Raekwon — Black Mozart

[Kung Fu sample] "Stupid fool, you're forcing me to kill you!" [Intro: Raekwon] Yeah You know how it go Fresh from the Stationary Hall of Justice Real rhyming Real movement, real life Word up, we just chilling Ten bottles of Krug on the wall Know what I'm saying? Straight up, for real Yo, RZA, talk to these niggas, man, let's go, man, for real Yo, Rah, what up? Let's go! [Hook: RZA & Tash Mahogany & Raekwon] You better get that money, no matter what you do Yeah, gangsta shit, groovy shit Raw shit, secret indictment shit You gotta get that money and represent your crew Yeah, secret indictments Be careful, niggas, for real, let's go And keep it true [Verse 1: Raekwon] As reaper stay sprayed, still niggas is smoked Four in his pocket, a diamond'd-up chain and some coke Champion hood, the goodies in a brown bag, by the radiator Near the cookies and the bundles of dope Fishscalers, I live in elevators and gross All this paper, profit make her lay there and post With them Adidas that Bruce wore, stay in the juice bar All I know, if you saw me, you thought I was broke, Black, yo I been hustling since niggas was busting guns And scuffling, and jumping niggas over some coats We play the S&S rooftop, Latin Quarter, Polo popes Who hung out with all the Eighthers and GOATs [Hook: RZA & Tash Mahogany & Inspectah Deck] You better get that money, no matter, what you do You gotta get that money, and represent your crew Yo RZA, you crazy, man! Ouuuu! This that "Black Mozart" shit right here (Ouuuu!) And keep it true [Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] Yo, I used to scramble hard, radio strapped to the handlebars Fifty deep in the lobby, large, rocking camouflage Dark Caesar holding my nuts, played the building front Fifth of Henny, throw a little snow in the blunt Just growing up, schooled by OGs, holding Os and up Daily, new drama unfold—"They popped him over what?" It's so rough—nobody know him, so what? "Ayo, the money's close by, homie, show me the stuff" Borough-hopping, copping bricks, bags, burners, and kicks City slickers, circling the strip, working them tricks Like Friday night, cruise in the coupe, new volure suit Fruit-flavored kicks, taking flicks out in 40-Deuce Farmer jeans, hammer swing, tucked in the loop How they hit Ms. Fisher, they was busting that suit Up in 54, underground, parrot and Q Made man with the grey shams, wrapping the boo Stay flam, every day, fam, stacking my loot Eighty grams in the cake, bam, packages flew Sipping passionfruit, Alizé, in back of The Ooh [Bridge: RZA] We soldiers, boy, we soldiers Bake cakes, hundred dollar bill holders We soldiers, boy, we soldiers Bighead, I thought I told you We soldiers, boy, we soldiers Bake cakes, hundred dollar bill holders Bighead, I thought I told you We soldiers, boy, we soldiers [Hook: RZA & Tash Mahogany] You better get that money, no matter, what you do You gotta get that money, and represent your crew And keep it true