Cash Still Rulesscary Hours Lyrics

Cash Still Rulesscary Hours lyrics

[Raekwon] 



Shake them niggaz 



Scary hours no money out, smash the Guinness Stout 



Play the outfield, Lucille, switched cracks on shields 



She's a rich fiend, sacrifice her fam, shift them niggaz 



to Queens, Guess jeans she charged thirty-five beans 



Hit the cell phone, regulate with well known tone 



A Wally kingpin, who also slam and strike edition 



Whattup, Corleone smoke the bone Tone phone me 



Whattup he tried to slang there, address him with chrome only 



Grady with the gray beard, transport for him 



Rockin Nike at? Rastafarianburg, pipin that 



Switchin Benzes, ten carat nigga with gold lenses 



Frontin like he's sittin on a lump he's sittin on junk 



You wanna pull a heist, draw guns and robberies 



You wanna rock rep, step in yellow Wallabies 



Names arraigned, the century fox, little glocks 



Them niggaz with stocks, wail on your blocks 



Rich lifestyle, small like an ordinary white child 



But right now, Son is still shine, shed light now 



Breakdown, liquidate God, fuck it grab the nickel plate 



Spencer for Hire, tension when we mention Dryer 



He's a slave cop, behave pop 



Blue suits who bay stop us blow that cat 



at the Purple Haze spot 







[Method Man] 



I remember stickin fiends at the one-six-ooh 



when we was starvin, duckin five-oh, payin em dues 



Times is hard in the slums I'm from, they got us barred in 



We warrin and cage dodgin, rippin and robbin 



Got the NARC sabotagin, slippin cracks in 



your camoflougin, now you snitchin on the squadron 



That's somethin niggaz can't pardon 



City overrun by young gun with bad intention, and Wu-Wear garment 



So I see no need to mention, the potency 



of a sting from a killa bee, kickin the battery 



out the back of them wisecracks 



Distorted for your get high you hijack 



These friendly skies ain't for you, they for me and mine 



This the year of the grimy nigga, ragtime 



Keep these niggaz on the run, peep my Clan emblem 



Iron Lung ain't got to tell you where it's comin from 







Catch us swimmin with these sharks now, you rap villains 



(I feel the same way you niggaz feelin) 



We feel the same way you feelin, let it be known (let it be known) 



*together* What the blood clot you niggaz dealin, you crash dummies 



Cash rules, still don't nuttin move but the money 







[Ghostface] 



Aiyyo strongarm that kid right there with wavy hair 



Billy Johnson, snatched him out his whip in Times Square 



Took his Pumas, nameplate, dude lost weight 



Summer eighty-eight, started a fight, that can't wait 



Ask Dorothy, same kid pussy up in Marsey 



Blazin that Tad Rossi, up in the Marquis 



He lost like a hundred ounces, Jake rushed his houses 



Had him on the porch, ass no trousers 



This souped up, individual stuck, the new stuff 



Same kid cryin on the stand with Judge Cuffner 



Kissed him with art num it's three to nine style 



Before he left he flashin his face like Denzel 



Richard Dale took his Beaver, off the wall pullin his whip 



Mussy dropped and split his wig with the heater 



His safe butt was all fucked up, as he had me laughin 



God you see how he was laid out, in the grass 



with dirt in his mouth, Slim woke him up told him he wild out 



Blood leakin from his teeth he smiled like he gunned out 



Big bolo, stackin his shit financed a Volvo 



He copped his shit from a small, coffeeshop in SoHo 



He still pussy, he sell his dust up on the Lower East 



Posin like he rappin out...