Raekwon the Chef Lyrics of the Heart to Heart track

Fuck that shit Raekwon

Do that shit

Fuck them niggas...



Whats up playboy

Nigga, you doing you're thing

Nigga, go ahead



Chorus: [Raekwon]

Yeah, them fake duels

Any real niggas baby make moves

Pay dues, bitches who relate rock shoes yo

Damn, them niggas stay frontin

Tryin' to hollywoodize the realness

But ain't sayin nothin



[Raekwon]

Yo, bagel material, contact Merial kid

She sling cell weight, bust gun material

Fast like splash and rice, stash you're wife

Curry, chicken, and bitches crime on my right

I'm marvelous extra large

Threw y'all faggot niggas in the game

and now y'all niggas ain't feelin ours

Love is a message from my family

Cream Team Incorporated, Wu-Tang Clan is what you plan to be

Oh yeah, ladies in here, say yeah

Do it like yeah, starvin niggas fake rocks in they ears

Black down hat with the beak up, unique what

You need to stop wilin, the fam won't speak up

Toast, the most official niggas on post

Yellin out

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  • Jury lyrics
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  • 100 Rounds lyrics
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