Spot Rusherz Lyrics by Raekwon The Chef

Spot Rusherz Lyrics

    *sounds of the street, wu-tang st. ide's commercial is in the background*
    (this is a best guess based on what's heard underneath rae's conversation)
    [ghostface] who's the wallabe kid, dress down, could never be son
    Ricochet daily hit the deli for a cold one
    May i be blessed yes? my mic is like a laser beam
    That blow between the bushes, st. ide's and i the king of things
    [cappadon] crack the bottle of the st. ide's, sippin it's real
    And thrillin will i, drink it and we only
    Too be dope, you can't die, them peoples do lie
    And if the street don't know, you're full of slang cane pain
    [rza] it was hot, on the spot, so i jetted up the block
    I said, ock, i'm hot, let's go sit on the bay by the docks
    Of the black, i'm fully packed, always got my trojan
    Heads got bottles open, fill my cup till flowin

    *conversation*
    All that good shit
    Yeah
    Knowhati'msayin, you come in, you come in lookin flavorful
    Word
    Youknowhatimean? you the whole shit of the whole night
    But i've seen it though, knowhati'msayin? like i seen it
    You know, my g is too futuristic for that shit, knowhati'msayin?
    Word, did you try to get a little swerve kid on?
    Tried to man, youknowhati'msayin, but she was come pullin off
    Word
    Word?
    Just come pullin off her as her drawers
    Worrrd
    Fuck that bitch though, knowhati'msayin? shoulda, on the real
    Yo yo tonight feel like a nigga gonna get burnt
    Yeah yeah
    It's like you hear something tomorrow right
    Some like yo, blahzay blahe
    It's the wind, i'm tellin you
    Yeah yeah word
    It's the air, i can feel it
    It feel hot, it feel feel hot at night and shit like
    The sun ain't even out
    Yo the sun don't shine nobody, knowhati'msayin?

    Lyrics: raekwon

    Yeah
    One-two, one-two, nigga
    Line for line, line for line
    How we get down wit da rhyme
    Yo, it be a line for line, line for line
    This is how we get down
    Yeah, line for line, line for line
    This is how we get down

    Yo! can you feel me?
    Storytellin rap magellan i ain't tellin
    Them niggaz ran in the spot for sellin
    Word up, pushed up, man got mushed up
    Seen him at a rap show actin like fat cat though
    Glasses gold, shinin like a real big boy
    This nigga had mega ice on chips ahoy!
    Cat surrounded, this political brown kid
    All out the wind yo, my man walked in
    Pullin mints out son had mad clientele
    Order me cristal twice kion, chill!
    Watch them niggaz, aiyyo that clique's from outta state
    They bubble weight in far rockaway with blake carrington
    You know the kid with the most doe-getters
    And terrors on fat shit clique they rock lo sweaters
    That's my man, that's my man too
    Call him up on the strength of the wu
    And watch me game, yo grab the cell
    I got a heist to pull off well
    At the end of the week, i'm buyin you a l
    Lexus nigga, i ain't talkin bout hancock
    No time for weed plus no time to get locked
    That night, up in the staircase
    Cousin had me laced out, skeed all outta my face
    We gon' get dat cruchy chump for all of his lump
    Don't try to front, you was sweatin this hilfidiger
    Guess who walked in - abbott and his man from farragut
    Confront him wit the ruger on his back, walk in black
    Where's your man, where's the sky blue land at?
    Stop playin wu in the back, smacked him wit the gat
    (yo, money said he be here in fifteen!)
    Stop lyin, wait for the millenia green to pull up
    He got the donna karen shit on, two rings
    Six carats a piece plus the chain swing
    Like anchors on ships flooded wit all diamond chips
    Back pockets: two clips - four-fifths wit rubber grips
    Layin, two bottles of brass i was slayin
    Meditatin, red dot be waitin for my payment
    Heard the key in the lock, cocked the glock
    Turn the lights out, dip behind the couch
    Kion, gag his mouth
    Infra-redded his head when he entered
    But a soft perry ellis leather with dorinda
    A friend of, kion's wife, kenya, the bitch larger than life
    Yo, shorty be fuckin mad columbian niggaz
    Fuck it, get on the floor meet the black lex luthor
    Stripped fast, the bitch had on claiborne drawers
    Yo rae, you about to scrape her, chill ghost
    Thought for a second, turned around
    Threw the nine in his meatloaf
    Yo, where's the cash and the stash that's mixed?
    I don't know!
    Shot his hand, he started screamin like a bitch!

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