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Knuckleheadz

This song is by Raekwon, features Ghostface Killah and U-God and appears on the album Only Built 4 Cuban Linx... (1995).

(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 clothe 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
Off 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 Verrazano
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
At full blast
...
Then skate to the next gate further upstate
I heard they got crazy weight, bagged up by the kegs 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 fake, 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 throne, war tones, raw tones
Blowin' out the door bones but your rap's fraudulent
Plug 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*

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