Only Built 4 Cuban Linx

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 Smar

Yeah yeah I'm tired of doing this shit Aight word, aight I'ma set it Tell me how you feel man Yo son, check the fly shit son Sup cousin how you doin? Yo baby check it man I got a new connect son, for real man Fuck all this twenty-four brick shit man

Now yo yo, whattup yo, time is runnin out It's for real though, let's connect politic - ditto! We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases Word up, peace incarcerated scarfaces Thug related style attract millions Fans, they understand my plan

And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get Tony Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America Who wants to kill him? No information, say yes or no One point five million Alright, you get what you want, money's no object

Yo, first of all son, peep the arson Many brothers I be sparkin' and bustin' mad light inside the dark Call me dough snatcher, just the brother for the rapture I hand glide, holdin' on strong, hard to capture Extravagant, RZA bake the track and it's

Intro: Blue Raspberry Summer's dream inside Of how I'm gonna get mine I'm thinkin bou-owowow-out so many ways Of how to conquer, these raihahahahahny days... [You sang beautifully just now] [ I sang for him, and he isn't here] *birds craw and cackle*

Intro: Method Man (Johnny Blaze) Hey mom, can I have some money? The ice cream man is coming! Chorus: Watch these rap niggaz get all up in your guts French-vanilla, butter-pecan, chocolate-deluxe Even caramel sundaes is gettin touched And scooped in

Intro: Raekwon, Ghostface Yo what what, yo Exotic type shit Ninety-four, we must go to war fast With the pen and the pad God damn, shine like gold rims on Pathfinders Wu-Tang reclines, lamps, for the nine-squares kid Money clothes designer hoes and s

Yo, yo, Iron Chef (gracias) I need some of that, (slide through the back) Back of the store over here (just be easy and tell ya man to be cool) We got some culinary cats right here, we need you (we'll kill him if he fault) Ayo, rappers stepping to me

Fake niggas throw shit in they drinks Club nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and chinks While World of Sport niggas snort coke by the seconds Niggas projects filled with fiends injectin' Morphine, the God seen more CREAM, and upstate Cousin Ree