100 Rounds Lyrics by Raekwon

100 Rounds Lyrics

    Man: yo
    What up d? huh?
    You bought that from tower records?
    What's that, let me see that bag
    Get the fuck off, get the fuck off it
    Come here man, what the fuck i...(banging)
    Like that nigga, give me that man
    You dead on this purple tape nigga you dead on that
    Fuck outta here (gun cock)

    Raekwon: niggas think i can't sell five million?
    Ya'll niggas is mad
    Ya'll must not know the work i put in on this
    For real, that's for real for real (ha ha)
    Represent, flick it up all day nigga, immobilarity
    Ya'll know my work, this category is raw

    [raekwon]
    Aiyo slash your position
    Verbal mike physician
    Blow lines like chimes in the kitchen
    God should vega, straight up stomp that fake out
    What, he biting everything, biting his nuts
    We slang like champions
    Caught me in the outlet in hamptons
    Style it out
    Throwin four thousand out
    Swimsuit mammal get high
    Float flammable
    Drop off in a benz boat lampable
    Rear like hittin a deer
    Playin cuban linx movin in the chair, he got a ear
    No question all brolic guerillas stand up
    Whoever large throw a hand up
    Throw a grand up
    Let's like multiply
    Con-nect both sides, big shit low rides, ga-lide
    Everybody bump once
    Yo chef gonna throw ya'll niggas free lunch
    Hit the l twice, need it once
    Track be yelling like a whore
    Like a swelling on a sore
    Or this rap magellion on your jaw
    I'm a night freak,
    Boating on the weekends, ten a week
    Flows spray it like clinique
    Rich unique, bitch you weak
    Contact reek, we callin up leek
    Yo he famous like ali feet, yo mystical
    Rap larry davis with a pistol
    And dis you
    You a student, fuckin wit a principal

    Chorus(x2)
    Rollin like ten at a time
    Begin, love revolves around a thin line
    Go against this, send mine
    Lace you chase you down
    Let a hundred rounds race you
    Now you went from brolic to a facial

    [raekwon]
    Yo, ayo glass tree house
    Yo, fiendin like fuck in a green house
    Rush and cut, chain cream out
    Blow steam out
    Rare like guccis in ears
    Goose bears
    Skied up, loving all my deustch years
    Coat for broadway
    Hundred and 39th all day
    Got my chick rollin call her parle'
    20th century max like jail penitentiary
    Nikki barnes gon' lynch me
    What, fruit flavored nikes
    Benz 2000 the hype piece
    Send half my love out to white peeps
    Wu-tang emblem, success, make a nigga tremble
    Nine of us stand, nine resemble
    Filling out tax reports
    Look live up in guess shorts
    Bitches got love and support
    Yo, leather jacket, yellow
    Leather hat, mack it real mellow
    New york state of mind, crime othello
    Wild zoo of bitches, burrow that's staten
    Yo we actin, wud up we do that crack thing captain
    Still camaflouge jackets
    Mad rackets
    Out yo we cap shit, picture that nigga mashin

    Chorus(x2)

    [raekwon]
    Yo,aiyo blowin more reason
    For a season, wud up shortie jaw season
    Baltimore hall bleeding
    Take money, remember that ?dun gottori? son
    Dripped out in bahamas all bummy
    Gain you out patriot
    Portrait of my love mad shit
    Now we with things, the long gray shit
    Luke bitches in barook
    Cute big, fat bitches with luke
    Lex you need boots that switches
    Flights over iraq
    Ironing my hat out, and 'lax
    Connecting with diplomat cats
    Harlem hustle connect, iceberg varsity check
    Rimmin well ice drool off my dick
    Abe lincoln president suites, lay eventually
    Pinch me, i bought head from monica lewinsky
    Arrest that hoodlum
    Strong arm that the white gooden
    Faggot nigga frontin, knew he wouldn't
    Flexible impact rhymin professional
    We staked out eatin all side vegetables
    Prosperity rhymes, lines
    Casians and asians
    Let's blaze niggas with the shine

    Chorus(x2)

    Raekwon: yea word up, that's right ha ha
    Ya'll be loving my shit, yea all the real niggas
    Stand up, hey yo let me speak, let me speak
    Yo this a new year right here
    It's the 2 with the 3 zeros, here me?
    It's gonna get technical for real
    Let's play the game right
    It's jus a friendly game of baseball
    Ha feel me? hey yo santanna, yo
    Bring that suitcase in here kid
    Let's count that, where it came from?
    Where it came from? rollin like ten at a time...

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