Raekwon - You Might Die lyrics

[Raekwon:] Yo, at night time, reflection from the mural Federal bureau with ikes, did it all our lives We Swiss bankers, cream making in Australia Floss whales, we live, men, plus the son of the Mahalias Gold plated horse with the wooden face, catch me up grace Iceberg blanket, Queen Cheeba sheets The Giganti's, paparazzi nazi, elbow money Invisible glaciers, laying over rastas Let the stars know, the crescent is the blessing We came here to show and prove, make moves, for every dollar in the groove Rhymes that's imported, wore platinum kitchens and sh** n***as gave b**hes, most got extorted [Doo Wop:] Yo, aqua swiss iceberg wrist, the chocolate swiss miss Love the Spanish kid, with the Starburst twist Marvelous, with the '59, 50 fitteds, matching the kicks That's crispier than Saint Nicolas fish Do take, n***as slipping the disk, Wop and Rae world premiere sh** Like Sermon and Smith, homey, my sermom is swift I got them powerful verse, that if This was a church, the'll give a cripple person a lift And now he crip walking, I ain't just talking I do this thing often, ask Kenyon Martin Last week, I gave his chain a bone And told him, take this with you to Boston (the kid's awesome) [Chorus x2: Raekwon] From every borough to borough, every castle to castle We connect, put it down, and we ask you Real n***as rapidly past you, mumbling, come on Standing right in front of the building, son, n***a, you might die [Doo Wop:] Yo, I came across the Verrazano, to polly with Mr. Polly, himself Plus I need a pair of wally's with the cheddar melt Goat snake skin to coincide with the belt It's doe or die, baby, like Sosa, hold your penny up high [Raekwon:] Aiyo, inkless colorless Aston, toast, n***a, post One of the finest made taylors to sow My medicine's growth, young popes, greatest of all time Spoke, who drove off, had sixty horses on post It's automatic magic, thirty kangols Understand, fabric spray at f*ggots, close The legacy's dying, fakers approach, hit him with the hater soap Clap at your gators and snatch your hoe [Doo Wop:] It's the 2 double 0 3, version of the Cold Crush And Force MC's, I'm bout to force mc's To get their weight up, yo Rae, I'm a DJ, and I'm still telling Rap cats, to step they game up, ain't that some sh**, playa? [Interlude: Raekwon] Hahaha, yeah bulletproof armor tank sh**, n***a P-9 material only, real n***as, Sing Sing style Word up [Chorus x2]