Knuckleheadz Lyrics by Raekwon The Chef

Knuckleheadz Lyrics

    Intro:

    [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 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 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
    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 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
    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? fuck it man
    *car squeels and crashes twice*

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