100 Rounds - Raekwon the Chef



Man: Yo

What up D? Huh?

You bought that from Tower Records?

What's that, let me see that bag

Get the fuck off, get the fuck off it

Come here man, what the fuck I...(banging)

Like that nigga, give me that man

You dead on this purple tape nigga you dead on that

Fuck outta here (gun cock)



Raekwon: Niggas think I can't sell five million?

Ya'll niggas is mad

Ya'll must not know the work I put in on this

For real, that's for real for real (ha ha)

Represent, flick it up all day nigga, Immobilarity

Ya'll know my work, this category is raw



[Raekwon]

Aiyo slash your position

Verbal mike physician

Blow lines like chimes in the kitchen

God should vega, straight up stomp that fake out

What, he biting everything, biting his nuts

We slang like champions

Caught me in the outlet in Hamptons

Style it out

Throwin four thousand out

Swimsuit mammal get high

Float flammable

Drop off in a Benz boat lampable

Rear like hittin a deer

Playin Cuban Linx movin in the chair, he got a ear

No question all brolic guerillas stand up

Whoever large throw a hand up

Throw a grand up

Let's like multiply

Con-nect both sides, big shit low rides, ga-lide

Everybody bump once

Yo Chef gonna throw ya'll niggas free lunch

Hit the L twice, need it once

Track be yelling like a whore

Like a swelling on a sore

Or this rap Magellion on your jaw

I'm a night freak,

Boating on the weekends, ten a week

Flows spray it like Clinique

Rich unique, bitch you weak

Contact Reek, we callin up Leek

Yo he famous like Ali feet, yo mystical

Rap Larry Davis with a pistol

And dis you

You a student, fuckin wit a principal



Chorus(x2)-a



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