix y'all
For real, the real
side
The RZA, check it
Razor blade sharp
Peace to the Clan
No other
producer can compare boy
WORD UP
Bring it, battle, beats all types of
shit
For real y'all