Raekwon — Knowledge God

[Intro] Plug Word, yo (Know what I'm sayin'?), word (Yo) Know what I'm saying? You know— You know we had the baddest motherfuckin' (No doubt, no doubt) Unit back in the days kid (I know that son, I know that) You know that (You know I know that), know what I'm saying? (Know what I'm saying?) I miss all my niggas, though, believe me, and I'll never forget none of 'em (Word up, word up, know what I'm sayin?) Su, Tyrese, Size, you know what I'm saying? (Rob, you know what I'm saying?) Eddie, motherfuckin'— all them wild-ass niggas, man (Yeah, yeah) You know what I'm saying? (I hear you) L, yo, man (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Shit is wild, though, God, you know what I'm saying God? (Tyrese, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Word up, you know what I'm saying? (Powerful, word up, word up) So you let my shit go at the count of three, though, you know what I'm saying? (Take your time, take your time) [Verse 1] Fake niggas throw shit in they drinks Club nights we snatch links, politic, Africans and Chinks Wide World of Sport niggas snort coke by the seconds Niggas projects filled with fiends injecting morphine The God seen more cream, and upstate Cousin Reek, almost got hit with fourteen Chill, pa, the God'll be a star when you come home Light bones and let you rock my 3G stone So, see cousin, yo, I was working, cats I'm jerking And uptown these niggas acting like they hurting Keys 20 for a brick Colombians be on some bullshit, that's why papi got hit Stay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June By the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room Skied up, weaved the fuck up, to top it off Look beat up with two crack fiends hugging your seed up I took care of that, though, but don't worry 'bout it I got your back, though [Chorus] Yo, why's my niggas always yelling that broke shit? Let's get money son, now you wanna smoke shit Chill, God, yo, the son don't chill, Allah What's today's mathematics, son? Knowledge God [Verse 2] Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Grasmere Hit a store owner named Mike Lavogna Italiano, slanted-eye, banging a fat Milano Selling coke right out the bottle Sometime a nigga bought nines to test with mines (Sit back, relax) Crazy piece, buying keys in Greece Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dough figures Condo with his chick, rocking the gold vigor Mafia flicks, tying up tricks was his main hobby Teaching his seed Wu-Tang karate Mixing drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks Night time rolling with snakes Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank Sixteen shots in his fish tank And his pet piranha, he named him Marijuana Smoking ganja, calling his weed pipe Sandra Claiming New York was ancient Babylon Where the sky stayed the color of grey, like heron I can't front though, truck loads of Indo Soon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-ho [Chorus] Yo, why's my niggas always yelling that broke shit? Let's get money son, now you wanna smoke shit Chill, God, yo, the son don't chill, Allah What's today's mathematics, son? Knowledge God Yo, why's my niggas always yelling that broke shit? Let's get money son, now you wanna smoke shit Chill, God, yo, the son don't chill, Allah What's today's mathematics, son? Knowledge God Yo, why's my niggas always yelling that broke shit? Let's get money son, now you wanna smoke shit Chill, God, yo, the son don't chill, Allah What's today's mathematics, son? Knowledge God [Outro] Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, Miami niggas Word up, show your love Yeah y'all, yeah y'all, yeah Word up, London, Europe, Africa Word up, the fifty-two states, yeah Catch me later, word up, yeah, yeah About to make moves and slide like grease Moves and slide like grease