Raekwon Fuck Them Lyrics

Fuck Them Lyrics

Method Man:
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Fuck you

Chorus: 2x
What you wanna be
when you grow up
You wanna be thugs
You wanna be pranksters
You wanna
sell drugs
You wanna be gangsters
Thats what silly boys are made
of

Raekwon:
Aiyyo, aiyyo
Cool G's and forty seven
flavors
Display swade gators
We comin through
To blaze
neighbors
Meet mark and pardon me to heat mark
A dutch spark it
Lex
Leonardo arts profit
Apple cranberry mixed with crystal
Fan
worry
Desert mountain crib in the ground
We arsonists
One point five a
liter
Take a taste
Splash your heater
Smack your face twice
Clap
your sneakers
Shit is like a mission to Mars
Fishin' for bars
Takin'
whats ours
Knowledge the car Pa
Dont be stupid
Get a little
cash
Better swoop it
Throw it in the ground and recoup it
Next check
was best
Your family pack your shit
Get vexed
Leave a nigga standing
in a bag of leaves
Some niggas catch on later
Try to put them on they
haters
I met eighty of them niggas yo
Waitin' on the sidelines
droolin'
Some need schoolin'
Let me teach yo
And roll a student
what
Rule one
Yo respect if you lose son
Dont be big back about to
learn to move dunn
All hell to niggas in jails
With sharks in they
fishtanks
Now he come home he a whale
Wolves in the projo's, projo's
yo
We realer up in my shows yo
Middle finger five O's
Take time to
climb vines yo
Lay on the lines
Like Laury only lovin' Rae kind
Sun
splash cash layin like three bags of hash
Fully wrapped in a indian man's
stash

Method Man:
Aiyyo

Chorus: 2x

Raekwon:
Aiyyo,
get up
Lex should be braggin'
Get it up
Fuck shorty got cream in a
mean truck
Prop-ness she hollar like the Loch Ness
He large rock
this
Fresh Ferrari in a drop six
Fro's
Yo talkin about the dough on
his clothes
Glaze is crushed up pokin on rolls yo
Oh yeah and maybe
gettin' cream
See what I mean black queen
Stop actin' like crack fiends
an'
Brawl we wanna thank all of y'all
Play the wall hype
Checkin how
this lady walks stay hawkin'
Grab the remain, divorce (Uh)
Shame came to
yours
We like green
Rock the same gameplan, ours (Yo, Yo)

Method
Man;
Ladies and gentlemen
Your about to see
A pastime hobby about to
be
Takin' to the next degree
By M-E-TH and the bloody Chef
Boyardee
Watch out bitches is too nosey
Backhand slappin' the
phoney
Got to walk it off can't mosey
Who got you open up
Crack pipe
still smokin'
Face frozen
Coke straw stickin' out your nose and
D
Proposin' that you bleed on the Chef apron
My thing hold down the
play-pen
And say the nursery rhymes they makin
Come on now
Shits too
real
Fuck you and now your man feel
Time don't stand still for y'all
bitches
Wanna Big Ball
I got two for you to juggle in your jizzals
Im
losin' it now
Throw in the pieces like a jig-saw
Aiyyo
She
multi-colored like a rainbow
Mr. Meth and the Cuban Link kiddo
On tracks
we connect, politic ditto
Take that to that

Chorus: 2x