Raekwon Yae Yo Lyrics

Immobilarity Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Intro (skit)
  • 2 Yae Yo
  • 3 Casablanca
  • 4 100 Rounds
  • 5 Real Life
  • 6 Power
  • 7 Skit Nº1
  • 8 All I Got Is You, Part II
  • 9 Jury
  • 10 Fuck Them
  • 11 Skit Nº2
  • 12 Live From New York
  • 13 My Favorite Dred
  • 14 Friday
  • 15 The Table
  • 16 Sneakers
  • 17 Raw
  • 18 Pop Shit
  • 19 Heart to Heart
  • 20 Forecast
  • 21 Outro
  • We doing this baby,
    Oh ****!
    What the **** happened
    Nah man, Nah
    Nah this what I'm a do
    I'm a get on the phone one time
    Stupid, yo, eh yo
    Eh yo

    Why this **** ain't cooking up right
    Papi told me this is solid white
    **** it wrap it up take it back up
    Still in all it's a play out
    Tired of spending money
    Might get them *****s laid out
    Yo, yo Fernando sent me yo
    Stop acting hostile yo
    And yo don't point that **** at me
    Bad enough I gotta come in the crib
    Wid Spanish *****s using languages and ****
    I'm feeling like a ****
    Left the crib wit my hand brolic
    This is some bullshit
    Might get knocked take the wrist coward
    Yo Fernando what happened?
    **** cooking up backwards
    Light up a Back wood
    Don't make me backtrack
    Blew it dime it the llelo lay low
    Saying in my mind
    **** that papi gotta pay off
    Cash rules the Power-Wu chant it
    Yo Louis this ain't our product
    This is Carlos family
    Oh y'all want to play me like a smoker
    Coming out my ice choker
    My man in the back, looking colder
    Papi yo why y'all want to jucks me
    Yo listen B, we got the best clientele since '83
    **** it, pull out the pot let's cook it
    Light the stove up
    Julie go to the store get some flour
    Sat back burning a big dutch
    With the crisp 18 shot glock, stashed in my nuts
    Poured it in the Pyrex sizzling
    Now it start drizzling
    Rainy day murder black won't miss him
    Still I'm yelling this **** is business
    But they still ain't gon' violate
    What I stand for wid these drizzers
    He took it off the stove run the water
    Trying to work me yo
    Knew I shouldn'ta hit the *****'s daughter
    He mighta showed more love
    Than went in the freezer
    Broke the ice down, pour it in
    We both looking at it on the twirl around particles grew
    Fly Khaluas is mad sliding Coronas through
    Feeling like Castro's cousin
    Gave them *****s all of my life
    All of my paper all my judgement
    It droppa only like an ounce worth
    Should I just come out my shirt
    Go berserk and let the Macks burst
    Skate off body in the Bronx
    Same **** Gotti was on
    Shallah they gonna get yours play it calm
    Seventeen five was the total plus the five,
    Hundred for the cab driver that was rolling

    Written by: Carlos Broady, Corey Woods
    Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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