Knuckleheadz Lyrics
| Song | Knuckleheadz |
| Artist | Raekwon |
| Album | Only Built 4 Cuban Linx |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Diggs, Woods | |
| Intro： | |
| [raekwon] | |
| One for you, one for me | |
| Two for you, one-two for me | |
| Three for you... | |
| [ghostface] | |
| What? i'll smack **** out ya | |
| Smack fire out your ****in ass, what the **** you think this is man? | |
| Get the **** up outta here man | |
| [raekwon] so yo matter of fact, the man is back | |
| [ghostface] think my head is madder than ****in fire | |
| [raekwon] shit aight, this ain't even enough burn right here | |
| This ain't enough | |
| [ghostface] **** 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 **** 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 mother****er | |
| 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 **** 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, **** 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 ****in 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 **** | |
| *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? **** it man | |
| *car squeels and crashes twice* |
| zuo ci : Diggs, Woods | |
| Intro: | |
| raekwon | |
| One for you, one for me | |
| Two for you, onetwo for me | |
| Three for you... | |
| ghostface | |
| What? i' ll smack out ya | |
| Smack fire out your in ass, what the you think this is man? | |
| Get the up outta here man | |
| raekwon so yo matter of fact, the man is back | |
| ghostface think my head is madder than in fire | |
| raekwon shit aight, this ain' t even enough burn right here | |
| This ain' t enough | |
| ghostface 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 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 scrungyhead mother er | |
| 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 with noodles | |
| Havin them poodles on the lockdown buyin me | |
| Amarettahs, and chewables, stackin pharmecuetical | |
| Rap niggaz on dust and wools | |
| Yo, i told you, some kill rob and fold | |
| The gold' s untold, 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 in 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 | |
| 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: ugod | |
| 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 nolands, 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 atrain, back of the iron horse | |
| Yo man, knahmsayin? it man | |
| car squeels and crashes twice |
| zuò cí : Diggs, Woods | |
| Intro: | |
| raekwon | |
| One for you, one for me | |
| Two for you, onetwo for me | |
| Three for you... | |
| ghostface | |
| What? i' ll smack out ya | |
| Smack fire out your in ass, what the you think this is man? | |
| Get the up outta here man | |
| raekwon so yo matter of fact, the man is back | |
| ghostface think my head is madder than in fire | |
| raekwon shit aight, this ain' t even enough burn right here | |
| This ain' t enough | |
| ghostface 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 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 scrungyhead mother er | |
| 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 with noodles | |
| Havin them poodles on the lockdown buyin me | |
| Amarettahs, and chewables, stackin pharmecuetical | |
| Rap niggaz on dust and wools | |
| Yo, i told you, some kill rob and fold | |
| The gold' s untold, 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 in 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 | |
| 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: ugod | |
| 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 nolands, 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 atrain, back of the iron horse | |
| Yo man, knahmsayin? it man | |
| car squeels and crashes twice |
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