Knuckleheadz Lyrics

Knuckleheadz lyrics

Intro:

[Raekwon]
One for you, one for me
Two for you, one-two for
me
Three for you...
[Ghostface]
What? I'll smack fuck out ya
Smack
fire out your fuckin ass, what the fuck you think this is man?
Get the fuck
up outta here man
[Raekwon] So yo matter of fact, the man is
back
[Ghostface] Think my head is madder than fuckin fire
[Raekwon] Shit
aight, this ain't even enough burn right here
This ain't
enough
[Ghostface] Fuck it man
[Raekwon] We gonna shoot right over
there
And yo them niggaz got the big CREAM over there
So just
chill
[Ghostface] So let's do this the fuck up, roll up like tropical
kid
Don't play me like I got a flowerpot head kid
Just chill
man
[Raekwon] On the real let's go get this money fast Son
I know how we
gotta do this kid
*shots fire*
[Ghostface] Scrungy-head
motherfucker

Verse One: Raekwon the Chef

Lay on the crime scene,
sippin fine wines
Pullin nines on, UFO's, takin they fly clothes
They
eyes closed, we gettin loot
No doubt, check the word of mouth, unheard
about
Guns go off and now a murder bout
I'm out
My raps play the part
like a Get Smart secret agent
in a maze and, styles blazin, Johnny Blaze and
Tony Starks in a daze and
rhymin, my nigga Lou Diamond will wrap it up
We
like Meth to go and fuck with Noodles
Havin them poodles on the lockdown
buyin me
Amarett-ahs, and chewables, stackin pharmecuetical
Rap niggaz on
dust and wools
Yo, I told you, some kill rob and fold
The gold's untold,
fuck it it beats parole
So stroll marvelous, soul controller
of the whole
globe, god damn I got it sewn
And yo, whattup pop, pop the suitcase
high
And we can talk, you can walk out the fuckin building
And get
caught, save the fully inflatable
Rap relatable, drug relatable
Niggaz
here to play with you
A hundred dollar Rottweiler goes to spot
sellers
Guns and glocks go to niggaz who got props
on top, jail niggaz
get mad bigger
And yo, mail a guy about a hundred pictures
Word to momma,
this rap wonderama team got drama
Comma, plus smoke realize marijuana
Chef
may resign to boat across the Farasana
Immaculate plus all my guns so
accurate
They get CREAM and the cuisine in Queens
I told you, money
stated with the night beams, and two rings

Crazy fat, gettin ready to do
this shit
[Ghostface] Sniff mad shit man, what the fuck
*car peels and
crashes*

Verse Two: Ghostface Killer

Who's the Knucklehead,
wantin respect?
Chop his fingers in the drug game, money well known
Lead
singer, humdinger, flash is the aftermath
Here's his photograph
Run up in
his lab, take off the mask Chaz and think fast
Don't laugh, bag the cash,
grab the hash, don't forget his stash
Grab the tear gas, and place it in his
face fast
The full blast
...
Then skate to the next state
Further
upstate, I heard they got crazy weight
Bagged up by the gates, in crates
like disco breaks
Yo look out for Jakes, give it all it takes
Let's burn
the place before we motivate
Yo Blake, niggaz don't fink, rape his
mate
if the bitch scream, for God's sake, grab the grey tape
It's by the
plate, with the blow crushed up with the flakes
Killer snakes, four bodies
found floatin in lakes
Drug related, paper talkin bout the kids who didn't
make it
Hits without a trace, never seen the Big C Rae and
Ghostface
Congratulations Chef, let's celebrate and sip an
eighth

Verse Three: U-God

The rap scar is on rap chrome
Put it
on seal it on, we're silicone
Spark it on your Talkathon
This rap
phenomenon, to word is bond to the arms
Hit me on the hip and horns, rap
chaperone
Scars tone, bar clones, war tones, raw tones
Blowin out the
door, bones but
Your rap's fraudulent, float in these rap quarter
inches
Reinforced with suspense, be on your rap sword defense
These
microphone professional, sensational
Fully operational, I got NIGGAZ here to
play with you
You know the steez you know my whole program
Brothers from
the No-Lands, all we want is the G's
guns and grams, livin fat like the
Hoffa
Mafia, sippin eatin pastas
Layin in the house tellin the seeds
about the sagas
Before we got Germanic and thoughts got sporadic
We
grabbed golden tablets and quick guarded the Abbots
Slugs hit the belly put
tones into the telly
Sucker tried to knock me out the box like skelly
I
smoke the weed dreams I drop top two degrees
Honeydips spendin G's on nails
and hair weave
The crime boss, takin no loss, excessive force
We can play
the A-Train, back of the iron horse

Yo man, knahmsayin? Fuck it
man
*car squeels and crashes twice*