Knowledge God Lyrics by Raekwon

Knowledge God Lyrics

    Intro: raekwon, ghostface

    *sniff* *drumbeat* *long sniff*
    Plug, *sniff* word yo
    *snort* word yo, *s-snort* youknowhati'msayin?
    *sniff* you know, you know we had the baddest motherfuckin
    *long sniff* unit back in the days, kid!
    No doubt, no doubt, i know that son, i know that
    You know that, you know what i'm sayin?
    I miss all my niggaz, though, believe me
    And i'll never forget none of them
    Word up, word up
    Stovetop, roofside, you know what i'm sayin
    I had these motherfuckin, all these wild-ass niggaz man
    You know what i'm sayin, lb?
    Yeah yeah yeah yeah
    Shit is wild overall, youknowhati'msayin god?
    Yeah yeah yeah yeah
    Word up, youknowhati'msayin?
    You know how we do, word up
    So you let my shit go on the count of three, though
    Youknowhati'msayin?

    Verse one: raekwon

    Fake niggaz throw shit in they drinks
    Club nights we snatch linx politic, africans and chinks
    While world of sport niggaz snort coke by the seconds
    Niggaz projects filled with fiends injectin
    Morphine, the god seen more cream, and upstate
    Cousin reek, almost got hit with fourteen
    Chill pah, the god'll be a star when you come home
    Light bones and let you rock my 3g stone
    So, see cousin, yo i was workin, cats i'm jerkin
    And uptown these niggaz actin like they hurtin
    Keys twenty-four a brick
    Columbians be on some bullshit, that's why poppy got hit
    Stay tuned, word up, i hope to see you in june
    By the way, i seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room
    Skeyed up, weed the fuck up, to top it off
    Look beat up, with two crack fiends huggin your seed up
    I took care of that, though, but don't worry bout it
    I got your back though

    Chorus: raekwon

    Yo why's my niggas always yellin that broke shit
    Let's get money son, now you wanna smoke shit
    Chill god, yo the son don't chill allah
    What's today's mathematic son? knowledge god

    Verse two: raekwon

    Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in gravesmere
    Hit a store owner named mike lavonia
    Italiano, slanted-eyed bangin them fat milano
    Selling coke right out the bottle
    Sometime, a nigga brought nines to test with minds
    Crazy peace, buying keys in greece
    Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures
    Condo with his chick, rockin the gold vigor
    Mafia flicks, tyin up tricks was his main hobby
    Teachin his seed, wu-tang karate
    Mixin drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks
    Night time rollin with spics
    Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank
    Took sixteen shots in his fist to bank
    And his pet piranha, he named him marijuana
    Smokin ganja, callin his weed paisandra
    Claimin new york was ancient babylon
    Where the sky stayed the color of grey, like her-on
    I can't front though, truck loads of indo
    Soon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-hoe

    Chorus 2x
    *pause*
    Chorus

    Outro: raekwon

    Yeah uh huh, uh huh, miami niggaz
    Word up, show your love
    Yeah y'all, yeah y'all, yeah
    Word up, london, europe, africa
    Word up, the fifty-two states, yeah
    Catch me later, word up, yeah, yeah
    About to make moves and slide like grease
    Moves and slide like grease
    Moves

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