Raekwon - Heat Rocks lyrics

[Intro:] Fire in your face Time to take these streets again you heard No more playing man, I want it. (Chef) [Chorus:] It was a Friday everybody was caken'n And the house was shake'n and the beats was bang'n And it won't be long that everybody know'n That DJ brought the heat rocks That DJ brought the heat rocks That DJ brought the heat rooooocckks (Let's go) Come, Get some, You little bum I bake the cake but you can't get a crumb From, Get physical, Lyrical, Spiritual Ultimate, And all that good sh** I love brag'n, Gots to rag it, Flash the dragon Back in nine-five with the wagon Create drama when I hunt for cream And I pack em in mean, My sweet sixteen Is fly, My vibe is live, I gots to ride A smoke a bone you know it when Cochise died Hell up in Harlem, Note to Staten When n***as do hits rock sixes black man The black brand, Wu-Tang Clan, I smack hands Then drive through the Hammerstein, Fronts and black bands Cool'n, School'n, Everything around me Might fire one off in clique's around me I won't stand it, Dammit, Murder the planet I more like a sign man, My coke just landed You know, Get money n***a, The fly poet Who only write rhymes and the track exploded [Interlude:] Ayo, Come see me man, Come see me I'm back up baby Whatever you need, Come on man, Word up Don't bring no people I don't know man [Chorus] Back again, Son put the fronts back in Fresh like a new wash or gla** of gin I got many kins ready to hit n***as Plenty men, Blend with a new spaceship, That's what's in Caught a whirl when Shallah sh** drop Crys pop, Got Barrack with me, Come get me, Ashy glock You know it's cool even if I flop Ain't no more real n***as left I just sit in the box With all the fliest, Livest, Multi-buyers n***as eat money up, Most yall liars Catch the kid in Hawaii tired New-New Roll, You talking to my hoe you fired Superstar Keyon quite When I talk got every burroughs in a smash cause I am The greatest, Pay this, Latest, Famous painters say this Two more strong for your play list New Yorker, Hulker, Call me Orca Army jacket down to the floor I soak you up This is a master cla**ic rap sh** Play at five in the morning, Get the gun and mask kit Smoke like an Indian, Pa** it And I'm not stopping no more, That's it your a** is lit [Chorus] [Outro:] Yeah, Uhh huh, Yeah, You know it ain't over n***a It's going down again baby, For real, For Real I'mma come see you soon alright, Word up Yall know who you are, Word up, I want it For real, Chef, Yeah, The builder burgers n***a We want in