Raekwon — Spot Rusherz

[Skit: Raekwon & Ghostface Killah] *St. Ides Commercial* And all that good shit (Yeah) Know what I'm sayin', you comin'— You comin' lookin' flavorful, you know what I mean? (Word) You the— You the whole— You the whole shit of the whole night (Word) But I seen it, though, know what I'm sayin'? (You seen it, right?) Like a Zenith, you know? (Yeah, yeah) My G's too futuristic for that shit, you know what I'm sayin'? (Yeah, yeah) Word Yeah, she tried to get a little swerve kid on you? Tried to, man, know what I'm sayin'? But she didn't— she couldn't pull it off, man (Yeah) God (Right) She couldn't pull it off because the drawers, you know? (Word) Fuck that mess, though, you know what I'm sayin'? But, yo, though, on the real Yo, yo, tonight feel like a nigga get burnt, right? (Yeah, yeah) Feel like you hearin' something tomorrow, right? Something like "Yo, Flozzy Flozz" (It's the wind, I'm tellin' you) Yeah, yeah, word (It's the air, I can feel it) It feel hot, it feel— feel hot at night and shit, like the sun ain't even out (Word, it's like this—) Yo, the sun don't shine, though, but, you know what I'm sayin'? (Word) [Intro: Raekwon] Yeah, one-two, one-two, nigga Line for line, line for line, how we get down wit' the rhyme Yo, it be a line for line, line for line, this is how we get down Yeah, line for line, line for line, this is how we get down, yo [Verse: Raekwon] Can you feel me? Storytellin' rap Magellan, I ain't tellin' Them niggas ran in the spot for sellin' Word up, pushed up, man got mushed up Seen him at a rap show, actin' like Fat Cat, though Glasses gold, shinin' like a real big boy This nigga had mega ice on, chips ahoy Cats surrounded this political brown kid All out the wind, yo, my man walked in Pullin' mints out, son had mad clientele Ordered me Cristal twice, Kion, chill Watch them niggas, ayo, that clique's from outta state They bubble weight in Far Rockaway with Blake Carrington You know the kid with the most dough getters Anteras on fat shit, clique, they rock Lo sweaters That's my man, that's my man, too Call him up on the strength of the Wu And watch me game duke Grab the cell, I got a heist to pull off well At the end of the week, I'm buyin' you a L Lexus, nigga, I ain't talkin' 'bout Hancock No time for weed, plus no time to get locked That night, up in the staircase Cousin had me laced out, skied all outta my face We gon' get dat crunchy chump for all of his lump Don't try to front, you was sweatin' this Hilfiger, nigga Guess who walked in havin' it? His man from Farragut Confront him with the Ruger on his back, walk in, black Where's your man? Where's the sky blue Land at? Stop playin', Wu in the back, smacked him wit' the gat Yo, money said he'd be here in fifteen! He's not lyin', wait for the Millenia green to pull up He got the Donna Karan shit on, two rings Six carats a piece plus the chain swings Like anchors on ships flooded with all diamond chips Back pockets, two clips, four-fifths wit' rubber grips layin' Two bottles of brass I was slayin' Meditatin', red dot be waitin' for my payment Heard the key in the lock, cocked the Glock, turned the lights out Dipped behind the couch, Kion, gag his mouth Infrared at his head when he entered Butter soft Perry Ellis leather with Dorinda A friend of Kion's wife, Kenya, the bitch larger than life Yo, shorty be fuckin' mad Colombian niggas Fuck it, get on the floor, meet the black Lex Luthor Strip fast, the bitch had on Claiborne drawers "Yo, Rae, I'm about to scrape her", chill, Ghost Thought for a second, turned around, threw the nine in his meatloaf Yo, where's the cash and the stash that's mixed? "I don't know", shot his hand, he started screamin' like a bitch