Raekwon - Imagine This lyrics

[Intro: Raekwon, (8th Ward #1)] Get the f** outta here.. (Get the f** outta here, son!) (Word) Not them n***as, Cory Ak That's my n***a right there (What?) I knew you was gonna get on it The check writer that's right, n***a Son is nasty right there, he holdin the f** down Yeah, what? 8th Ward? You know them n***as is giants, yo Yo I'm get a pa** on you, hit me up [Raekwon] Yo, my technique wires n***a's jaws Take your's, we caked up playin boards The sword spinnin, rotary dice, white linen Invite women, chunks of ice on spinnin Money on the back hand, rackin pinion Stacked out, black civilian, chrome teeth, billions Uh, Kennedy money, twist the Don King Raise your arm, who rock a stockin cap? Calm, gritty songs Broadcast the line on you spark steakhouse Medowlark, he threw the eight out Threw his darts, don't play without Falcon in Atlanta with a bandana White b**hes fly, he threw a Santana blow thru Rose's Hanna Big Duke rockin right there, eye observin his grill Power silencers is real, eh yo Ak feed the block, drop teaspoons, feed em for slot Versace rag top bop, playin cops Air Max, Newdoff threw his suit off Pepsi paper, we can't paint em with the Lakers, Lakers Throw a retainer down, Cream Team deligators throw the flame out Polly popper with a large wop, eh yo, check it out... [Cory Ak] Yo, we makin power moves, sprayin power navigators Cash Rules, coast to coast, city to city See poppi flash, eight n***as, eight Jeeps and a stash fool And when the drama pop up, then they hara** you Run up on ya a** with all black ski masks, fool Cuz you naw on n***as a** like a cashew Iced down, platinum G-twelve when we blast thru Holigen lights, monitors in the dash, fool Politicin about this paper we gon keep gettin Mo rollies, more Jeeps, sittin, deep dishin Wishin, oh, one day, you're gon be sittin With Ak Father, makin moves out to San Quinten [Chorus: Cory Ak, (Raekwon)] When we speak, n***as listen like Evangelist (Known from New York, Philly to Los Angeles) With the Vibe Crack Entertainment back in this (Cory Ak and Raekwon, yo, imagine this) When we speak, n***as listen like Evangelist (Known from New York, Philly to Los Angeles) With the 8th Ward and Cream Team back in this (Cory Ak and Raekwon, yo, imagine this) [Raekwon] Yo, framin well on, dunn be jailin on songs He run with five live k**er whale cons Marketin, Jibar clothes on barkin Take it back, six-seven waves, shark skin Three-twenty wagons, flaggin down dragons Grab him, he got his paper in his pocket, let's have him Benz seagal, Ezekial chapters, sneak previews At you, catch the moment like a statue an*lyzin the figures, n***as pull bigger Tradin in vigors, mascarade, paid n***as Buenos dias, C.I, collect chicked casa Filas Yo, we own boats, rackin down 40 kilas [8th Ward #1] Yo, not tryin to blow, you f**in with a bartender Bird with navigation, y'all n***as get lost, players The utmost, pretty young thugs that pack toast And ain't afraid to cash the Filas and get close Somebody goin coast to coast like Van Andrews Throw that sh** on the vegetables We got more b**hes to cut thru Who you? I can't see you, y'all can't see me Cuz y'all n***as put on shows like WB's While my network ain't nuttin but Terantino flicks You know? Guns, money, b**hes and hot whips Hot sh**, nothin 'less spitten by Ben Franklin And your girl bathe me with her rongue [8th Ward #2 - ?Teddy?] Y'all n***as can't ready for Teddy to hop out of the Chevy Two guns, four clips, chips in the Benzy Forty-inch, Cuban heavy, I been down Can't come up, shine from sundown to sun-up Some clown'll run up, yappin his mouth 'Til Teddy pull out his six and smack in his mouth f** your car, catch Teddy, jackin your house Takin all your sh**, plus kidnappin your spouse While your a** still sleepin in bed Havin wet dreams about how you plan on stoppin Ted Little light-skin n***a, about a buck sixty-seven High five-ten but I pack a mac-eleven Chorus [Outro: Raekwon, (Cory Ak)] Yea, yea, y'all know it's real in the field (Imagine that) f** around and get your wig pealed (Ak Father, Raekwon) Yea, y'all know the mothaf**in M.O My n***a Ak (What? What?) 8th Ward, carry ya sword (What, n***a? 8th Ward, you heard? Louis Rich Lex Leonardo Raekwon Diamonds (Uh, what? What?) Let me tell y'all fake-a** Yo, son, you know you the illest I ain't even gonna say nothin no more Straight up, straight up Yo, check this out, huh? I'm goin up the block, right? I don't wanna f** with that thing right there I'ma get up with you in a minute, kid Word up (Cream Team, n***a) Oh yeah, oh yeah (Chef Raekwon, n***a) I'll see you in a minute, kid Keep everything right (Uh, Big Mook, n***a) Yea, yea.. *fades* (Ak Father 2000! Mr Ak Father is back!)